Daisy hadn't meant to make him mad. Not really. She was just having one of those days. And it had been so long since he had reminded her of her place. He always said that when she was overwhelmed with responsibility it was his job to treat her like the little girl she was. He had been so busy lately that he hadn't been doing that, and she had felt the urge t...
Obligatory Disclaimer: Names have been changed to protect the not-so-innocent. This story is a complete revision of a story I previously submitted, but later retracted. Hopefully, this new version is an improvement. ~The Story~ "Are there any questions about anything?" Silence. "Okay, then let's launch into today's lecture." I chewed my Hello Kitty pen...
I stood alone in the small room, nervously listening for the footsteps of my Mistress. I felt very apprehensive, somewhat akin to a naughty schoolgirl awaiting her Headmistress's appearance to decide upon measures of discipline appropriate to a wayward pupil. I thought back to my days at the expensive European finishing school that I had attended. I had alw...
A letter? Who gets a letter these days? I mean a good old fashioned piece of paper folded into yet another folded piece of paper and delivered to your door, seriously! Usually you get bills through the mail; you get ads on shiny coated paper that try to sell you weight reduction programs or the last promotions of your local supermarket, but a letter, no, tha...
Chapter Two: "Jessie Takes Over" Another change to the household happened over that Saturday. Another shift in power from Jenny to Jessie. There had been no discussion, no choice, Jenny and Jessie switched bedrooms. Jenny moved into the small bedroom. At the same time, Jessie moved into her mother's bedroom. This was so they could keep their roles and not m...
"You have to come see this!" Catherine giggled conspiratorially, looking left and right to make sure no teachers or nuns were around. Mt. St. Vesper Ladies Finishing School was quite strict, and the staff tended to spy on their students even though they were of legal age. It was a catholic college in all but name, and even though the Dean said that student...
Lane Kim strode confidently into the hotel lobby and walked directly over to the elevator, not even glancing at the reception or the bellboy. It was how her escort agency boss – Madam might be a more accurate description – had told her to act when visiting a client; you had to look like you belonged there, not that you were a high class prostitute going to s...
I solemnly bowed my head and crossed myself, sighing inwardly because I still had yet to go into the Confessional, which was my least favorite part of church. I eyed it with distaste, telling God he could strike me down then if He wanted and I wouldn't be all that unhappy. Maybe it was just because I had a few naughty things to report... Opening the door,...
Young agent Hal Johnson followed his older partner, Tom Rapp, into the interrogation room at Headquarters. The room was secure and soundproofed and pretty much featureless, except for the surveillance cameras, the observation mirror, and a single table with two chairs. Sitting in one of the chairs was a beautiful Asian girl dressed in a school uniform: white...
It was Saturday night and Angel and I decided to attend our local S & M Club theme event party. Tonight it was "Back to School." Club members were encouraged to dress as their favorite school personality. You could go as a naughty school girl, nerd, professor, band member, bad boy, rebel outcast, janitor, cafeteria worker or any other character you could d...