"What... what did you do?" Claire asked nervously. "I just made it easier for little girl to go potty," he told her calmly. "What the hell is your problem?" shrieked Claire. "Timeout. Now," barked Mark. "Get in the corner." "No." said Claire plainly. Crossing her arms and refusing to get up off the bed, Mark had it, went over to her, swooped her up and...
Bethany had always had a little problem with managing the toilet. At 22, petite, with red hair and a slim figure, she was no closer to being potty-trained than when she had been a little girl. And it wasn't that she was stupid: no. She could have learnt to control her bladder at any time she wanted, But where would the fun in that be? Where was the fun in us...
- 28 - "Do you think you will be able to stay dry all day tomorrow?" She asked feeding me a spoonful of baby food. "Do you think just wearing the training panties will be enough?" I nodded. As she talked about the importance of listening to my body and getting to the potty on time she scooped spoonful after spoonful of baby food into my mouth. Soon she was...
The sun beat down on Jerry's back. He could feel the strain of bending and twisting all morning. He raised up and sat back on his heels. Looking across the rows of strawberry bushes he absently counted the other pickers. In the lush, Western Washington State valley, berry-picking was an easy, if tedious, way for teens to make money. Not just teens picked, m...
The Little Lady Earns Her Spurs: Becoming a Dominatrix Emily had so much self-confidence that she enjoyed seeing how little Karen, her sometime lover, was training Emily's oldest sister Linda, who was 38 and separated from her husband, to be a cringing submissive. Emily, though still in her twenties, had managed to become the dominant of the three girls in...
I hate waking up before noon. I hate being told what do, how to do it, or what to say. I hate having to be around individuals that irritate me. I hate working for other people. However, I hate being hungry and sleeping on the streets. They top my list of Things I Hate and I was therefore willing to overlook hates number three, four, five, and six. I got up...
I woke, laying on my side, cock semi hard inside the warm folds of Susan's body, her back pressed to my chest, her tits in my hand. I lay there for a second until it repeated; a warm wet tongue stroked my ear, hot breath and the nibble of tiny white teeth against the sensitive lobe. I turned my head, pulling free partially, but Susan barely stirred, even a...
Welcome to the next installment of the story that chronicles our heroes - Brent and Angie. I've enjoyed writing this story, and have had readers ask that this couple explore completely different directions in their sexual discovery. To make this possible, I have written the start of chapter 5 and have given you, the reader, the choice to go one way or the ot...
Little Accidents: "Oh no, oh no no no!" This was the third time in as many days that Christy had found herself in this situation: rushing to the bathroom with an intense urge to pee, fearing she may not make it in time. The first time she'd been lucky and managed to get to the toilet just in time to go, the second time she wasn't as lucky but had a...
- 24 - “Sweetie, you need to wake up.” My wife was gently shaking me. “It’s time to go to bed. Trish, can you help me here?” My sister-in-law pulled on my arms trying to get me to stand up. I opened my eyes trying to make sense of what was going on. “What happened to the bathrobes? Why are we all still on the couch?” I muttered. “What are you talking abo...