St. Mary’s high school for girls has a long tradition of corporeal punishment. All of the teachers and administrators are male. Thus, when a young lady is to be punished with a spanking, paddling or canning, depending on the severity of the offense -- two males need to be present. For most girls this made punishment twice as enjoyable, two men to see their m...
We left the kitchen, and her husband and two kids, behind us and ventured out into the expansive yard. I followed her tremendous tush through an overgrown vegetable garden to a sort of ramshackle tool shed, behind which was about 5 feet of open space between the shed and the neighbor's fence. I was impressed with her plan. Here we could not be seen by anyo...
Scoring a movie can be a hard job, especially when you're doubling up as a production assistant, working with one of the most talented, emotionally demanding groups of people in the business. But it gets easier. Ideas turn into scripts, scripts turn into shoots, shoots turn into hiatuses, and re-unions turn into fireworks. Like a whirlwind, four long years o...
Roger sat there in shock, listening at the receiver in his hand but not hearing anything, desperately searching for an excuse, yet none surfaced. It had been a conscious decision; he had known about the possible consequences and had taken the required precautions why had this happened? How had this happened? He hung up on Veronica and relaxed on his bed, al...
"Brittany, help me clean the kitchen," her mother called. Brittany's eyes rolled to the back of her head. "This damn woman!" "Brittany?" The eighteen-year-old walked indignantly into the kitchen where her mother stood with a bottle of cleaner and a rag. Sweat beaded on the teen's body having just finished her workout. "Mom, I've already told you, I was...
I slipped down into the bracing embrace of the pool, and let the cool, clear water seep into every pore. A piercing grasp of cold took hold of my heart almost immediately, setting it leaping with earnest, cleansing adrenaline. All the dust and sweat and dried-on fluids of the last few days began to just drift away. While the silver-spun moonlight and gentle,...
The nice little New England suburban area looks nice in the spring, all of the trees and bushes are getting back their leaves and the houses all match. That is except for the house coming up ahead which looks old and ratty. You remember how kids would joke about how the old lady who lives there was a real life witch. As your bike rides close to it, your fron...
Sally Mae Johnson or Sally Struthers as we know her had waited with great anticipation for her Jonestown High School reunion. Despite her parents’ reluctance, she’d gone to college about as far away from her hometown as a country girl could get. Of course, that didn’t confine her parents to Jonestown. When Sally Mae moved, her parents moved with her. They’d...
The last man on earth, somehow. The thought crossed your mind during almost every one of the now rare dull moments where you had time to focus on something other than the project. Whatever it was that had happened during 'The Disappearance', it left you in a pretty good spot. You knew that most guys had probably fantasized about your situation at one point o...
Jess should have known better than to tempt fate. The day had gone in a similar fashion, though not nearly as extreme. The other teachers had practically ignored her very existence, only focusing on her to reprimand the petite teen. No extra work had been piled onto her already punitive load to her gratitude. The students weren't nearly so keen to be indiffe...