Stephanie awoke slowly at around 8.30 on Sunday morning, with images of the previous day's activities forming incoherent but nevertheless pleasant images in her head. She and Nick had enjoyed a couple of bottles of Phelan Segur with Sally and Rob over a dinner of duck breast and dauphinoise potatoes at which conversation had become increasingly unrestrained,...
Jeri watched as Simon came in with Kit. Jeri met Colette's eyes. And Colette rolled them. Jeri, Colette and Audrey, Simon's ex wife all came into the Tawse club when they were newlyweds back in 1993. It was such a neat thing that they all had had in common! The girls' husbands had asked them to be dominant, and at the Tawse Club, you could find others who...
It seemed to Nicki that her universe had disintegrated; all that was good, clean and decent appeared to have descended into a paradoxical alternate reality -- a reality, moreover, where social norms and common conventions had been twisted into a perversion of themselves. Perversion was, Nicki thought, the right word for it. The wiring in her head had somehow...
The following is a real letter that was sent to a real person. The names have not been changed because no one here is innocent. I am a collared submissive. I have been in a vanilla and D/s relationship with my Master for 9 months. At my request, we sought out and found another submissive female to play with. This was the first threesome for all three of us....
I'd spent over an hour on the living room floor being beaten, humiliated, fucked – then beaten again. Twelve strokes into the second thrashing, her phone rang. After delivering lucky thirteen, she checked the caller ID. Grumbling, she dropped the sweat-slick tawse on the couch, then snatched the phone from the end table. Moments later, she was engaged in con...
Mr Jamieson has arranged for his wife Sylvia to visit Mr Trumble, a professional disciplinarian once a fortnight while he is overseas on an extended business trip. Being a professional, Mr Trumble naturally writes to Mr Jamieson after each visit to report on Sylvia's progress. Below is the report from Mr Trumble after Sylvia's fourth visit. "Dear Mr Jamieso...
... this is the second chapter in this story and though it is readable on its own, I believe that you might find the first part is worth reading first. * Nancy's house was on a much more affluent part of our bread round - detached houses with gardens and driveways, properties with garaging for more than one vehicle in an era when far fewer than half the ho...
John fidgeted impatiently with his car keys while people rushed in and out of the terminal around him. In the early hours of Friday evening the airport was packed with life, some arriving, some departing, and some there to greet a business associate or loved one. John, however, was willing to bet that none of the gate's other occupants were there for quite t...
Three young nurses stand in a corridor, their backs to the wall. They know the time is seven-twenty seven pm, because for the last five minutes they have been staring anxiously at the clock opposite them, and then along the corridor. They dare not speak, but in each of their minds is framed the question "Will she come?" Despite what is going to happen, it wi...
He had been chatting to Sylvia for a little while having met on an on line dating site. He had always had an interest in receiving a spanking from a woman and when she had offered to make his fantasies come true it hadn't taken much before he decided to take up "the challenge" as she had called it. It had seemed ages away when the date, three weeks in advanc...