It was the worst day of her life - and it wasn't over yet. As Nancy walked home from the school bus stop, slowly, very slowly, she thought about the terrible things that had happened that day, and what was yet to come. The day began uneventfully. Out of bed, shower, breakfast, and off to school. Nancy wore a short skirt, the new blue plaid uniform skirt her...
As each day went by I held my breath. Was this going to be day Francesca fell off the wagon. I knew she was doing it hard, especially as I had also forbidden her to smoke. You may feel this was unduly harsh, but I felt smoking was feeding her craving for alcohol. Francesca was on edge and irritable, and I could tell she was not sleeping well. Often I would h...
Chapter Two Where Mitten Becomes Oriented to her New Life at Petworthy Finishing School Because Mitten had a long time to consider her plight, she began to try to discern what was expected from her; by Daddy and by the Headmistress. The first problem was that she wasn't supposed to consider it a plight. It was appropriate for Mitten to feel like she was a...
Sensitivity Training can mean a lot: Part 7 Meanwhile back home. While this can be a stand-alone story, still it is a chapter in the larger story. It takes place back home while Beercan (AKA Jason) is spending his first two weeks at the Institute. Beercan was sent Sensitivity Institute of America because he had sexually harassed one of his employees. His b...
Amber was a beautiful girl and she knew it. She had realized the effect she had on men when she started blossoming as a teenager and had grown up expecting it. Amber was slim with long blonde (dyed) hair and a gentle tan across her unblemished white skin. Men of course turned their heads to see her firm tits and generous ass, but she also had a classically...
It was Friday afternoon and the last day of the school year. There was an expectant buzz in the air, as everyone's thoughts were concentrated on tonight's leaving party. Morgana was as excited as everyone else – she had big plans for tonight. Headmaster Dave had kindly agreed to hold the yearly event in his large country house. Only the older pupils were in...
This story is not textbook bdsm. There are no chains, whips, blindfold or leather. Instead it's about loving emotional control, which I find more intriquing. It may not be to the taste of some bdsm purists as it offers a different form of control. * Neither of them addressed but it was obvious there was a change in their relationship. They were warmer, mor...
Jessica and Emma were in a quiet corner of their favourite pub. Their girls' night out was overdue. They had finally arranged it. Jessica was driving; that meant that Emma could have more than one drink. That might help to loosen her up, thought Jessica. They had been firm friends since Emma joined the school, two years after Jessica. They were similar in...
Dressed in teen clothes Janice and Rose came back from shopping, with the usual armful of bags. 'Put the coffee on, girl, then hang up your new clothes,' Janice told her stepmother. The coffee was bubbling so Rose picked up the bags, to go to her room. It had been her daughter's room, but she had been relegated to it since their role reversal a few weeks...
I assumed my position over her knee, her skirt slick over stockinged thighs. She pressed her forearm to my back, her hand nestled in my armpit, close to my breast...my gaze slipped downwards, taking in sheer black hosiery and blood red heels. "You're a bad girl, and bad girls must be punished!" Andromeda chided as her hand swung back and she launched her han...