Part 2 What happens when he sees the cane marks on her bottom * Back at the hotel Tim suggests getting room service so they can get an 'early night'. Fiona agrees and decides to take a shower and to see what her bottom looks like. There are still four clear lines on her bum and it's obvious that she's been caned. She slips on a sheer black negligee and a...
A long time married couple makes another adjustment in life. He's in construction so up and out before the sun while her new job has her closing so it's mostly a tag team as one hits the sack as the other raises. Even their days off adds to the problem as she's low man on the totem pole so forced to work the weekends. It's far and few between for them to ma...
The first time I met Tracy and Samantha was a drunken night in Detroit. They were living with a pimp named Walter. Walter was a mean mother fucker. He was bald with a gold hoop in one ear and a giant scar across his face. Tracy and Samantha looked good then. They were draped over some rich car salesman's knee. I only met them because my boy Rodney owed Walte...
Cindy Heller - Chapter 2 As you might have guessed from the title, this is the second chapter of the tale of Cindy Heller. The first chapter is already posted. And to be honest, it's a lot better than this one. Frankly, this chapter is just a contractual obligation. If you haven't yet read Chapter One, or did read it but can't remember any of it, here's a...
Blood.. it had become my second skin, my mask of deception, my one true calling. Death, war and pain were the only things that ever pulled me back into this godforsaken reality, nothing could settle my unforgiving hands and the urge to bring never ending chaos upon this pitiful place we call earth. For many years I have wondered to many far and wide places b...
originally published in Ophelia’s Muse May 2002 Lamps sputtered against dank subterranean air as he squinted at the papers. Fuel fumes stirred a bouillabaisse of tobacco, coffee, soup, sweat and mildew. The muted breath of those around him sounded more distant than the trickle of sewers beyond the chamber walls. “I’ll be dammed,” Bradley muttered in En...
The sanctity of marriage can sometimes lull one into a false sense of security. Dullness can quickly become a by-product of such comfortable apathy. A friend of mine, who became stinking rich simply by renovating lawnmowers and calling them Classics Cutters, is a case in point. It transpired that his idea of absolute bliss was to watch the rugby on the telly...
He'd dared her, and he shouldn't have. For months they'd chatted, trading stories and making each other hot and bothered (and much more) dozens of times. Finally, one afternoon, Dee had opened her mail to find a message from Jas. Expecting an opening gambit for that night's chat session, she'd instead read: "Four Seasons. Room 1124. I dare you." The only...
This story is part of an ongoing series. The chronological order of my stories is listed in WifeWatchman's biography. Feedback and constructive criticism is very much appreciated, and I encourage feedback for ideas. This story contains graphic scenes, language and actions that might be extremely offensive to some people. These scenes, words and actions are...
The inside had been transformed into a fairly plain dojo, blue mats on the floor and a huge full-length mirror that spanned the width of the far wall. She nearly stumbled over a mat as she entered and instinctively tried to fly, but oddly enough, she didn't take off. Instead, she flailed her arms wildly while Gambit paused, his boxers half off, and cleared h...