My naked, defenseless bottom was the victim of Christina's strong, punishing right hand. My naked buttocks and the backs of my thighs were a riot of sharp and daunting pain as Christina's hand rained down punishing slaps upon my naked and innocent buttocks. Christina's aunt and Anne Marie were witnessing my humiliating punishment, and my pride was the only...
In the mansion on the tip top of the hill, the Stone family dwelled in chaotic turmoil, every member in their own personal hell, overwhelmed with worry for Diago. Dorian was over come with guilt, he knew all about loss, his very own brother had committed suicide after killing his wife and trying to kill his son. He had been consumed with guilt over his sui...
"What rough beast, its hour come round at last, Slouches toward Bethlehem to be born?" -WB Yeats *** It was spring when Cousin Abbra announced she was pregnant, and the baby was due December 24. Furthermore, she insisted that she was still a virgin, and that the pregnancy was a miracle. And the father, she said, was Satan. Aunt Ann believed her. So did...
Background: In the year 2014, the Universal Criminal Reform Act had been ratified as a response to ever growing crime rates around the country. New and unusual punishments had been contrived and the time-consuming court system done away with. Police could arrest without warrants and for various breaches which before would have been considered only minor. Ju...
Author's Note: This Is a Continuation of "She Caught Me In Her Panties". *** I woke up on the sofa bed in the basement feeling guilty. The covers were pulled up to my neck. My pants and boxers were on the floor. I was wearing a tee shirt and black panties with a floral print. A few hours earlier I'd been wearing the same panties while my aunt's step-da...
CHAPTER I: Suckling Aunt I am Venkat. That Sunday morning in May was a fateful one for me. It was on that day that my uncle's wife with her four-month-old baby came into our home in Conjeevaram, in Southern India, for a three-month stay. My town is the home of the world-renowned colourful brocaded silk saris. My grandfather was a weaver of the saris, and th...
'Dear husband do I have to be a porn star?' I am Sarojini, daughter and only child of my parents. My life story is bewildering. It was quite normal till I was 18 and then it became different. Middle class society in Chennai, India where I lived is very conservative where sexes do not mix. My problem was quite simple; I was bad—I like men. All young girls do...
"I'm home" I yelled out as I walked in the door at 7:15pm. "It's about time." my step-mom Sharon replied. "Oh my" I said as I had a look at Sharon, who was wearing a tight light pink shirt, with a very open front. She was mopping the kitchen floor, with her tits held tightly in her top. You could see her lovely smooth legs there, side by side as her jeans...
[This story will be at least four parts. It could be in Loving Wives, First Times, Incest/Taboo or a couple of other categories. I apologize right up front for any misrepresentation of the Shoshone peoples. My intention was to honor them and their culture. Naturally, you are encouraged to vote and leave feedback. Especially leave feedback that is intended to...
The coach wheels crunched on the gravel path, and the four horses, sweat sheening their glossy flanks, came to a skittering halt. The coachman descended from his high seat and flipped the foot step down, and twisted the latch open. Inside, the two young women were eager to see their new home in England. Their voyage across the Atlantic had gone smoothly an...