This story is in three parts and begins in 1985 when I was 18 and finally ends last year. "Miss Simpson! Go straight to the Headmaster's room now!" Mr. Flanders shouted as he pointed to the Religious Knowledge classroom door. I shrugged my shoulders and slowly made my way to see Mr. Skinner for the third time that week. With hindsight, at that time of my l...
Chapter 6 – It Just Got Worse The two men got back into their uniforms, but left Emma naked. They conversed together in whispers. Emma strained her ears, but could make out nothing. Suddenly Clyde strode towards her, grabbed her wrists and pulled her off the bed and to her feet. He marched her across the room to an upright frame and tied her wrists to the c...
Antonia, the delicious woman from the art gallery stood at Victoria's door. Her heart was beating, her hands and feet seemed clammy but she could not turn away. She checked the note again, the date and the time. It said "3 PM sharp", Antonia looked at her watch, it was 2:58. Antonia put the note in her pocket, looked at the door and back at her watch. Sharp,...
"I've got special plans for this weekend," Biri purred. It didn't take too much imagination for Leif to determine what those plans would be. His girlfriend's outfit made some very clear statements in that regard. "Can you even breathe in this, sweetie?" "As long as I don't laugh," she chuckled and let her latex-gloved hands slide along the skimpy rubber d...
[This story includes a good deal of disciplinary caning, some bodily functions and anal activity. Those who dislike those subjects should not proceed further. All characters are 18-years-old or older.] It had been a satisfying first term teaching at Hamilton Hall for Linda Crawford. The 24-year-old blonde Cambridge graduate had made quite an impression on...
But 'Oh the pleasure' in the end, (No pun intended) . A true but cautionary tail of fantasy, curiosity, pain and finally a dawning of a personal pleasure, when a young lady summons up the courage to try and find out what she missed as a teenager at school. (Do not rush to try this – if you have ever remotely considered doing what Carol did, think again, be v...
This story has been adapted from entries from diaries entrusted to me after my mother's death. I have 'changed names' to protect the innocent or guilty depending on your point of view and I have added a little bit of poetic licence to add substance. This is by no means meant to denigrate her memory but to share a little of the real sensuous, broad-minded wom...
My name is Michael - family and friends call me Mike. At that time I considered myself an unremarkable 23 year-old, English WASP with a degree in psychology and a post-graduate certificate in education. I was working through my last summer before starting teaching in a secondary school near my old home town. I was brought up with the 'protestant work ethic'...
Alyson felt she needed to get away from home, she had lived with her mum and dad for long enough and now she was in her mid 20s she had to make the break. As she worked in Durham it had to be fairly near so it was easy to get there and easy to get back to visit her mum and dad. She trawled through the local papers and found a first floor apartment to rent in...
The two men had been arrested under new laws that had been implemented under the recently passed legislation that had been introduced by the all female parliament after the narrow victory of the Ausitanian Democratic Women's Party in the recent election. They found themselves about to be charged at the notorious Prochody jail under the newly enacted Sexual H...