Dave had decided to finish work early. It had been a tough day and he had resolved to cut his losses, so to speak, and go home. As he started his car and pulled out of the office parking lot and into the main stream of afternoon traffic, an idea struck him. It was 4.30pm and his wife Anna should now be finishing her day teaching gym at the local college. Dav...
John was over the moon, Auntie Mabel was sucking his cock, and had just bought a brand new Mini. His dad was driving it home from the showroom, with John and Mabel sitting in the back seat. She explained that the excitement had been a bit too much for her, and needed to relax in the back. John had offered to sit with her, to keep an eye on her. Sam was conc...
Two weeks had passed since Sam dressed up as a schoolgirl and was deflowered by Mark. Since then life had returned to relative normality. Since John was now deep into his final exams, Mark advised they cooled their fun as not to distract him. With the last exam passed there was a plan for an end of school party at one of the kids houses the following Satu...
"Your financial accounting is abysmal, Miss Hancock." said the man from the Department of Inland Revenue. "Some of the necessary records are incomplete and others are totally missing. How can you hope to complete a Tax Return for your business without appropriate qualifying evidence?" Miriam Hancock eyed him with some malevolence as he poked the documents i...
The following morning Sammy was in Mrs Pardoe's class sewing a plain white collar onto a skimpy black dress. It was a compulsory project. During their first term all sissies had to produce their own parlour maid outfit, and it had to be done by hand because Mrs Pardoe claimed exclusive use of the only sewing-machine in the house. Sewing was one thing he hate...
As she dressed for her last day at high school, Yvonne had no notion that during the next 24 hours her perspective on life would change so profoundly. With not a care in the world, she walked to school as usual on that Friday in late July. It was a beautiful morning, the end of term and the start of the long summer holidays. That meant no more homework and n...
In the gymnasium a practise was in progress. "One, and two, and three and four," Hardwick's voice brayed above the tinny jink, jink, jink of an elderly piano. Ten students arranged in a double row of five were dancing to the beat as he called it. It was part of Hardwick's routine. Groups of them came to him daily, either for dance, deportment or gymnastics...
"Disgusting!" exclaimed Miriam Hancock lightly as she examined the photographs Emma Twist handed her. It had taken Hardwick most of the day to produce the prints, but they were well worth waiting for. The headmistress went through them as if shuffling cards, and having glimpsed each one viewed them a second time, more slowly and with greater concentration. "...
Sir Harold and Lady Stockton, of Seagrave Manor, Seagrave, Leics., had one much-loved daughter, Araminta Claudia. Araminta was a beautiful young woman, tall, slim and regal, and the contrast between her long honey-blond hair and her treacle-dark flashing eyes never failed to startle those who met her for the first time. In her second year at Imperial College...
"Oh yes Alan, I was going to ask whether you were married, but I don't think I will," I replied, rather lyrically I thought. "Why not?" You asked. "Because I don't need or really want to know, do I? I mean we are only having a drink aren't we?" "Yes I suppose we are," you said looking slightly crestfallen. I had felt a big buzz walking through the pub to...