Gram told me we were going to start this morning and that I should go change into the clothes I found in my room. I was surprised and it just popped out. “But those are little girl clothes.” The look Gram gave me would have melted butter. “Oh right sorry.” I jumped out of the chair and headed for my room to change. I had a lot to think about on my way...
I thought it would be good to try writing a story using only dialogue, and one where the reader got to determine the gender of the characters to suit their preference. Let me know in the comments if you think it worked, or if it was just confusing. ***** "You need a spanking." "I do not need a spanking." "Do you really think that arguing is going to help...
Keeping a hand clamped over her mouth, Winston hauled O'Brien onto her side, ignoring her pitiful attempts at escape. When she started pulling herself away from him to get her mouth free, he dropped the weapon to the floor and grabbed her with both hands; there was little risk of her picking it up. Soon, he had O'Brien lying on her belly on the table, Winsto...
It was after 2 pm by the time the four of us returned from our conquest of Brooks Mountain. The three women, Debbie, her younger sister Rachel, and my Mother in Law (Jane) were all busy in the kitchen. As we entered the ranch house all three turned their attention to us. Debbie zeroed in on me. "And where have you been, young lady?" I hated when she spoke...
***This should stand alone on its own, but if you want to read more background, check out the first memo "An Office Memo" *** ***** MEMORANDUM To: Frank McCaffrey From: James Fields Re: Office Appraisals During Your Absence Frank, Here's hoping your trip went well and that you enjoyed the conference. I know how much of a pain it is to travel when...
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...
For Peter and Angie each evening was now full of anticipation. As the evening progressed they could feel themselves becoming excited by what was going to happen. The unpredictability of what they would encounter was an intoxicating mix of dread, humiliation and anticipation. Each night after showering they would fetch the hairbrush then present themselves t...
Angie reluctantly looked at the clock on the wall. It was passed 10.00pm and she knew she could not put off the inevitable any longer. Both had already showered and changed into their pyjamas. With a heavy sigh, Angie stood, took Peter by the hand, and led him down the stairs. With great trepidation they snuck their heads around the doorway into the lounge....
It was getting late. The two lovers lay entwined on the soaked, tangled sheets, sharing another tumbler of wine. James played idly with Dana's cock and balls; the latter leaned over and delivered a succession of feathery kisses to his lover's groin. Dana was uncharacteristically talkative; the evening's encounter seemed to have freed him of much of his natur...
Annabelle entered the small shop on Dauphine, east side of the French Quarter. A remote jingle announced her presence. An attractive clerk fussing behind the jewelry counter looked up. Smiled. Sparsely staged collections of couture dresses flanked the quietly hued space. Each designer's latest propped and lit like sculpture. Another patron, a tall, too skinn...