It’s funny how things can just happen. Jerome and I had been dating a while and we told ourselves that we werent going to have sex or do anything. Knowing that neither of us were virgins and oddly enough both had only had sex 2times previoulsy befo
A resounding crack came loudly with every step on the hardwood floors as Penny paced almost frantically up and down the long hallway. How was she going to explain? Oh, he was going to be so angry. He’d told her ‘one more time’ and she’d rue the da
Ollie and I were both counselors at a boy scout summer camp. I was the medical officer of the camp and Ollie was the Waterfront Director. As medical officer I could not be assigned to any restritive duties that would take me away from being able to
It’s these words randomly flashing into my mind that continue to bring me back to this past Sunday afternoon and the incredible feelings. The four words continually rekindling the thoughts of the intense
Going into grade eleven, I had a pretty good life. Good grades, a supportive and loving family, and a good group of friends. But sexually, I was extremely deprived. I was such a pure little virgin…
I was a tease, and the guys loved me for it, bu
I walked into the room for my spanking..
I had not carried my duties to his instructions and ended up spilling paint on his car.
I thought 12-15 strokes without a warm-up.
Well you know why you are here he said as soon as I walked in.
Once upon a time, in a small new England town, there was a young teen age boy named Steve. He was out walking in the woods one day, and he saw his neighbor, Sherri, out walking also. Sherri was cute, with long curly brown hair, and big tits. Her b
This is the first story I’ve posted. I’d love to hear some feedback!
It’s late, and I don’t think that you’re going to come over and I’m feeling a little frisky. I decide to hop on the Internet and check out a couple of spanking websites,
~The Spanking ~ Part I
~The Release ~ Part II
I climbed into the Jeep, pulled the door shut and sighed. Freshly showered, perfumed, made up, and wearing a soft, black with white print, ankle length cotton
I was awakened by a rough shake and then a push. I found myself on the floor, my eyes trying to focus on the person standing over me, but the room was too dark. I knew that whoever this person was, he was not my Master. I lay still, waiting. Afte
I was asleep. I suspected that something was going on but not being sure, I certainly wasn’t going to say or do anything. Then one night, clowning around with family, we started to wrestle around. Wife, little kids, and yes the stepdaughter. For some
how stupid she had been. Why hadn’t she just told Joshua the truth in the first place? Now she was in more trouble then if she would of spilled her guts to him right away. How hard would it have been to tell him she lost the envelope with the t
There it is again: the familiar anticipation, bordering on apprehension. Tina always feels this way whenever David comes to visit. Her hands grip the steering wheel tightly, as she muses about their earlier conve
Dr. Phil – A Fantasy
I am diligently working on the exercises in the Self Matters book that Dr. Phil wrote. It is hard work, but I feel like I am making headway into some of the things about myself that puzzle me.
I have written to Dr. Phi
BabyGrrl and Daddy were going on a day trip. Daddy wanted to see the lakeshore. So they packed a picnic lunch, loaded up the Harley and set out riding east along Lake Ontario.
BabyGrrl had been very stressed lately and although she
“Julie, I’ve had just about enough of your cheek!”
Mary Whentworth was beside herself and was up in arms about what to do about her errant, eighteen-year-old daughter.
“I know this is a tough age, but I shall not
With one last tug, I finish tying the knot in the rope which binds your hands behind your back. I then pull the black velvet hood over your head and tighten the drawstring around your neck. As the material is thick, no light comes in, leaving you tot
A story about a bad student and the teacher who was bad with him …
It was a Friday afternoon in mid May, and the students in Miss
Newbury’s class were restless with the thought of the coming weekend
and the ever-approaching graduation.
“Shit!” I muttered, walking into the apartment and smelling what was obviously rotting garbage. I dropped my backpack full of work and my purse on the dining table, and moved to pull the offending and overflowing bag from the plastic wastebasket.