I knew that today was going to be a very strange day. My Mistress had ordered me to spend some time "punishing" my Test Coordinators (or face dire, but unspecified, consequences). I wasn't too sure why I'd be punishing them. Yes, they had given me some somewhat onerous tasks to perform and document, but that was, I thought, their job. Oh well, ours is not to...
Rob Sommers was sailing around the point when his boat sank. It was the last day he'd have expected an accident like this to happen. A warm sun was rising up into the sky. A gentle breeze carried the scent of sea from the east. The blue waters were as flat as a piece of glass. Seagulls flew overhead in search of early morning snacks. Then his boat sank. Jus...
Note: You will enjoy this story more if you have read the previous two installments. Again, all of the characters are 18 or over and you should not read the story if you do not enjoy writing that deals with bodily functions. * Andrea Creighton, who taught history at the preparatory academy, was quite excited when Carol Stephens invited her to play for wha...
25th May Slut gets the point School sort of ended in May. The year 13s were given two weeks off before our A-levels to revise. I was a diligent student and intended to use my time productively. On the last day, it was traditional for the six-formers to abandon their business suits and dress up as school children for the last day pub crawl. As an undercover...
From where they stopped the plane it was obvious to Martin that something unusual was going on - something to do with security. They parked inside a hanger, hundreds of meters from any gate. The passengers, with all their hand-luggage, clambered down an old-fashioned ramp, were led through a tight cordon of terminal security people to a large bullpen-like...
[This story involves bodily functions so if that offends you, don't proceed further. All characters are 18 or over.] *** This had been one of my best situations during my time as a governess. The two Grant girls were just challenging enough to keep me on my toes. But I hadn't needed to discipline either of them at all frequently for ages. And I realized th...
This is a new story which I've shared elsewhere. I hope you'll enjoy it but if watersports isn't your thing you may prefer to pass it by. ***** "Well we're here at last!" Sarah exclaimed as she pulled into the carpark. A tatty old sign bore witness to what the place had once been – Drydale Magna Secondary Modern School. A sea of weeds populated what had on...
Crista waited nervously sipping her latte, every swing of the coffee shop door vibrating through her body and unsettling further any composure she had left. For ten years she had been faithful, a decade of quiet obedience to social normalcy and family. In her purse were well thumbed pictures of her children, joyful offspring of her long term relationship and...
I am a clinical sexologist and I work for an hospital in Rome (Italy). I decided to write this story after the "particular visit" I had few weeks ago. It's something which cannot be a subject of discussion with other collegues of mine but definitely I believe the readers of this site will understand me. The visit I've been taking few surveys about sexuali...
The clinic was an unobtrusive white stucco structure surrounded by gnarled oak trees on an obscure back road. There were several cars parked in front but it gave the overall appearance of being unoccupied. The smell of late summer was in the air, with just a hint of fall breezes - my favorite time of year. I was getting on in years and just started retiremen...