Note: This is the story of what happened to me over thirty five years ago. Since the school is still in business I have changed its name and done my best to disguise its location. I doubt that this sort of thing still occurs there, but I have no way of knowing for sure. I have also changed the names of the participants, because it's unlikely any of these wom...
Peter had had no choice in the matter from an early age. As he car drew up to the huge ivy clad castle-like building, having entered through electronic gates in a ten foot wall, he felt doomed yet excited. His cock was erect in the tight panties his Stepmother has chosen for his introduction, his anus tingled and gripped the soft rubber plug she'd also chose...
V "Who the fuck are you?" were the words by which the two girls were woken just a few hours later. They raised up their weary heads from the hard straw pillows which had come to seem so incredibly comfortable, and blearily focused on the towering figure of a woman dressed only in leather boots and leather shoulder-pads. This in itself made the woman a formi...
It had been over 6 months since John and Sue had first been introduced to the painful pleasures of caning by the fraudulent Dr Hay. Whilst they realised that his methods would not help their chances of conceiving their first child, they had found another dimension to their sex life. John very much enjoyed caning his wife, and Sue enjoyed the sex afterwards!...
Miss Gorton's Academy For Young Ladies was situated in Clapton, west of the River Lea on the fringes of East London. It was quite an imposing building – or rather, buildings. Four Georgian houses had been adapted for the purpose, with interior walls knocked down and connecting corridors. There was one front door, reached from the street by two steps, the rem...
Chapter 1: ...And Introducing Lily Welcome to The Academy. We have never called it anything else. We have never known it as anything else. We have been here since 1792, an age when decadence and the idea of a libertine was not so unheard of. We have thrived here for ages and have made little secret of it, though most still think of us as a “secret society”...
Hello, everyone. My name is Blek Jefferson. Just call me Jefferson. I'm a military man and a student of all aspects of human life. An adventurous sort of hunky black man who likes to experience different things. Life is short, as they say. I don't like to waste a single day of my life. That's why I have so many different hobbies. There's so much to do. I lik...
-This is a story set in a future dystopian society, a society in which there are way more women than men. The first few chapters basically builds a backstory. If you don't want to be confused later on about different things, please read patiently. Keep in mind that no one in the Academy, both male and female, is below the age of 18. Any younger children ment...
The classroom was filled with mostly sultry, rebellious, punk and goth young women ranging in age from 18 to 25. They were clad in copious amounts of leather and chains and too-little spandex, had ample piercings and tattoos, and each one of them had a sour expression on her face. None of them wanted to be here, but it was better than prison. A matronly old...
(This story is fantasy written by me for fun. It contains spanking and humiliation. Please do not read if this bothers you. All characters are 18 or older) Both of my young ladies sat in the back of the car with raised skirts, with both sets of panties down to their knees as they sat on the cool leather seats. They were wearing their punishment outfit, w...