Her clit throbbing and desperate, she waited, naked and kneeling next to him.  The long, wicked paddle and a pair of dice—one red and one white—waited for her, on the coffee table.  The thick, black collar sat snugly around her neck, a constant reminder that she’d given herself to him, utterly and completely.  She was owned.  His to do with as he pleased.  The little padlock wasn’t even necessary; she loved the collar and...

Her heart pounding in her chest, Sarah pulled the glass door open and walked into the lobby.  She nodded at Joe, the sweet, gray-haired security guard.  He said a cheery good afternoon to her with a big smile.  Feeling herself blush, she mumbled back, “Good afternoon.”The elevator took forever, of course, and she worried about Joe wandering over and talking to her.  Fortunately, he ignored her just like she ignored him un...

My hands gripped the bathroom counter like my life depended on it, my very sore ass pressed into the sharp edge of that same counter, which hurt.  I’d just taken a bunch with the ‘Wicked One’, Hatch’s thick leather belt.  I’d deserved it, I’d been bad, gotten another speeding ticket, and Hatch hadn’t been happy about it. I was due for another spanking with the Wicked One after dinner.  Hatch had sent me and my dear friend...

Sitting at her desk, the neat pile on the corner much too big, Hayley absently slipped another sweet into her mouth.  That was going to get her in trouble, she was already over her daily limit (a new rule), but part of her was craving a good, hard spanking.  Hell, it had been twenty eight days, she was craving everything.  At times she felt like she’d gotten used to the crazy, towering, gut-twisting need.  At other times,...

Still blindfolded, still bent over and bound to the leather chair, Hayley waited for him.  The taste of his come was still there, still strong, on her tongue and in the back of her throat.  She savored it, just as she did the wet feel of his come in her tender asshole.  The cheeks of her bottom were sore, both from his hand and her wicked, wooden hairbrush.  Her nipples were so damn tender she could feel the air move when...

Bent over the chair, Hayley waited for him, her heart beating like a hummingbird’s. She lifted up on her toes, arched her back and pushed her ass out, hoping to please him as he sat on the couch, directly behind her. She hoped he was enjoying the view. The plug was still there, big and rude inside her—could he see the bright blue tip? Her ass wanted his attention, all of her did, even while it scared her. Being bent over...

Why hadn’t she put her little purse back in her handbag?  Hayley was so angry with herself, so angry with everything, she wanted to scream.  He’d planned the perfect weekend, she was so looking forward to it, and she was screwing it up.  She had taken her little clutch out of her handbag to pay for the lunch delivery, and why had she not put it back?  To make matters so much worse, she hadn’t realized it until she’d gotte...

Holding hands, they left the Center for Performing Arts, and walked towards the subway station. It was snowing lightly, the night crisp and sharp, and Hayley felt giddy, like she wanted to skip, and couldn’t stop smiling. They had just seen the Nutcracker, always a dream of hers, and it was a Saturday night in New York during Christmas! At the stoplight, still holding hands, she pulled him close and kissed him.  That earn...

Hayley daydreamed as she stared at her computer screen, wondering if the day would ever end, if even lunchtime would ever arrive. Bored, she sipped her tea, then ate a sweet. She was still chewing on the sweet when she heard his voice. It was like stepping barefoot onto fresh snow; all of her senses were instantly alive, like a police siren flashing behind you. She could hear him through the open door to her office, talki...

She said, “You clearly need more discipline. Get your clothes off and get into the living room. Now. I so should’ve spanked you last night.” Half sitting upright and still tangled up in my sheets, I stared at her, my mouth hanging open. My mind was thinking Just say no and run away, but something much deeper inside my heart couldn’t resist her, couldn’t stand that I’d angered her, that I’d disappointed her. She turned and...

I stood at the sink, washing dishes, the anger rolling through me in waves so harsh my gums itched. My new roommate was a slob, worse than that, she was a freshman. I’d expected someone young and lost, someone that would need my guidance and knowledge, and yes, someone that would at least have the common human decency to clean up after herself. Essentially what I’d been three years ago when I was a freshman, lost and wide...

She sat on the couch, her hands trembling, staring at her purse. Her purse held a little bomb, the clock ticking down. Escape seemed unlikely.  Looking quickly at her watch, she hoped with all her heart he would be late. Please please please... That might save her for a bit. They had dinner plans with several friends, and if he got home too late, the bomb wouldn’t go off until after dinner. And then, if dinner ran late, m...

Exiting the highway and dropping down into the trees, she thought of Little Red Riding Hood and smiled. The anticipation throbbed wickedly inside her. Turning right, onto the two-lane, she passed the new gas station. Her tongue flicked across her lips; she was once again headed towards her Grandmother’s house. A naughty Little Red Riding Hood, wanting the big, bad wolf to find her. She was even wearing a red blouse. The r...