Note: This story is the thirty-eighth installment in a series entitled "Sandra and Stevie". If you have not read the previous thirty-seven episodes of this series, I encourage you do so before beginning this chapter. This is a dominant wife humiliates submissive husband story. That is the kind of story I write. If you do not enjoy these types of stories, I...
There's not really much to do in Pawnee, Oklahoma. Aside from the everyday, mundane life of a farmer there truly is nothing else. Schools are small because population is scarce. The people are all lagging behind the rest of society by a good 3 years. This is in everything from fashion to technology. I would know, because up until next week I will have live...
Prologue Anonymously I shuffled my way to my desk, firmly clenching my cup of coffee. I was 'only' two hours late for work, but I managed to avoid the usual comments. I safely reached my desk and very gently lowered my sore body onto my chair. It took me a few moments to be able to relax my muscles in my bottom and legs, but after a few sips of my coffee I...
Author's Special Note: The author wishes to express his great appreciation to Patrick Armagh for his invaluable hard work in editing of this piece and his unique professional contribution to the story which has greatly added to quality of this work. ***** My name is Roger Cook; an average 18-year old high school student with a high "C" average academic re...
i am very new to writing, thoughts and comments are very appreciated. you just came back home from college, to try and find a job here. I never left, finished college last year, started working as a clinical art therapist at childrens hospital. during college you would come home for Christmas so I saw you a few times but now near as much as I would have...
(Author Note A: Please read the additional Author's Note at the end of this story, it contains explanations and a request for your help, thanks.) * Kari Webster perched on the corner of her dad's desk and looked at the newspaper in her hand. The ad was plain enough to see, and yet she wished she didn't have to. "Daddy, what were you thinking, putting this...
Micheal Scott McKinley sat on his bunk absently reading a seven year old wrinkled and dusty copy of a dated National Geographic from the prison library. An article about a failed attempt by several mountaineers to scale Mount Everest had vaguely caught his eye. Being an adrenaline junkie his whole life, McKinley had sill not gotten use to the stale, monoto...
What pill? There was a time when that question wasn't needed, it was simply "The Pill," and people slyly smiled and nodded. The pill, that pill, was a thing of beauty, a leap in bio-technology that started a revolution. From its initial release in 1961, prescribed to married women, its use ballooned in just two years to over million users as it opened the ga...
The Vocational College for Girls offers an alternative to prison for girls between the ages of eighteen and twenty-two years old with minor or first-time criminal offenses. As part of their punishment, the girls must attend academic classes and perform community service. Unfortunately for the VCG girls, community service consists of wearing skimpy little out...
"Zero to one hundred in five seconds," thought Jack. A very short time ago he considered himself the least sexually experienced college freshman on the planet. Now he was being sucked off by none other than the college Pastor's wife. Monday's induction day at the college seemed an age ago. He had attended a session on extra-curricular sporting and recreati...