"You know, I really don't believe this!" the irate man bellowed at Miranda. "I have enough breakage and pilfering with my teenage customers, I do not expect this from my staff! And I especially do not expect it from the daughters of my friends! How ungrateful can you be? Do you want us all to get fired? Now, what do you have to say for yourself young lady?"...
April gave me a few minutes to catch my breath and for my tears to subside. When I had finally stopped sobbing, she held up a handcuff key where I could see it and said, "For your second punishment, I need you to turn around and face me. If I unchain you from the wall, will you turn around and allow me to chain your wrists to the wall again?" What an impos...
My name is Allison Brand, and I'm a model. For the past four years, I've been a fashion model. I've modeled blue jeans, skirt-suits, sportswear, swimwear, lingerie, just about every sort of type of clothing they sell in America. And then, my roommate Chloe stepped in and interfered. Chloe has something of a twisted and playful sense of humor. In additi...
We are getting ready to go out. You had planned a night in, but I had been very bad and you decided that I needed to be reminded of my place in life. You are already fully dress. I am on my knees in front of the bed, my hands clasped behind my back, and my eyes are cast down. You tell me to stand and I start to do so slowly. You grab me by my hair and pull m...
Thanks to Robyn for the suggestion on the topic of this story. She's a wonderful friend. And of course to my niece Jennifer for the motivation to write. * My niece Jennifer was only 19, cute as a button, but over the last three months she'd learn that asking her uncle for help out of a jam was just something family does. What she also learned, though, was...
It was getting towards the end of the evening at The Crown. In fact last orders had already been called and we were contemplating having one more drink before heading home. We were sitting at a table in the corner, our usual spot. It was Friday night. We always met up on Friday nights for a drink together, the four of us. As was usual this time of the evenin...
Author's note: this is the first of two parts of a long story. As with my previous long story, I suggested you read through the entire thing to enjoy a rich narrative and character building, and skip right to certain specific chapters if you're trying to get off in a hurry. On this particular story, only chapter 1 has the titillating parts, so if you wanna t...
My story actually begins with a ballet teacher named Ms. Mixon. I was never interested in ballet, however my mother insisted that I learn, so she sent me to classes for six years. My mother hoped that; if she forced me to go; eventually I would learn to love the ballet. It was a bold plan, but one that failed. After six years of stretching, foot positions,...
You wake up just as the alarm on your phone blasts a corny jingle right into your ear. You lazily stretch, pull your covers off your body and slowly rise from your bed. You meander over to the mirror that hangs on your door and look at your reflection. A teenage boy with light brown hair, glowing grey eyes and an average build stares back at you. You smile....
"Grandpa! Grandma!" came the elated shouts of two children, a five year old and three year old, as they run towards their grandparents. The scene was being spectated by the two's young mother, Miranda, 30 years old and still looks as beautiful as her teenage years, with shoulder length blonde hair, brown eyes and tan skin, wearing a white tube top...