The road gently curved to the right, a long ribbon of black-grey asphalt twisting through the big trees. Bored already--the thought of another visit to her Grandmother’s wasn’t a good one--she turned up the radio. It was a long drive. She rubbed herself on the outside of her jeans, teasing herself, to help with the boredom. The hood of a white car flashed by, most of the car hidden in the trees. She didn’t think about it,...

Part II Hand in hand, they walked through the airport, him leading of course. Her Master. Her Sir. She saw the slot machines, which always surprised her, and wondered which way her luck was going. What would good luck mean? What wicked things did he have planned? Ripples of nervousness and excitement pulsed through her body, and she could feel her thighs shaking as she walked. She already loved his touch--the feel of his...

“Wake up, sleepy head.” After very little sleep, Brenda woke up groggy. She pulled Karen closer, loving the feel of her warmth, and not wanting to wake up. They normally slept naked together, but this week they’d worn t-shirts and shorts to bed every night. Brenda slid her hand under Karen’s shirt, wanting to feel her skin and the weight of her lover’s breasts. Karen said, “Today’s the day. Wake up.” Suddenly Brenda remem...

Part TwoNote: This one will make a lot more sense if you read Part I first. Thursday night walking home, I considered asking Mandy if she wanted to watch me again. Since Monday night, she hadn’t said a word about watching the first time. She had texted to ask how my ass was. I wasn’t sure if I could even bring any of it up, but my cock was hard as hell and full of encouragement. The first thing I noticed when I came throu...

This late on a Monday night, the subway car rumbled along nearly empty. Trying to avoid the looks of the couple at the front of the car, I found a seat near the back. I slowly sat down, and even then it was too quick. Holy crap, it hurt. It had been real--not a dream. Despite telling myself that, everything still had a surreal feel to it. The lights in the subway car. The couple holding hands but not talking or looking at...

This story is a little different from my others (and not as Spanking/BSDM)--it’s written for a ‘friend’. And yes, if you’re that friend, you should be following the rules--naked and reading from your lovely knees. Be good. Be very good or else I’m afraid I’ll have to... The butterflies arrived halfway through dinner. She’d been nervous before that moment, but not unbearably so. She glanced up at him, across the table, as...

She woke up Saturday morning needing him, wanting him, her body aching for him. Her fingertips traced over the skin of her bottom; her ass was still a bit sore from her weekly spanking on Wednesday, and that had been the last day she’d been allowed to come. Of course, he had let her suck his cock, naked and on her knees, Thursday and Friday morning. Remembering the taste of him, the feel of his cock invading her pussy, an...

“Miss Johnson, would you please come into my office?” Tracie rolled her eyes, thinking What does he want now? It was fifteen minutes before five--her purse was out, her computer off, and her mind had already left the building. Her friends had a fun night planned--some good food, a few drinks, and of course a great deal of dancing. Mandy even had a 'cool' guy she wanted to introduce to her, in Mandy’s never ending quest to...

Part Two There I was, blindfolded and my wrists handcuffed to my ankles, on my knees on our coffee table. With my forehead against the wood and my red ass high in the air facing the door. And with my little sister running her fingers over the stripes on my ass. It was all my own doing--I had handcuffed myself on top of the coffee table, to please Hatch. “Why did he spank you? What with?” “Sis, please. Hand me the key.” Sh...

Part One Using the sleeve of my shirt, I wipe the sweat running down the side of my face. It’s a beautiful day--sunny and not too hot, at least not yet. I enjoy the feel and texture of the rich, moist dirt against the skin of my knees and under my bare feet. I look around, proud of all my work in the garden starting to show its reward. “What’s this?” I turn to see Hatch standing at the back door, a little yellow Post-it i...

The next week, after paying for a movie I would never remember—although there was a nude scene in which Myra leaned over and whispered in my ear that she’d like to see my big cock fucking the actress--there I was again, nude, cock hard, my hands tightly gripping the sink, determined that I wouldn’t let go this time.While I stood there watching, Myra and Nicki took a bubble bath in their big tub. It took a long time, and I...

It was a horribly long week. Nearly as long as the week I was in jail. And she made it longer. And worse. She called me about every other day, and asked me if I had been good. And surprisingly, I had, even though my cock was hard for most of my waking hours. Some of the sleeping ones, too. I could not get the feeling of her hand on my cock out of my head. She’d call and tell me to take it out of my pants and make it hard...

To start with, she was my waitress at a Sushi restaurant. I had taken a date there, naturally, and not paid her--my waitress--that much attention. But for whatever reason, she kept popping into my mind, time after time. So I took a different girl there, trying to impress her with the hot chicks I dated. She wasn’t my waitress this time, but I made a point of saying hello to her, on the way to the restroom. I don’t think s...

First, The Rule:If you are female and single/alone, you should of course remove all of your clothes (yes, socks too, I'm afraid). And no orgasms until then end, at which point you will have two--no more or no less.If you are something other than female and single/along, please enjoy:AnythingAnything—such a simple little word. Dangerous damn little word. I never realized how dangerous, but crap I'm starting to now. My hear...

Sidney’s little sister, Christie, had been staying with us for two weeks, and it was beginning to annoy me. Just graduated from college, Christie had been diligently searching for a job, but the economy wasn’t doing her any favors. And to be fair, it was actually Sidney that was annoying me. You see, if she doesn’t get her weekly spanking—a very hard spanking--she becomes a real brat. A very annoying brat. That morning, I...