Joe and Helen Ch. 1: Joe's Story I lived in this house for several years. Even after my husband left me for the sweet young thing he met and the divorce was final. I have a nice, large backyard, which I care for religiously. And adjacent to my yard, facing the side street is a small house where an old man lives. We never had much to say to each other, jus...
(A fantasy written by me for fun. It contains spanking and humiliation, so beware. All characters are 18 or older.) Punishment Weekend – Friday Night Molly is spanked Barbara, or Babs, as everyone calls her, came into the house just as I sent her sister Molly to the corner. Molly was waiting to be spanked for over spending on her credit cards. My name is...
Upon walking through the door after an exhausting day at work, Craig opens the fridge door and pulls out an ice cold beer. He twists off the cap and takes a swig, then walks through his house to look for his wife. The laundry is still in the basket in front of the machine, dishes unwashed piled in the sink, and no dinner on the table. "What the hell is goi...
"Come on, dad! The game is starting!" My eldest son called after me and I tried to keep up the pace. It was easy to get lost in an arena this size, and it was always the biggest headache tracking down one of them when we got separated, so I grabbed my youngest's hand and hurried forward. My wife led the pack. Basketball was her thing. To me, sports of all k...
Jennifer Colley and James Colley have been married for over thirty years, and like most couples, they've had their ups and downs. When they met as students at the University of Florida in the 1980s, Jennifer was a five-foot-ten, red-haired and green-eyed, alabaster-skinned and delightfully trim newcomer to the Sunshine State by way of metropolitan Amarillo,...
Chapter 1, The First Meeting We were both nervous. Two middle-aged, married lovers who finally had decided to try something new. He always had a fetish side. She was always a pure vanilla. His name was Bill, hers Debbie. Both were in their mid 50s, and had been happily married for over 30 years. One day about six months ago, after a long argument about...
Another reoccurring dream my slave sara told me. It was a Friday, not just any Friday but the third Friday in the month to be factual, the day the slave auction bursts into life. How did I know, I was up for auction and was delivered the night before? Nothing was ever forced and the bulk of the 15 up for sale today have all volunteered and could walk awa...
Victor ran to the front door to stop Synth before she could get into the bronze Jeep. "Hey, Synth, wait a minute," he hollered just as she began to slide behind the wheel. She stood her expression puzzled. "I know you don't like to pump gas, but you better not leave my car with an empty tank again!" he instructed. "Don't like? I hate pumping gas and you kno...
Lara's cheeks were burning red. Her face was blushing from being in this position and her arse was crimson after the spanking her husband had just delivered. Tied, spread-eagled to the four-poster bed, she knew her weekend of humiliation had just begun. They had left their two daughters with her mother and driven to this exclusive country house hotel where t...
This is the third and final story for Ann and Cal, unless my readers think this effort is worthy of continuing. Please enjoy. A special thanks to my editor, lover, Mistress and wife, M. ***** Ann's success entering the disciplinary realm, coupled with Hilary's sincere encouragement, emboldened her to develop a rhythm of discipline for her husband. Cal...