Angela stepped off the curb and crossed her way over to the park. It was a warm, yet somewhat muggy night, which was uncommon for mid-April. Her long shirt hung widely and low which accentuated the width of her hips, but concealed the pudge of her belly that protruded over and rested on top of her waist. The way everything under her shirt appeared outwardly...
Her eyes darted back and forth, nervously, the silence lasting a BIT too long...she was panicking quietly, wondering what would happen if he told her parents...they'd ship her off to military school...and with her status as a 'Straight A' student...her reputation would be RUINED! As he told them to go to his class, she quickly scurried out, running as fast...
[This story of how I proceeded in a short-term program to improve my toilet habits and behavior contains frank discussion of bodily functions. If you find this offensive, please read no further. All characters are over 18.] Although I am mostly dominant, I do have a submissive part of me that occasionally craves to be taken in hand by a young, severe, attra...
Jay couldn't believe his fate. After graduating from high school, he took a year off and did what many guys in his situation do - he got bored, hung around with the wrong crowd, and then got in deep trouble. The justice system gave him a choice: pay a large fine and restitution, spend a year in the city jail, or submit to a year's stay in a reform school. Ja...
As a teacher of 15 years' experience, I suppose I thought I had the right to believe I had seen it all? Well, I certainly thought I had, until, at a crossroads in my life and wondering whether to have a change of career, I saw an advert requiring an English teacher at an all girls finishing school in Switzerland. I nearly didn't read past the headline assumi...
It was a hot, hot summer day. Not a cloud in sight and nothing but a rich blue sky. And the sun. The huge golden sun, beating down on David's back. The sun often looked a lot bigger on days like this. Many farmers and manual laborers would be able to attest to this, but David wasn't farming or working at all. In fact, as his back began to perspire and he fe...
"Principal, Mr. Hugh Robertson." The possibility had never crossed her mind. "Wow!" she gasped, "you're actually in charge of the whole school now." "That's right," he pulled the keys from his pocket and unlocked the door. "Jimmy Sullivan is teaching English now." "Little Jimmy Sullivan is teaching English?" she laughed. "He could hardly put a sentence...
She sat down hard on her chair, absolutely exhausted. She had just put the last poster up on the classroom walls and classes would start tomorrow. She could not believe that summer vacation had gone by so quickly. The only thing she could remember having achieved was the further training of her boy slut/slave at home and experiencing a lot of sex. The though...
(It was late autumn of 1960 and I, David Shaw, was 20 years old and was following my hobby of bird watching. I had unfortunately been detained by Amelia Wiff-Naseford, headmistress, for being an alleged 'Peeping Tom' in the grounds of 'Dentwood Finishing School for Tall Girls aged 18 to 20 years old' one Friday. There were 120 girls registered at the school....
(It was late autumn of 1960 and I, David Shaw, was 20 years old and was following my hobby of bird watching. I had unfortunately been detained by Amelia Wiff-Naseford, headmistress, for being an alleged 'Peeping Tom' in the grounds of 'Dentwood Finishing School for Tall Girls aged 18 to 20 years old'. There were 120 girls registered at the school. Clearly I...