The Photo Album Ch. 03 Please read Chapters 1 and 2 before this next section. Dinner Photo 1 The wall clock says 7 pm. The chair holds a large black penis gag with leather straps. How did S. spend the afternoon? Did she rest in bed as thick pieces of dried spunk on her face, tits and belly cracked and fell onto the expensive sheets. Did she relive the d...
"Suzi, you overslept. Wake up." I nudge her with my toe. "Mm, too early. Go away" Suzi opens her eyes and realizes what she's just said. Doesn't she look adorable? Lying there on her mattress on the floor at the foot of my bed? Her pink blankie still half over her. The satin sashes binding her little wrists together. One little boobie falling out of her bl...
Third of nine parts. Copyright 2009 by F. Diriger -5- Judy I was working on homework Saturday after lunch when the house phone rang. Mom answered, and after a pause I heard my phone-tune and picked up. It was Davey Carmody's Mom, asking if I was interested in doing part-time work. I'd been looking for an after-school job, so I asked what she wanted done....
This story features caning and spanking. All characters are well over 18. ***** While Miss Wilson enjoyed being around school for some of the hols when things were quiet and one might relax, she also always felt a need to get out and about and keep up with old friendships (and perhaps make some new ones). She packed up a case to hold about a fortnight's wo...
Hello, I'm delighted you're interested to learn about my high school days, which have just finished – my recollections of a young girl learning the real meaning of 'life,' discovering those innocent teenage joys of sexual pleasure, losing my virginity, and leaving school very 'sexually active.' The school I attended is a private school, hours and hours awa...
She sits at the desk, hands above the keyboard. Her wrists are cuffed together, but not fastened to the dog collar around her neck or the belt around her waist. Her hands are free to write, and she has been ordered to write. Her hands are also free to remove the plastic clips biting into her pubic triangle, drawing her blood and her attention to her mound an...
In the Castle of the Hawks, some days later, Emma, clad in her 'Story of O' outfit, was polishing the large walnut dining table, when she noticed a small door in the corner of the room. She quietly crossed over to the door and to her surprise, it opened and there was a staircase leading down -- but to where? Later, when she was in her room -- her cell. She...
It all came about because my husband, Roger, and I took in a lodger. She was a lovely young thing, a tall blonde, beautifully built if slightly on the muscular side, and the local girls school's new physical education mistress. I say "school", it was more of a home for wayward girls aged between 18 and 20 years – a place they would be sent to avoid going to...
This is an opinion article. Although I write about gender roles for men and women, I do not discriminate against my LGBT friends. They too can choose a role in a relationship that best fits them in how they identify. What I am merely speaking on is traditional foundations. I hope you enjoy and I really appreciate the feedback and what you what like to read f...
--This is actually the third in a loosely-connected series about the strongly disciplinary-minded teacher, Anne Smithers. It is not necessary to read the earlier stories, "Teacher Fails the Class" and "The Teacher's Own Discipline", although those who enjoy this story will likely find those of interest. All characters, including the schoolgirls in this story...