The new housekeeper, Miss Spargrove landed the thick wooden Spencer paddle for the fiftieth time on Shawn Cirrito's reddened buttocks, and Shawn bit her tongue to keep from screaming. As the paddle, built with holes throughout to make swinging easier and more painful landed again on Shawn's ass, she wondered what Ross was doing. Miss Spargrove had had hi...
Edmund Thackery stepped from his carriage and motioned for the horseman to move along to the stable. He was pleased to see the front door of his London residence on Hayden Street. It had been a madhouse in Parliament that day and he was glad to be home. It was a bad year to serve in the House of Lords. 1775 was coming to a miserable close and 1776 didn't see...
Chapter Three: Hale Baron Hale of Hawkshead, passed the reins of his horse to a waiting groom and, pausing to clap the lad on the shoulder, exited the stable yard in the direction of the Hawkshead Keep. Though it would have encompassed barely a tithe of the immense bulk of Castle Grey—Hale's childhood home—the Keep was still a forbidding structure. The fir...
Notes: 1) If you see this anywhere but Literotica, it isn't supposed to be there! ***** While Draeseth had taken Krouth out of the room to discuss his travel, Lislora took a seat on the sofa with the Princesses sending Gharol to fetch the Aran jewelry. "She told me I could have the stones set into something more Torgan but I may keep them as they are."...
Maybe it was because I was fucking Jordi in my husband and my marital bed. Maybe it was because Oscar was in the guest room next to us and could hear every sound we made. Or just maybe it was because I was falling deeper and deeper under Jordi's spell. I'm not sure but our fucking tonight was even better than the first time. I lost track of how many times...
The buzz of an incessant fly, soaring around her bed, gently woke Mitzee from her afternoon nap. She was lying across her double feather bed, dressed only in her bloomers and a blouse, curled up on the soft goose down comforter that her maid, Neena, had quilted for her. Bzzzzzzzzzzzzzz. There it was again. It was becoming annoying. She wanted it to stop, and...
(It was 1885, and as a nineteen year old boy I was staying with family friends at their large house in the English Midlands. I was there to learn French conversation under the tutelage of Miss. Marie; the family had two 18 year old twins, Anna and Sarah who were also learning French with me) * Miss. Marie stood up and rearranged her petticoats carefully, s...
Punishments and Rewards The goddess suddenly tilted her head, chuckling out loud. "Oh come in already..." Before Zalen had time to ask who she was referring to there were footsteps from the doorway. He gasped as he recognized the arrivals - three Veiled Ones, and all three wearing the queen veil revealing them to be members of the Veiled Council. The fir...
Three weeks later... In a busy inn in one of the smaller towns in France two knights were talking. "Bad business with the Warbrookes and deRothchilds. That Countess of Warbrooke is -" "A vicious bitch," replied his companion calmly. Lowering his voice, the first knight replied, "I hate to agree - but you're right. The deRothchilds are doing everything fo...
The buzz of an incessant fly, buzzing around her bed, gently woke Mitzee from her afternoon nap. She was lying across her double feather bed, dressed only in her bloomers and a blouse, and curled up on a soft goose down comforter that her maid Neena had quilted for her. Bzzzzzzzzzzzzzz. There it was again. It was becoming annoying. She wanted it to stop, and...