Timothy, who was twenty, remembered the first time that he had had to stand on his naughty spot in the living room, with his nose pressed against the wall. His trousers and underpants were already removed, and his arms were folded behind his back, holding up his T-shirt well above his waist, so his mum could see his bare bottom. Timothy knew that he was only a few minutes into the twenty minutes that he had to spend on hi...

It's Christmas Eve. I'm naked. Blindfolded. Facing the bed, the carpet springy under my toes. Warm breath plays across my ear, Oliver's body heat close behind as he whispers: “Ready for your final gift?” There's a catch to his voice and I shiver despite the room’s warmth. Bite my lip. Nod. In truth, I've no idea how he'll top the last 23 days. It's been a whirlwind of exploration. Boundaries pushed, then shattered. Every...

On Saturday morning, the house is quiet. Giorgio finishes his breakfast standing by the window. The view overlooks the nondescript street of the working-class neighborhood: comb-like parking spaces, half-withered trees, a still-lit streetlamp. He sips his coffee and glances at his daughter. Alessia had arrived the night before. She lives on her own now, but sometimes spends the weekend with her father. She's wearing dark...

Molly and Jackie, both twenty-eight, were in a long-term relationship, living together, and Molly was certainly hoping this was a forever relationship. However, Molly knew that she was often argumentative, to the extent that she was very worried that Jackie would break things off. She therefore decided to have a serious discussion with Jackie, making sure that Jackie understood that Molly saw her as the one in charge. Mol...

She was strapped to the spanking bench, although other actions could take place here. Her wrists and ankles fastened to the frame, with a thick belt around her middle to prevent any movement. The shape of the bench lifted her buttocks, ensuring all was accessible. The blindfold around her eyes preventing any light reaching her pupils. She knew what was coming would be painful, still, her pussy was dripping with anticipati...

By two p.m., the neighborhood was a grid of heat, the air thick with cut grass, sunscreen, and the smokey haze of barbecue. At the far end of the block, three houses down from Beth’s, the white ranch house with perfect black shutters presided over a rectangle of turquoise pool. The only relief was found in the intermittent shade cast by a row of maturing birches, leaves silvered by the sun. Even the bugs seemed too lethar...

Lisa and Tommy were getting ready for bed after the wedding celebrations, which they had both enjoyed, but knew they had enjoyed even more the seriously hard spanking Lisa had given Tommy before they had gone to the wedding hall, and the lovemaking, of course. Both were twenty-four years old and were husband and wife. Lisa also thought about Olivia, who looked such a beautiful bride in her white sleeveless wedding dress,...

The atmosphere in the gallery buzzed with a sense of freshness and anticipation, carrying a whisper of creativity unfolding. Track lighting lined the ceiling. Adjustable. Precise. Jim moved between Jen's paintings with ease, angling each beam to create pools of light and shadow that transformed flat canvas into living dimension. "Watch the angle here." Jim's voice carried across the chaotic space. A cluster of art student...

I am Julie, fifty-two. My daughter, Lorna, lives with me, and she is in her twenties. I am writing this about my bucket wish list. Whilst a bucket list, there is only one item on my list - I want Lorna to put me across her lap and spank my bottom. I have had the wish for a while, probably since Lorna was eighteen. I would often find myself gazing at Lorna, picturing myself across her lap, her hand spanking down on my bott...