A Story by ROMMEL, detailing further events in my association with the Dominant Agnes. The last time I spoke to you regarding my complete relinquishing of control to the cruel, but mesmerising Agnes, you may recall that I finished by relating that we got married. This followed a demeaning weekend, during which, Agnes broke me utterly to her will, and I beca...
Chapter 03- Friday Evening (This is a fantasy written for fun. It has humiliation and spanking as a theme, if you do not enjoy that type of story be warned. All characters are over 18) Both my wife, Molly, and her older sister were being punished. My wife was being punished for overspending on her credit card and Barbara for teasing Molly. I walked over...
Swat! Swat! Swat! I had my nineteen year old step daughter over my knees, her short tennis skirt lifted, and her white tennis panties dangling at her ankles. 'When I tell you I want you home at a certain hour, I want you home!' I continued to spank her firm buttocks, her long, tanned legs were to my right and her head and hands were touching the ground to my...
I stood meekly in front of sir with my friend, his wife standing behind him. I watched him as he considered his words before speaking. I was nervous, and it showed in the slight, constant flush on my face. Conversely, I could feel my panties getting damp just waiting. I looked over his seated form to her, and she smiled gently, encouraging me. "You come to...
= = = = = = = = = = = = = = = = = = = = Slave missy learns there is more than one kind of spanking. This is the story of a young woman's conviction as a terrorist and what happens to her when she is sentenced to penal slavery. Penal slavery is not impossible. The Thirteenth and Fourteenth Amendments to the Constitution of the United States of America do NO...
Author's Note: Please read this story in sequence. Comments/Feedback welcomed. - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - Monday 3 PM drew near again and Sherry again walked in to the teacher's lounge. The group was waiting for her as usual, the previous Friday's session seemed to have increased their appetite for naked sherry rather than diminish it...
It all began with Polly, about 24 years old and a picture postcard Australian blonde. Although Polly is quite bright with plenty of initiative she cannot seem to avoid presenting me work with careless typo's and spelling mistakes. Whenever I gently chide her for not taking more care with her work she is quite dismissive and says that near enough is good enou...
The trip to the Lodge lasted about four hours where they arrived there by 14:00. Don drove most of the way spelled by Marg. The four sex slaves Daisy, Lee, Jackie, and Diana sat in the back of the van, trying to get at much rest as they could. The lodge according to Marg was owned by a cooperative composed of friends, all sex slave owning masters and mistres...
It had been 3 hours. Her friday class usually ended around 4:45 and she was told to be back by 5:30pm. It was now 8:30, her phone was going straight to voicemail, and he was beginning to worry. He sent her yet another text: "3 hours late. where the hell are you??" Around 8:45, he heard a car pull into the driveway. Moving to the window, he was releived to s...
Third period, my own private heaven and hell. Its not that the kids are rowdy, or that I hate my work, its. She sits there, an innocent angel. Even her name fits, Angelica. Eighteen years old, and already turning heads. Today she is wearing what must have been her idea of a schoolgirl’s uniform. White shirt that left a small band of skin showing at the botto...