Passion’s playpen

Kate was taken to breakfast. She was washed first, again in milk, this time by the old woman, who did her hair and her face for her, washing her like she was a small child, with Kate resisting, but not completely, for she knew she must let the woman do her work lest she be

My Professional Spanker

I awoke when I heard Deanna come in the house from her evening shift at the facility, as she calls it. She’s a discipline administrator at a little-known institution for probation violators. Anyway, I’d been asleep for a couple of hours and was extremely groggy, so I just closed my eyes and waited for her

Spanking at school

I thought I’d start with a little bit about myself. My name is John Wilson, I am 6ft 1ins tall, with a slim athletic build. Short dark hair and a clean shaven face. Whilst not a Brad Pitt contender I am fairly hansom with a rugged non nonsense look about me. I taught science for

Pleasing my slave girl

She sat on the bed, wearing just bra and panties. He came into the room, wearing only jeans, and holding a pair of handcuffs. She stood and crossed the room to kiss him. They kissed gently at first, then more roughly, sucking and biting each others lips and tongues. He slowly backed her up against

Night Shift Romance

It was a typical, night shift Sunday. The huge factory, normally bustling with noise and activity, lay quiet and dark. I was in my office/quality lab, dipping parts in chemicals and singing along with the cranked up stereo. “I didn’t know you could sing,” someone exclaimed behind me. I spun around, startled by the sudden

Perchance To Dream

Today was shaping up to be like most any other Thursday; pretty boring. My daughter Alice turned 21 today and, despite promising me that she and I would go get her first legal cocktail together, she was going out after work with her new friends from the law firm where she just started interning a

About the afterlife – A spanking story

It was a distinct surprise to Mr. Duchose to find himself in the empty white room, still lying in bed, but clearly not the bed, nor the room, where he had fallen asleep. He didn’t seem to feel entirely himself in other ways. When he’d retired for the night, he felt a distinct soreness in

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