Part 2: Out of the Closet When I finally revealed my love of spanking, or more precisely, self spanking, to my husband it was not at all planned. Our two daughters had gone to a friend's birthday party in the afternoon and we got a phone call from the mother hosting the party to ask if it was all right if the girls stayed for the night. We said it was fine...
If I said Maria was imaginative it would not be doing her creativity justice. She was a spanko. A complete pain slut of epic proportions who spent her day concocting new and novel ways of getting and dishing out corporal punishment. You may remember her from the news a few years back: she was the lady who petitioned our council to issue parking fines in sp...
"Look in the classified section," cried Lucy as she fumbled to loosen the cord of her robe. "It must be in there!" Two weeks ago, my wife Lucy and myself had decided that we had talked about her fantasy enough and it was time to do something about it. We had carefully designed an advertisement, and after a lot of consideration, had finally e-mailed it to th...
By Jonathan Quincy Graves {Note: This is the fifth in a multi-part story series describing the evolving relationship of a woman who provides leadership and discipline for her husband. Each installment can stand alone, but they read much better if you start at the beginning, go to: Erin Ch. 01 - Female led Relationship. JQGraves} ******** I have to laug...
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...
We didn't choose this lifestyle. It was forced upon us. Well, perhaps that's not quite true. Maybe best to say that my wife and I were forced to confront who we truly are. My wife is way out of my league. I'm a nerdy, small accountant. About my only good feature is my nice ass. Though even that's a bit too feminine. My wife, Cherry, on the other hand is...
At half past noon Chelsea Parker found herself hastily beating a path through the employee parking lot to her car. This was the second Wednesday of the month which meant she'd be spending her lunch break at home. She would not be eating lunch, however. A month earlier, Chelsea had made the grave error of driving home from an office party under the influenc...
"No Robbie, the bishop moves diagonally, rooks move forward and backward." Eric is teaching Robbie how to play chess. They are sitting on the floor in the den. Robbie is the nine-year-old son of Victoria Alisa. The two of them have been living with the Master and his slave wife, Tanya Marie, for a little over a year, ever since she left her abusive husband...
She stood quivering in the court. The long dark hairs of her innocent face sparkling with the chink of light bathing the defendants' dock. Guilty or not guilty? She was guilty, of course. The blameless persona was a front; much like the cute puppy cheekily hoping that their owner would not attribute culpability to them for the messy house. She tried to loo...
I want to thank you for always printing an abundance of stories from couples where the husband likes to see his wife with other men. I too had long wanted to see my sweet Diane taken by another man. After much prodding, pleading and planning I got my wish, and a whole lot more. I know have a truly wanton wife, gourmet restaurant cook in the kitchen, and a co...