Sandy was having a bad day, could it get worse? Simple answer? Yes! Much worse, much, much worse. Sandy was in the top form in her final year, A level study was going OK, and all things being equal University next year should be on the cards. On the other hand, her love life was just the opposite. Sandy had convinced herself she had not reached the age yet w...
Author's note: This is the continuation of "Melissa's Story Ch. 01" - if you have not read it, I suggest you do before reading "The Schoolroom". Many thanks to all my fans, specially M, R & A, for their positive feedback. Melissa's story continues: Chapter 2: The Schoolroom Driving home from Matt's after my first spanking session I felt as if I was in an...
For the second time since my arrival, I was awakened by a pretty young woman. She was new to me but yesterday's training had taught me what to expect. She was wearing what I was learning to be a uniform of sorts. Like with Peggy the previous morning, this girl was dressed with a short, pleated skirt and midi-blouse, her belly bared to the top of her hip-...
My wife has disciplined and punished me since before we were married – and that was nearly twenty years ago. To clarify, in our house the difference between discipline and punishment is that one is applied prior to an ejaculation, when the pain is at least partially mitigated by my horniness and the latter is applied immediately following my ejaculation, t...
The sun was shining through the window as I heard the door open behind me and soft footfalls walking to my bedside. I realized that I was still on my belly and though my butt had stopped its throbbing, it still felt swollen and sore. The girl entering the room was one and the same with the angel of mercy who had massaged my sore and swollen flesh before g...
The last bells of the school day had tolled, and 18-year-old Fiona listened as giggles and girlish taunts filled and left the hallways of St. Martin's. She sighed, scowling at her classmates as she restlessly shifted on the Disciplinarian's wooden bench, the one she had been snapped at to sit on by Sister Cecilia. Her ear still smarted from being dragged by...
Daisy could not believe she was standing here; it was bad enough that she had spent the last ten weeks confined in the Punishment and Retraining Institution for professional women as a result of poor performance at work and her desire to keep her job in the longer term. Somehow though she had managed to maintain her discipline despite the deprivations and hu...
INSTRUCTOR: Mr. K. DESCRIPTION: This course of instruction is open to females who identify themselves as primarily heterosexual and provides one-on-one student instruction to introduce her to the subject of female sexual submission to a dominant male. Class applicants will be accepted on a first-come, first-served basis, with a minimal amount of screening f...
This story does involve bodily functions so if that is not something you find compatible with your interests, read no further. It features spanking and caning, so has been placed in the BDSM category but has equally significant Fetish contents. All characters are over 18. ***** Melody Haynes, in her early 50s, awakened and was surprised momentarily to find...
"I'm very disappointed in you brigadier... very disappointed." Lady Sally was back at Rudston Hall, 'entertaining' one of her submissive gentlemen, who was secured onto a whipping bench in one of the rooms dedicated to domination and punishment. Indeed, most of the rooms of the house were put aside for that purpose, rendering it a playground for the expr...