Chapter 16 - Black Friday During the four days she spent in Salinas over Thanksgiving break, Ruthie got very little rest. She spent a good portion of Thanksgiving Day looking after Rosa and trying to make sure she didn't get a hold of any more Tequila. Ruthie plied her with water and Coke, trying to get her to sober up before she went to sleep. She became v...
Inspired by a fantasy of my spanking partner, CB. Please send feedback and don't forget to vote! Parkwood Academy had a reputation for graduating some of the brightest, best educated young people in the region. Their alumnae list was a veritable 'who's who' of Fortune 500 company executives and also included well known heads of large non-profit organization...
Teacher Fails the Class/Anne Disciplines With Report Cards and Spanking For Linda Robertson and Devon Sara It had already been a long day for Miss Smithers as she began her eighth-period English class. This was actually one of her better classes—with the high school's students intent on going to selective colleges—but it also posed the greatest challenge...
Danny looked angry when Mrs Watson got into the car. He'd sent his slave to a friend's house, where she had to relieve the guy's sexual frustration. His slave went under orders, and he'd delivered her there, so it was unfair of him to be aggressive with her. 'Don't tell me anything, slave,' he harshly spoke. 'Just say don't say anything.' They were quiet...
Marissa Jimenez was a quiet little girl. Even though she was 18, she did not look it. She just recently came over from Mexico where she played the perfect parent to her five other cousins. As the oldest she made sure everybody was to school on time, paid attention, and did well. Being in a new country was strange and hard for Marissa. Not only did she have t...
The 1:15 bell rang at the St. Agnes academy. The students filed into the classroom of Ms. Mary Bennett the 12th grade math teacher. The teenagers were dressed in neat uniforms and sat down quietly. The girls wore plaid skirts and blue sweaters; the boys wore black blazers with kaki pants. The classroom was conservatively decorated; only a cross-hung on the w...
"How did you do on that test?" It was the first thing he asked me when I walked in the door. I knew what my answers would mean. I hung my head down and in a small voice I replied. "D+" *** This man was a friend of my mom's. She wanted him to tutor me through my senior year in high school to insure my grades would be high enough to get me into a competitiv...
1. Becoming a lesbian sissy slut I was eighteen years old when I became a girl. Or rather: When I was turned into a submissive lesbian sissy slut by my High School teacher, Miss Johnstone. She was an imposing woman, in her late fifties, tall and with short cropped grey hair. She had piercing green eyes and a well-trained body that she kept in shape by regul...
Author's Note: This story is completely fictional and the characters bear no resemblance to any persons living or dead. Please read this story in sequence if possible. Thanks to Kirk2004 for editing this chapter. Feedback and votes greatly appreciated. - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - "The board would like to see you," said a handwrit...
Playtime with Tammy isn't confined to when we're together in my apartment. I had little experience with text-messaging before I knew her, but now I smile with anticipation when I see the little envelope icon appear on my cell phone. I hit the button and a message from Tammy pops up: "I lyk U lic me." It's enough to trigger the memory of her scent and make m...