Birching Stories

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The Housemaid Ch. 03

by purpleangelica1 on Sep 14, 2017
Fetish

Annabel gazed at the slim back and arse of her young master as he strode naked and powerful towards his dressing area, his grip on her wrist forceful but not bruising. He didn't like bruises, or true pain, nor did she herself. What he did love, and what she too had discovered that she adored, was the red paddled behind of one who served him. Most mornings th...

Forgive Us Our Sins

by Katinkia on Sep 17, 2017
BDSM

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...

The Persistence of Memory Ch. 02

by Paul44 on Sep 13, 2017
Romance

The Second Picture I reached into the box before me and my memories and brought out another photo. This one sent a twinge to my cock and I felt myself being swiftly aroused. It was you standing before a wooden door that was pierced by a clear glass window and you stood before it dressed only in a towel. My mind drifted to that time and I touched my growing...

The Housemaid Ch. 08

by purpleangelica1 on Sep 16, 2017
Fetish

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...

Those Who Cuckold Get Paid Back

by Winterfrog on Sep 15, 2017
Loving Wives

Many thanks to ReneeandKent for editing this story. * For the time being, I'm a "jailbird" and can't complain because my life in jail is surprisingly comfortable, very comfortable indeed. To be honest, this small semi-open "white collar jail" is different from all average jails and more comfortable than many hotels in my Scandinavian country. Great food, w...

Interaction With The Neighbours Ch. 02

by sexharvester on Sep 15, 2017
BDSM

I have already mentioned, I inherited my house from my Uncle, along with his extensive library of erotic literature and his 'Cabinet of Curiosities' a true sadists delight. Zack and Stacy, who live one house along have already savoured what I have to offer. Once is never enough and they have pestering me to allow them to try out my hobby room. I must admit...

The Housemaid Ch. 06

by purpleangelica1 on Sep 16, 2017
Fetish

Alex sat in a comfortable armchair near the lit fireplace in his parlor off his bedroom, sipping a peaty single-malt. The clock on the mantle said that it was but five minutes until ten o'clock, the hour he had appointed Annabel to bring John Crawford to him. Anticipation and whiskey stirred the young lord's blood – he would have him tonight. On his knees to...

Miss Is in Pain

by MistressAndromeda on Sep 17, 2017
BDSM

I assumed my position over her knee, her skirt slick over stockinged thighs. She pressed her forearm to my back, her hand nestled in my armpit, close to my breast...my gaze slipped downwards, taking in sheer black hosiery and blood red heels. "You're a bad girl, and bad girls must be punished!" Andromeda chided as her hand swung back and she launched her han...

Love's Curse Ch. 03

by kitancyrus on Sep 15, 2017
Sci-Fi & Fantasy

Ch 3: Unnatural Life Harken dear reader as I continue this tale that will take us along the darkened paths to the outskirts of town where a family dwells. It is not a happy family by any means but then again, life is never fair. Listen well to the story of a young maid who wishes for little and never receives much except misery. **************************...

The Housemaid Ch. 04

by purpleangelica1 on Sep 16, 2017
Fetish

Tears streamed down Annabel's face. She had forced the young master into using his cane on her, but this was not like a spanking. He had placed four livid red welts on her behind, two on each cheek. He had not broken the skin, but they had drawn the blood up to just under the skin, producing marks that would not soon go away. It hurt, and Annabel cried real...