Susan checked her watch, 4:30 pm – only 20 minutes since she last checked the time; it was dragging so slowly. There was no way she was going to be able to leave before 5:30, it just wasn’t done these days, not even on a Friday. And it wasn’t as though she didn’t have a mountain of work to do … she just had no interest in doing it. No, her thoughts were else...
You notice that My favourite wine has run out and you should have replaced it during the day, but forgot. I always have a glass with dinner, and have done for as long as you can remember. Dusk is falling, and you know you are not allowed out when the street lamps are on, it happened once before and the thought of the price you paid makes you cringe. The d...
A Man Allows Himself to be publicly Spanked at a BDSM Club I wrote this story almost ten years ago, but posted it on only one site. I found it as I was cleaning up my files and deleting duplicates, etc. This is a spanking / pain story. There is no "sex" as such in this story. If you understand- and enjoy- spanking games, you will enjoy the story. If you do...
I arrived at the auction in good time for the viewing and spend a few hours before the auction evaluating the items for sale. To say that I was disappointed would be an understatement and if any of these items stemmed from Greystone House then they were at first sight mundane and of little interest. Rows of brown furniture lined the room but contained noth...
Chapter 4: Saturday Morning The next morning, Mia walked down to breakfast feeling so giddy. Last night was so much fun. Today, she had such a packed day filled with classes and activities. She really wanted to take advantage of everything this weekend had to offer. So, she had packed a small backpack with her essentials so she didn't need to miss one sl...
Max did go to the wedding with me, and the next time my wrists sported the telltale indentations of handcuffs - very soon after our first meeting - it was his doing. Six months later we were living in a detached bungalow in the green borders of North London. His elderly grandmother had died and rather than sell her home he decided to refurbish it and move in...
From his bound position, he looked up at Her through eyes still misty from his ordeal. Her was kneeling, his wrists locked to the top of a post by leather cuffs, his ankles in cuffs behind the post, his body strapped tightly to the stanchion by 2" belts at hips waist and chest. She was sitting above and in front of him, on a throne like chair. Her hair was...
[Note: This is a follow-up to "The Desk". Read that first if you haven't done so already.] 1 Chloe walked nervously up the garden path. It was a detached house on the edge of town, in one of the nicer suburbs. Despite the sunshine, she was glad of the long coat which kept away the breeze that whistled through the trees. And, of course, it also was glad th...
Bloody Friday the 13th Andy didn't believe in Friday the 13th, in fact he rather despised those who do and thought of them as 'superstitious fools'. This Friday the 13th, however, was definitely living up, or should that be down, to its reputation; it had just been one damn thing after another. For a start he'd traipsed halfway across the country for a sale...
[This is a chapter in a series; it will make more sense if you read the earlier chapters first, but you need not do that to enjoy it. This story does involve both bodily excretory functions, including menstruation, and some significant disciplining, so if any of that bothers you, please read no further. All characters are 18 or over.] *** Ralph and his cou...