Author's Note: I've received some requests to continue this storyline, even though I thought it had come to a natural conclusion with Ch. 3. Being a man and therefore completely unable to resist most female requests (especially if they're reasonable), I've tried to oblige. I'm not sure if it will be as well-received, but I did enjoy writing it and it's anoth...
Point of View: Hers This is the second part of a three-part story that describes the same events from three different perspectives. It won't make any sense unless you have first read Point of View: His. This is a work of fiction and any similarity to actual persons or events is coincidental. "Hello, Kyong? It's me Jane. Are you somewhere where you can talk...
If I said Maria was imaginative it would not be doing her creativity justice. She was a spanko. A complete pain slut of epic proportions who spent her day concocting new and novel ways of getting and dishing out corporal punishment. You may remember her from the news a few years back: she was the lady who petitioned our council to issue parking fines in sp...
The Ladies Regional Basketball Tournament game was not going well. The basketball just wasn't falling for me. this was my senior year and I was eighteen years old. My shots were bouncing off the rim and I even had two air balls. I wondered how this could be happening to me. I was the darling of the tournament and my picture was on the front page of our homet...
"You lose. Now take off all of your clothes." Although I had heard this command several times, I never got used to the uneasy feeling it caused. At first, the consequences were actually kind of fun, but what began with my tendency to bet on my old college team eventually led to more and more embarrassing situations. It started when I was dating Karen, the...
*****Here is chapter two of the story. I had planned on submitting this much sooner, but had some unexpected things happen in the world outside of my computer. :) As for a comment I had received privately about this story being about a husband disciplining his wife in anger...all I can say is read on...and continue to send feedback...I really really do appre...
It was just beginning to be a dark and stormy night when the door to the hut creaked open and the girl strode in. I had just got the fire started and was boiling water for my noodles and turned around in some surprise. "Room for one more?" she asked in what I guessed was a Canadian accent. She was in her mid twenties, red hair, fit looking and, I noticed af...
I was just sitting at my desk minding my own business. Literally. I own and run a bus company. I have a couple of dozen coaches. Most of them are on regular routes but I have a few that I lease out for excursions. The local college is quite a good customer. They do have their own school bus but sometimes they have teams going in different directions and th...
My wife was the first woman I'd ever met who enjoyed being spanked. I've always been open to new experiences, so I was more than willing to try anything that promised to, as she put it, "made her got enough to explode". My first few swats brought critical remarks. I'm not sure if it was the advice or the criticism, but it didn't take long for me to get it ri...
Warning: This is a bondage and discipline story about women spanking their husbands. It is also a CFNM story. And it is also a story that celebrates domestic discipline where the female, not the male, is the disciplinarian. If the thought of a woman using a paddle on her husband's behind upsets you, or if a story about men having to act as sex objects and s...