Pete couldn't imagine taking another spanking from her. The last one hurt so badly. Eventually, though, the thirst to be punished came back. He didn't know how to go about asking for another, but he didn't have to. The opportunity presented itself one lazy Saturday afternoon. As she often did, his neighbor was spending the afternoon sunbathing by her pool in the backyard. Pete knew this was his chance. Throwing his fears...

The message read simply: We need to talk. He blinked, his coat sleeve dangling a hand’s breadth off from his wrist. When had she written that? And why? The rest of the whiteboard was blank. They’d gone shopping for groceries the day before… … where she’d leaned into the curve of his neck, the heat of her breath making his hair stand on end… … and he’d wiped the list clean after they’d returned. She might have written it l...

Pete's neighbor was a hot single mom in her forties. Being the horny teenager he was, Pete took every opportunity he could to catch a glimpse of her. He thought he was being inconspicuous, but his clumsy attempts to steal some eye candy were quite obvious. While she noticed, she really didn't mind the attention. She admired his innocence and internally desired to give him what he wanted. As he grew into young adulthood, h...

Bertie sat waiting, even if he hadn’t known where he was. The room was spacious and gray, the carpet was gray (With a spiral pattern if one looked closely enough), and he sat in one of two gray armless chairs that faced a desk. He assumed it was an office, though he couldn’t tell whose office it was. Not his own, of course, as a restaurant manager he was lucky if he could fit two people seated comfortably. He couldn’t see...

Tim was regularly spanked by his former nanny Diane and had already received his first good over-the-knee spanking from her daughter, Emma, with her hand and the heavy hairbrush. After the spanking, they discussed it and agreed it wasn't just a one-time thing. It was something that Tim both wanted and needed, and he was happy to have broken the ice with Emma. Being disciplined by her felt so right, and he was looking forw...

Pete worked a boring, tedious job at a small engineering firm. The days were long, but Pete really didn't mind the monotony and simplicity. He was by far the youngest in the office and didn't really have anybody to relate to. His favorite part of the day was whenever his boss walked in and out of her office. She always wore those tight, knee-length pencil skirts with the tall heels and blouse. Sometimes, she'd add a blaze...

He could feel the ache in his corneas even after pressing his eyes shut. The glowing screen sat squarely before him, waiting. Judging him. He’d told himself that he wouldn’t go to bed until he’d put something down, justified the day somehow. That had been four hours ago. Folding his hands behind his head, his gaze drifted to the doorway at the periphery of his vision. The only other light in the apartment came from the be...

Tim has just recovered after another hard spanking from Diane, with Emma, watching. He sat in his room for almost an hour before his eyes cleared up from all the crying and his bottom stopped stinging so much. He also had enough time to masturbate and enjoy two fabulous orgasms. Going downstairs to the living room, he found Diane sitting and reading a magazine. Emma had gone to meet some friends, so it was just the two of...

Waking up naturally is a delicious thing. Waking up naturally in a cozy bed after a good fuck to the smell of fresh pancakes and a faint whiff of barbecue is pretty close to heaven. It felt as if we must have been asleep for at least ten hours, so I rolled over and reached for Conner. His side of the bed was empty, but still just as warm as the sheets beneath me. While I was still stretching, rubbing my eyes, and luxuriat...

The nearly inaudible click of her key in the front door was Bertie’s first indication that Rachel was home. He rolled over in bed to glance at the alarm clock on the table beside him – nearly 4 AM. That was late, even for Rachel, and as he listened he could hear her clomping around in the kitchen, even as she was trying to be silent, punctuating her noisiest moves with a loud “Shh!” and muted giggling. Bertie had been hop...

It had been weeks since Rachel’s last gig. It was the beginning of the summer season, and the university students who had packed the club to hear her spin tunes and sing every weekend since September had gone home. Her business was quiet, and she’d only recently started to search the want ads looking for something to pay the bills for the next handful of months. Bertie knew from experience that little was going to come fr...

The time had finally come for Pete to get another haircut. He'd been looking forward to his next appointment ever since his last meeting with his new hairdresser. She'd taken him in like her own son and had not only given him an amazing haircut, but she also gave him a well-deserved bare-bottom spanking. Excitedly, he booked his next appointment with her. He arrived at her place on time and walked up to her front door. Wi...

Pete, twenty years old, needed a haircut but was tired of the same old generic cut he got at the local barbershop. He searched online for an alternate option instead. He found a listing of personal ads for hair cutting services, and his eyes were drawn to one ad with a headline that said, "Haircuts Available for Good Boys," with a picture featuring a woman holding clippers. Her face was turned away from the camera, hidden...