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...
Renee was a friend of the family and had been helping me out around the house for several weeks while my wife, a high-powered saleswoman, was one a business trip to China. She was quite a bit younger than my wife and I, around 20, and home from college for the summer. "Be good," my wife joked before she left, "and keep your hands to yourself around Renee."...
My name is Renata Blanc O'Connor. I'm a six-foot-one, red-haired, chubby and big-bottomed but still sexy young Irishwoman living in the city of Brockton, Massachusetts. I'm a counselor with the Brockton Metropolitan Hospital. It's the only job I could get after earning my Ph.D. in psychology from Boston University. It is a recession after all. That's my d...
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...
I arrived at Mr Grey's house on the first ordained day for my spanking. I felt butterflies in my stomach as I walked up the gravel drive. I had not been allowed to orgasm since the day before and I had emptied my bladder just before I left. I had been told not to use any make-up, had been instructed as to what to wear, including underwear much to my surprise...
I arrived at Mr Grey's house on the first ordained day for my spanking. I felt butterflies in my stomach as I walked up the gravel drive. I had not been allowed to orgasm since the day before and I had emptied my bladder just before I left. I had been told not to use any make-up, had been instructed as to what to wear, including underwear much to my surprise...
It all began when I asked Shira: "Have you been a good little girl?" My wife had been dreading this moment for hours. Indeed, she had known about her impending mortification for days. Even so, she began to blush and cry at once. It was bad enough to be treated like a baby, but to be treated so in front of her best friend was particularly humiliating. Man...
I am a 36yr old housewife married for ten years and live in a quiet suburban area. This letter is about what happened just after I wed. I was very naïve about sex and had never done anything exciting although I seem to attract the attention of many men. I had then shoulder length blonde hair and a good figure with 36c bust which looked bigger because of my s...
Elizabeth, my 41 year old wife, sat at her desk in her punishment PJ's. The PJ's consisted of a one piece Dr. Denton footed sleeper complete with a drop seat. The zipper ran down the front all the way to her drop seat flap for easy access. It fit her snugly accenting her fantastic figure. It was a white outfit trimmed with pink and Disney characters on the f...
Peter sat at his new desk in his new office in his new job. Everything there was alien to him but he was intent on making a good impression. So, why couldn't he concentrate? He knew why. There was something, or more to the point, someone, on his mind. Why, oh why, couldn't he get Claire out of his head? He was happily married to someone else and everyth...