Lunceford Grayledge, owner of Uttenweiler's Department Store and his wife Charybdis Nordhauser-Grayledge left the meeting with the ad agency folks. Lunce was very nervous about modernizing his department store. The agency guys had good ideas, but he hated to change it at all. It was one of the biggest chains in the country, and certainly the nicest in Butt...
I went home to make sure my mum's old house was all tidy, as it was due to be sold, and I wanted it to be clean, so this could be done quickly. I had grown up at this house with my parents. It was a quiet cul-de-sac where everybody knew everybody and everything, it seems. (I had a good childhood, and, like many who grew up in the seventies, I was spanked at...
The impatient tap of the paddle on her open palm swept through me: a cold chill of sobriety mixed with the sizzling expectation of anticipation and excitement. It always did that, and she knew it. She stood there, feet slightly apart in her work suit, holding the weapon with the eager expression I knew so well; her mouth curled slightly as the leather slapp...
Twelve "Do you know what a Wartenberg Wheel is, Diana?" "No." "Neurologists use it to determine the extent of nerve damage. It looks like this." She giggled. "If it is used properly, you can get the most amazing results." There was a loud moan from under the hood as she removed a strange looking tool from a leather case. It was small – perhaps only five...
After lying in abject sexual frustration for what seemed like hours, Diana felt a light touch next to her sex. She felt someone pulling softly at the bindings that held her so admirably. She said, "Who's there?" The only response was to have a ball gag shoved deeply into her mouth. She opened her mouth as widely as she could and felt as it was inserted behi...
Velvet's Story, Part 4: Absolute Submission and a New Personality Neither of us needed a reminder that out Mistress would soon be home, or that we'd better be ready when she did arrive. The consequences of our not being prepared to open the door as she climbed the few entrance steps were only to well ingrained in us. How things have changed since I was my...
Part Two: Sometimes You Can Get Too Much Of A Good Thing It was my third week at Faster Pussycat and it was fast approaching midnight. I was totally exhausted. I'd been on my knees, cuffed and manacled to a humbler and spreader bar since just before nine pm, and a seemingly endless line of young women had come into the storeroom where Kelly had installed me...
There was a knock on the heavy oak door. "Come in." The voice was deep yet female; sonorous, used to being authoritative. Chloe opened the door and entered. Instinctively goose pimples appeared on her arms; the very atmosphere in this room startled them into life. The smell of furniture polish and leather seating. The enforced quiet, something like a librar...
This is a continuation of Ginny's Humiliation. You really should read Parts One & Two first. But, you may enjoy this chapter alone. Comments are very welcome as are your votes. Thanks again to Rman for his input and ideas. ***** Ginny checked the conference room. The smell and mess were gone. Maria and Carlos had cleaned up and left by the time Ginny got b...
Stephanie looked around her domain, as she referred to her office cum sick-room at Wellborough School. All was spick and span and just as she liked it -- First Aid kit in its cabinet, medicines and pills locked away in cupboards and her disciplinary items safely out of sight in a drawer of her desk. Not that there had been much call for them recently, she re...