Chapter One: Carol's First Spanking Carol could not believe her ears. Her Uncle Ray had just sent her a text stating that he wanted to see her in his study tonight at 8 PM about her $400 cell phone bill. And, she also knew that he was still mad about her bill from last month. Last month it was more than $200. Now it was more than double. When she talked wit...
This story involves some caning, a martinet, and bodily functions so if those things bother you, read no further. All characters are over 18. ***** Beth Wilson returned to her school duties as deputy headmistress and literature instructor after the delightful getaway at her old friend Maisie's seaside home. The term went quickly, partly because the weather...
I drive a sterilized knitting needle through my son's left nipple. Sowell grimaces, but he is sucking on one of my bloody tampons, and his buttocks hurt from the vicious caning I gave him earlier. I surprise Sowell—when he's coming out of the tub, wet, naked and vulnerable, I charge in with my whippy cane and leave red, bloody streaks all over his slim whit...
Blanche stood before me in a show of her absolute dominance over a kneeling male, who was more than willing to just as he was told by a far superior entity. She allowed me to inhale her beautifully spicy womanhood, her panties now moist with arousal; she had a male just where she wanted him and her enjoyment of the situation was increasing rapidly. My cock d...
Peter had had no choice in the matter from an early age. As he car drew up to the huge ivy clad castle-like building, having entered through electronic gates in a ten foot wall, he felt doomed yet excited. His cock was erect in the tight panties his Stepmother has chosen for his introduction, his anus tingled and gripped the soft rubber plug she'd also chose...
[Note: Whether the narrator is female or male is up to the reader, the story works either way.] * Today I bought a barbarian. With his wild hair and bulging muscles, he looks ferocious and proud. But it appears that he's already been well broken, since he doesn't offer the least bit of resistance, whatever I bid. I sent him to the forest to gather wood, t...
Kapri Totten, Head Server at "Bimpole's House of Beef" bent the bamboo cane and looked carefully at her employer. "Bim, you need to lean further down and grab your ankles." Kapri clucked her tongue briskly. "It's 'cos you don't do sit-ups. That's why you can't grab them." Kapri snickered, tossing her blonde ponytail. "That's also why you can't suck your ow...
This is the story of three females and the contrast between their professional and personal lives. They are employed as institutional discipline administrators at a reform school for males. Sandy and Veronica are experienced mistresses and Kendra is a new punishment mistress. Let's take a look at a typical workday. Part 1. By Day: Sandy Sandy stood nonchal...
Dear Shoeblossom: On my eighteenth birthday, Ms. Sandefur summoned me and forced me to perform between her legs, and came wetly on my face, telling me that she'd taught me a valuable skill. Who knows? After I left school and started at Balloil College, part of Oxford University, I had a nice allowance, and began seeing a professional dominatrix, Moira, and...
[Reading my story, "Toilet Training Elizabeth", will provide some useful background for this story. Those who do not wish to read about bodily functions should read no further. All the characters are over 18 years of age.] After her presentation to the Ladies Club on How to Toilet Train Your 25-Year-Old, during which Kendall humiliated her 25-year-old ba...