Here I am, waiting for you, my wonderful husband, to come home. I act like I don't want it, but you know that I do. This is one of our favorite games. You tell me to slowly strip for you, and I don't, so you have to punish me. You always have to punish you bad little girl. "Why do you make me always have to punish you? You know I don't like to hurt you."...
My story actually begins with a ballet teacher named Ms. Mixon. I was never interested in ballet, however my mother insisted that I learn, so she sent me to classes for six years. My mother hoped that; if she forced me to go; eventually I would learn to love the ballet. It was a bold plan, but one that failed. After six years of stretching, foot positions,...
She stood in front of me, her head down, her hands behind her back. She was wearing a short skirt, sandshoes with low socks, and a translucent blouse -- all designed to appeal and make her seem girlish and innocent. I could tell from the almost-smirk hinted on her face that the idea of a punishment appealed to her. On the other hand, she didn't know exactly...
Author's note: All story elements contained herein are fiction and for fantasy purposes, remember to obey all legal and consent laws in real life, thank you and have a nice day. ***** Ophelia could barely stand. The hot water cut across her throbbing skin, the lingering effect of being exposed to Daddy after so long away. The sweat and cum he had soake...
The basement of the House was more of a transformation into another world entirely. The St. Andrews Cross was securely fastened against the far wall, in its own space. There was also a work bench, in the middle of the basement floor, suitable in its location: to have a willing (or unwilling) submissive become the center of attention should the occasion call...
My Indian maid instructs me on masturbation, and sets up regular spankings -- Tarek Zia. It was 11 pm, and a hot Thursday night to boot. I closed the door to my room and lied down on my bed, and started to think about the last three very unusual weeks of my suddenly unusual life. In those last three weeks I had been punished several times by Rashida. That w...
Late. Yes, I was late. Charles, my boss and friend had graciously given me a job at his bookstore with only one condition, don't be late. But he was currently in the back so hopefully he wouldn't notice. I felt terrible. It was the first time I was late, so maybe he wouldn't say anything. I tossed my purse under the counter and quickly opened the store. Abo...
My maids make me their personal maid and chore slave -- Tarek I would like to thank Ms. AT Khan for reviewing the story and providing lots of feedback, and JonB1969 for editing the first edition. - Tarek * "Tell me the truth, baba!" Rashida, my maid, held my left ear firmly in her right hand, giving it a painful twist. "Did you, or did you not, switch off...
Chapter Two ::: Jenn & Ross Punish Katie Jenn had taken Katie and Ross to Victoria's Secret. It was a big store, as their local mall had just rebuilt a couple of months ago. The dressing rooms were huge and roomy just as Jenn liked them to be. She and Katie each had an armload of sexy lingerie they planned to try on. "If you girls wanted to go shopping, wh...
If you're going to be critical just for the sake of being critical, don't say anything because I will flag you with the webmaster. Be constructive with your criticism. I welcome feedback. ***** Shopping day rolled around. For the first time Master was going to take it to town and "teach" it how to shop. It is as if Master forgot it was once free, shopping...