It's the crop. She is shrouded in darkness at the far end of the room, but faintly I see the silver sleeve of its handle glint in the light. The crop is a good sign. I hope. The crop is everyday discipline, minor corrections, "encouragement", as once she called it. Outside as I waited, I'd feared the worst, the bitter, burning anguish of the dressage whip...
Hazel Park E..., Virginia Thursday April 30th, 1863 Mrs. Constance W... 118 King William Rd. R..., Virginia Dear Constance, Glad tidings indeed, my darling girl, though you seemed not so far gone as I would have expected since your husband's last leave when I saw you depart for A... Still, your Papa will be proud as a peacock when I write him the news....
I am still leaning on 5 chapters for this story, two more than the last tale, but each chapter is significantly longer. There might be a 6th, it depends on how I spread out the next one. I like the way this tale is going and it's been flowing out at a decent clip. I hope that others are enjoying it as well and please, as always, comment and vote if you want...
My thanks to lilgirlsix, this was her first attempt at editing and she was wonderful to work with. In addition thank you to Morganalafaie who helped me bring the story to life. Thank you both ladies. * It seemed like this day would never come. I put down my bag in the room of the downtown hotel I'd set up shop in this weekend. I had an appointment with an...
This story is the property of the author. It is not to be changed in any way, nor published or shown at other web sites without the permission of the author. Comments and feedback welcome. * * * * * The morning sunlight was streaming through the windows at Castleton. Helpers were busy knocking at the Novices doors, awakening them to the day's activities...
Biology Lesson Another night has ended with her being fucked several times in the early hours. After breakfast, the door is unlocked and a guard enters carrying a plastic bag. She is ordered to strip, and although the guard stands and looks at her she is not touched, but is left alone. The guard orders her to get dressed in the clothes she will find in the...
He is quite wealthy, but that is not why I love my husband. He is elegant, but that is not it either. He is beautiful, but that does not matter. What matters? His love and care for me. His interest in every detail of my life. His intelligence. His firmness. His kindness. His arrogance. His control. He is the owner and CEO of a private rail car company, cate...
"Come, slave--today it is time for you to see a few things." I tug on your chain and you bow to me. Your hand reaches out, raises my flaccid penis and you kiss it as a sign of your obedience to me. Then you look up at me, your eyes wide with curiosity. "Master, your humble and most unworthy servant desires to know where she will be going." I smile to mysel...
She could not stop rubbing and pulling at her new little penis, and it was a downward spiral because she knew that she had forced her clitoris out from under its hood by excessive pulling and tugging at it. So continuing to pull, rub and pinch her engorged clit would only make matters even worse. She pictured it growing like Pinocchio's nose, a great snake h...
"Today you will learn to clean the kitchen, but more specifically how to clean my kitchen," she said, looking directly at me. "You will begin by going to the cabinet above the stove and removing the box that is there. Place it on the floor next to my feet. I reached up and opened the cabinet. I am not tall and it meant reaching up on my toes. Naked while sh...