Jane waited in the hall outside the room on a cold wooden bench. It was 1860 and a cold day for the summer. The wind howled outside the church annexe in which she sat. This was to be her first birching as most girls never did anything to deserve such a severe punishment... but she had. It was a Sunday. She'd attended church that morning with her family, but...
Salem turned another page of Mirabella. This was so much better a magazine than Cosmo. Jessica Alba looks fat. Oh well. The howling and banging from upstairs seemed to have subdued. The door opened and the guys came bounding down the stairs. Male bonding, right? There he was, naked, awash in slashes. Long welts up and down his back, buttocks, chest and pot...
During my final years at school I took a weekend job at a motorway service station to earn some 'going out' money. It was mindless, repetitive, menial work -- I had to keep the restaurant and toilet areas clean and tidy -- but it gave me the money to enjoy my teenage freedoms. It also had its benefits. The management were rarely around on a weekend, and cons...
Alex felt John Crawford's capitulation both physically and mentally as he moved his fingers inside the tight hole of the man's big, yoked body. It was time then. Alex withdrew his fingers gently, and met Annabel's eyes to signal that she should stop licking him. John was thicker and heavier than Alex, but Alex was considerably taller. Deprived of his anchori...
I’m sure most people will remember the summer of 1976 for its long, hot, sunny days. Indeed it was the best summer in Ireland for many years but for me (and my lovely wife Kay) it was the season we both first discovered our true natures and assumed our natural roles in our relationship. At that time we had been married seven months, but hadn’t established w...
"Miss Hamilton. Please wait behind after class. I want to talk to you about your composition." A crocodile of chattering, pinafored girls make their way out of the classroom, their braids and bunches bumping gently against shoulders and bags. Slowly, you finish packing your satchel, leaving the incriminating Latin book out on the desk. "Come here, please."...
I was lost in my own thoughts until Marie squeezed my arm and pointed out a fox. It saw us and darted into the bracken, startling a blackbird, which flapped wildly into a birch tree. These nearly wordless walks through the birch woods on Sunday mornings were our joyful secret. We'd rise early and peep through the bedroom curtains, hoping for a pink sunrise...
It was a good movie: funny, thoughtful, well-acted, well-lit, alternative, and times even a little lurid. But she was unbelievable. Not in her acting, which was impressive since the last thing he'd seen her in, What was it? The Patriot Game? No, must have been Clear and Present Danger. He was aware that she had acted in other movies since then, but he never...
In a small room in a large mansion a girl waits in trepidation, her predicament witnessed only by the pictures on the walls. This is the butler's pantry, lair of the most senior of the servant class in the employ of Althorpe House, an English stately home. Stretching to grasp the table's furthest edge she nervously focuses on a black and white photograph....
The days turned into weeks and I settled into the routine of my new home. I worked harder than I ever had but it was not without its rewards. I had one day off every week, usually Monday. There was always a car at my disposal and Joel drove me if I asked. I could have gone to see my friends but wasn't entirely comfortable with telling them about my life. Ema...