Swim, Spank, Sarah!

It is a hot day – sunny and humid with just the slightest breeze to tease perspiring skin once in a while. I have been working at the grocery store since 9 in the morning and am exhausted. Why I ever let my mother talk me into taking that job for the

Paying for It

Sister Mary Francis hurried down the dark corridor while silently cursing herself, “Damn, I’m late again, I hope Mother Superior isn’t there yet!!!” Opening the large creaking door at the rear of the sanctuary, twenty sets of eyes turned to see who w

Like Mother, Like Daughter

“Geesh,” Marge said to herself as she hopped out of bed and padded off to the bathroom, “this is three nights in a row for this,” while plopping her plush bottom on the toilet seat and relieving her bladder of its contents. She flushed the john and w

The Wet Dream

I lay in my bed dreaming, my tight, petite body motionless, covered only by a silk sheet. Though I lay apparently dormant, my mind is racked with intensity. In my dream I am stretched out on my back at a beach I visit frequently regardless of the sea

Chauffeur drives the boss

“Michael, could you help me?” It was Mr. Dietel, my boss. “Of course, sir.” I jumped out of my car door to see my employer half-dragging his wife from the open elevator. Thea was obviously quite intoxicated and not in control of her own faculties. I