Chapter Five: Punished Again Seldom in my career as principal of Sweltings have I known five hours to drag by with such excruciating slowness. I had a friend once who used to swear that anticipation made time slow down. Today, I believe him. But the moment I had been waiting for all day had finally arrived. I was sitting behind my desk observing a remorsef...
Edited by Sherry November-13-2009 Please send me feedback, I would love to know what you think of the story. DISCLAIMER: Please read and abide by the DISCLAIMER posted on the first chapter. "Adam Martin - The Pupil" is an erotic story, with some parts containing graphic sexual scenes. If erotica is illegal in your area by local, county, province, or nati...
Mary Ann Summers was more than a little morose. She liked many parts of her life on the uncharted island in the Pacific where she and six other people were shipwrecked, but she missed things she had always enjoyed doing at home in Kansas. Two things she missed the most were receiving valentines from her many suitors in her small home town and attending the a...
I sat at the shiny bar, swirling half melted ice in my glass of rye. I had meant to leave an hour before, but the sheer weight of embarrassment kept my ass firm to my padded bar stool like it had grown roots. I uncrossed and recrossed my long legs for the hundredth time since I had sat down. At least the bar top was just the right height that I could balance...
Elsewhere in the mansion, a Shadowcat hunted. Moving with more stealth then any normal cat could hope to imitate, she went from the first floor to the second floor and finally up to the attic on the western side of the mansion. The eastern attic was assigned to Ororo Monroe, who had turned it into arboretum, which was allowed by the massive skylights in the...
"You must be the stupidest girl I have ever met." Alison stared mutely at Megan, hardly believing that the receptionist was talking to her like that. Whenever women sniped at each other on TV shows or movies, Alison always thought it seemed exaggerated. While she may not have had many close female friends, Alison was used to women treating her with a certai...
Author's Note: This originally written piece re-creates a story whose title and author I unfortunately cannot remember. To my knowledge, it's no longer available online, as it was part of Mason's Tied and True Tales, a site which unfortunately was taken down before being revived with only some of its original content. I remained true to the plot and Mason's...
The other shoe drops! POV = Jesse Wright The wife Mabel Wright sat, curled up on the couch, quietly sobbing so as to not to disturb her husband. Afraid of another berating, afraid of another beating. Afraid of being raped again. Afraid, afraid. He was strolling around the house preparing to go out for the evening. He had a date waiting for him to swing...
The Brigadier escorted Alice to the accommodation personally. As they walked, she remained silent while he heaped a steady stream of praise on her. "I observed how forthright and resolute you were with them immediately on meeting them" he said, "You're just what the program needs, a strong military presence to keep them in line." Alice had experienced some...
It was the spring of 1995, I was 18 and growing up in suburbia. I was walking down the tree lined street with shaded sidewalks heading to the store to pick up some snacks. The street was long and straight and the tall Oak and Maple trees were just leafing out. It was a sunny but chilly day after rain had fallen the night before and I avoided the worms that h...