Gail Bennett sat down behind her desk in the history classroom at Davis Academy. Miss Bennett, now in her mid-30s, had been teaching at Davis for almost a decade now, and realized, only slightly to her chagrin, that she was getting to be one of the more veteran faculty members. She was generally well-liked by the students, made her subject interesting, and...
The sun was up when Neeta woke up in the morning. She blinked a few times before realizing that she was in her Master's house, on his bed. Then she remembered the task he assigned her. As she moved, Neeta felt the urge to pee. But she had to wake up her Master to seek permission to empty her bladder. She moved towards his cock, held it up and started suckin...
THIS STORY IS INTENDED FOR ADULT READING ONLY ------------------------------------------- Evening, all. There's nothing like an old time copper -- and there was nothing like the fun and games that the old time coppers used to get up to. Somebody wrote that a policeman's lot was not an happy one -- but they were wrong. Young coppers used to get a lot, and e...
To Dearest Lizbeth * Experienced disciplinarians are familiar with the behavior known as clenching. The person being spanked, caned, or paddled seeks to press his or her buttocks close together in a vain attempt to avoid the pain that is inevitably coming. The dominant finds clenching annoying because it may affect the accuracy of the cane or brush stroke....
[This story involves bodily functions, so if that offends you, please read no further. All characters are 18 or over.] ***** Laura Franklin was highly pleased by the success of her weekend school, now conducted twice monthly, for adults who wished to return to an old-time school reminiscent of their own school days and complete with corporal punishment fro...
THIS STORY IS INTENDED FOR ADULT READING ONLY -------------------------------------- Evening, all. There's nothing like an old time copper . . . or, at least, there's nothing like the fun and games the old time coppers used to get up to. This is the way it used to be when PC stood for Police Constable instead of Political Correctness. --------------------...
Jane waited in the hall outside the room on a cold wooden bench. It was 1860 and a cold day for the summer. The wind howled outside the church annexe in which she sat. This was to be her first birching as most girls never did anything to deserve such a severe punishment... but she had. It was a Sunday. She'd attended church that morning with her family, but...
THIS STORY IS INTENDED FOR ADULT READING ONLY Evening, all. There's nothing like an old time copper . . . or, at least, there's nothing like the fun and games the old time coppers used to get up to. This is the way it used to be when PC stood for Police Constable instead of Political Correctness. --------------------------------- When I see the crap that...
The dormitory at Fairfax Academy was something out of the eighteen hundreds. Instead of modern college residence halls, where students lived two or three to a room, the Fairfax girls slept in large rooms that spanned the entire length of he building. The four floors of the building each housed one class. Freshmen on the lower floor, and seniors at the top. E...
This story follows the path of one girl or woman through a world in which humiliation is a core part of life. While many things are "normal", many things are not, as societies are so intrinsically focused on humiliation, it shapes their way of life. Politicians campaigning for office are not unfamiliar with being pantsed in front of massive crowds...