"I didn't want to go to another stupid work dinner, they're stupid and I hate them," whined Claire. They had just gotten home from dinner and Claire knew she was in for a spanking, she did not behave but she couldn't help it she was just so mad. Mark didn't say anything the entire ride home. "Go to our room and stand in the corner, I will be up in a little...
I woke with a start. Something was making a lot of noise over the storm and it took me a few seconds to get my bearings. The digital clock by my bed said 3:41am and there was banging on the outside of the RV. I quickly put on some clothes, grabbed a flashlight, some tools and a 9mm Glock I keep on hand, you know, just in case. Opening the door, I cautiously...
Back when I was a Freshman at State College, I was what they used to jokingly call a "Suitcase College Student." I lived in the dorm during the week but I packed up my clothes in an old suitcase and made the trip back home almost every weekend. A lot of my friends used to laugh and call me "Suitcase Steve" but I didn't care. All they ever did was sit around...
The click clack of high heels could be heard as the maid walked into the Den, off the main hall. The maid, dressed, head to toe black Latex stooped to offer the Ladies their drinks. The ladies didn't acknowledge the Maid, but continued their conversation regardless. The ladies were sat on a half moon Sofa That measured fifteen feet across. They were all talk...
************************************************* Copyright jeanne_d_artois May 2013 The author asserts the moral right to be identified as the author of this work. This is a work of fiction. The events described here are imaginary; the settings and characters are fictitious and are not intended to represent specific places or living persons. **********...
Author's note: This is the beginning chapter of a story assignment I've had for months. I hope to write more of it and delve deeper into this story. As always, feedback is welcome! *** For about a month or so, Claire had been whining and begging her Master for something different to spice up their sex lives a bit more. The whips, riding crops, floggers, c...
* * * * * Copyright Oggbashan October 2005. The author asserts the moral right to be identified as the author of this work. This is a work of fiction. The events described here are imaginary; the settings and characters are fictitious and are not intended to represent specific places or living persons. * * * * * Caroline is an artist. She uses an unusual...
I'm Allie, 56-year-old wife & mom. My 25-year-old son likes to bring some of his friends over that are 18-25 and make me act all flirty with them and dress up in stuff like short shorts and miniskirts. In real life I'm a fairly conservative, short bubbly, blonde... a bit like a cute little muffin, see? In my fantasy world I'm a submissive slut for my son's f...
Prologue What price would you pay, for just one day? Ask anyone swathed in grief or despair and I think you will find no shortage of anyone willing to leap to the slightest chance, the briefest, smallest hope that you can do the impossible; drag someone from the abyss. Undo heartache. Mistakes, goofs, cracks in a facade, repair the mirror, put the milk bac...
THE HOOD Restrained in the pram with its raised hood, Michael could not see the sky above. The only thing he could was to look upon the girls escorting him. The taller one must of course be Melissa, the oldest. She was a big girl with remarkably broad shoulders. Not as tall as her mother and not that big breasts, although he could sense quite a lot bulging...