This story features caning and spanking. All characters are well over 18. ***** While Miss Wilson enjoyed being around school for some of the hols when things were quiet and one might relax, she also always felt a need to get out and about and keep up with old friendships (and perhaps make some new ones). She packed up a case to hold about a fortnight's wo...
I was tied up, completely exposed to the world. Well, the people auctioning. I have long black hair and violet eyes, and I'm pale. Very pale. I have DD breasts and I'm tight in every hole. I'm only 4' and I am very shy. But they have trained me not to be. Suddenly, something grasps my breasts. He pinches them tightly and tugs my nipples. I yelped and a nearb...
The next week was pure hell. For Henry. Every night his mother and sister would tie him to the table and jerk him off. He always had his ass caned when he came. Sometimes Lilly would jerk him off. Sometimes Lauren would do it. But he always got hit when he came. He wanted to leave but he had nowhere to go. Some nights Lilly would jerk him as fast as she cou...
There I was, at the front door of her house, thinking twice before knocking. In my short skirt and tight t-shirt, I was sweating. So excited I was, so close to reaching my fantasy. I knocked on her door. No answer. I knocked again. After a exhilarating wait, she opened the door. She led me into her house. "Take off your shoes here, Sophie, I don't want any...
This has been much-delayed and is only half complete so is shorter than previous chapters but positive feedback for part 3 wanted more and wanted dirty, so toilet action follows - you're warned if that's not your thing. I hope to get back into the swing with this, if I have time. Everyone's legal age and consenting and in my imagination anyways... All thre...
Bruce's train ride home was one of the longest and loneliest trips out of London he'd ever taken. He'd liked Karen, and felt comfortable that they'd lucked out in finding her to help realize Yvonne's fantasies, but it was nonetheless an odd thing to do to hand one's wife over to someone else to have sex with. Many different thoughts coursed through his brain...
This story is in three parts and begins in 1985 when I was 18 and finally ends last year. "Miss Simpson! Go straight to the Headmaster's room now!" Mr. Flanders shouted as he pointed to the Religious Knowledge classroom door. I shrugged my shoulders and slowly made my way to see Mr. Skinner for the third time that week. With hindsight, at that time of my l...
Felicia, Queen Felicia, and I met online. From her profile it was readily apparent that she was dominant, intelligent, mature, and beautiful. My profile made it perfectly clear that I was an extremely submissive SWM, craving extreme discipline, humiliation, degradation, servitude, toilet training, cbt, chastity, and cuckolding. We were a perfect match. We...
She didn't know how long she had been gone. The crashing waves of passion had subsided, leaving her body wracked with aches and painful cramps in her shoulders and legs. Her blouse, once neatly pressed, was now a soiled mess of juice and drool barely coating her breasts in a moist covering that only slightly restrained her still aroused nipples. Her chin dro...
"Cocoa sir. Nodding off a bit?" "Ah what, oh yes my cocoa. Nodding off you say? Well I suppose it's getting on to bed time." "Its Thursday evening sir, here let's have a sip now." "I can hold the cup my self you know; oh very well carry on then. Ah, that is good cocoa Amber. Thursday evening you say and nearly time for bed." "No sir, it's only eight o'cl...