Eric and I sat naked on the bleachers at the YMCA pool, St Paul. It was nine on a Monday night, the facilities near deserted. My weights room buddy had kept me back later than usual, after our swim and workout, with his ceaseless talk of body building, body builders, new routines, favorite muscle groups. After two hours of exercise I was happy to linger in h...
Mistress Layton takes Beth back to 'The Woodshed" to complete a couple more tasks from the Master's questionnaire. This chapter contains discipline, riding a Sybian, a glory hole, bukkake, and another woman. COVID-19 and STD's don't exist in this world. My Journey of Discovery, Ch 7 - The Woodshed Again The alarm on my phone went off at six. I put on fresh...
During the long walk in the dim light of dawn through the snow to the woodshed, Ann picked up the old, double bite ax. She felt the long used smoothness of the wooden handle and it brought back memories of many such trips in the early morning cold to the woodshed to split kindling and gather fire wood for the large, old wood stove. This was a morning ritual...
God, another aisle of Midwestern, north woods, "gone fishin'" kitsch. Stanton harbored a roiling caldron of irritation for pulling off the interstate. The billboards boasted the best antiques in the state, but the tiny, central Wisconsin town offered a meager two shops. While it felt good to stretch his legs, the promising detour appeared to be a waste of ti...
My name is B..., well, alright, Bill. You won't know much about me unless you've read another story I shared on Literotica some time ago, but I think only Fiona read that. The other story was about Fiona and me. I can give you the short version. An internet flirtation led me take a trip to the frozen North to see a red-haired lady musician play bass with he...
Some notes about this chapter. There is a club in Orlando called 'The Woodshed'. Whether or not it's still open during the pandemic is unknown. I've never been there, and other than a few ideas gleaned from the website, have no clue what's inside. Nor would any of the people exist. This chapter contains oral, anal, lesbian, interracial, group sex and a spank...
Sarah had quite a day. After being over cooks Bread Making table for the strap then being sent to Mr. Browns office for a spanking, who then said he wanted to inspect her to make sure her Father had completed his side of the agreement of her employment by strapping her, surely nothing would ever compare. She had a great time with the boys and she laughed al...
Dear Shoeblossom, My name is Eliza Scunthorpe, a keyholder in Los Angeles I have read Leland T___'s whining letter to you and I want to clear things up! For instance there's Parrish! Parrish is a favorite client of mine. He is on a relatively lenient schedule--he is allowed to orgasm about once every other week. And he has privileges I don't usually gra...
Warning: This is a bondage and discipline story about women spanking their husbands. It is also a CFNM story. And it is also a story that celebrates domestic discipline where the female, not the male, is the disciplinarian. If the thought of a woman using a paddle on her husband's behind upsets you, or if a story about men having to act as sex objects and s...
Throughout the day as he hiked alone through a sparsely populated foothills of north-eastern Italy's Dolomites, Kyle Stockwell had watched the storm clouds building. They'd bring only rain and wind fortunately, because it was midsummer although not the baking midsummer he was used to. Well he could shelter in a forest thicket or under a rock overhang facing...