I am writing this while I am using a stand-up desk.  The following story will explain why I am standing today and why I am being extra gentle when I sit down. I have to admit, having a Friday off of work as an adult makes me feel the same way I did when it was spring break as a high school student.  Instead of sleeping until noon and saying I am bored all day long, I get up at my normal time, leisurely enjoy my coffee, an...

This is not what Nikki was expecting but it shouldn’t really be a surprise. The loaf of banana bread in her hands, a little gift, seems naively inappropriate as the metal door clanks close behind her. The written directions wrapped around the apartment key had told her to silently walk into the middle of the atrium and wait. So, that is what she’s done. The space is well appointed if somewhat strange. Three imposing doors...

The weekend after me and Liz engage in the most intimate sex, I begin to prepare and shower because my girlfriend Elizabeth has promised me a spanking over her knee last week. She's going to wear the new hot black leather skirt again for me to serve her and be punished. As I get undressed about seven o clock, I begin to shower in the bathroom because Liz is going to arrive between eight and eight-thirty. I begin to think...

‘I think you should give Jasmine a taste of this.’ The ‘this’ was my cock, which Julia was stroking lovingly, preparatory to taking in her mouth. She was on her knees, straddling my legs. We were in bed, and it was around 8 o’clock in the morning, week six of the lockdown. We had settled into a routine; Jasmine’s behaviour had improved hugely since her mother had thrashed her backside so severely when she’d come home unex...

The very night Jasmine left I was cleaning away my tea things when I heard a knock on my kitchen door. Julia was wearing her full riding gear: tight riding breeches, white top demurely buttoned to the chin, red hair tied back in a severe ponytail (did I mention her hair? Glossy, a beautiful auburn red. I knew now, from experience, that it was her natural colour.) ‘Just had the most exhilarating ride on Bullet,’ she said....

It was Easter, and Jasmine, the nineteen-year-old daughter of the household, was home for the holidays. She had always been wilful, another word for spoilt. Partly, I thought because her father had left the family home years before and her mother didn’t know how to deal with her. I was ten years older than Jasmine and had known her since she started riding when she was five and I was a stable lad. Our upbringings had been...

I stood looking at the woman holding my hand. The woman who was now my wife. Her sleeveless elegant white dress accentuated her curves without lewdly showing them off. The plunging neckline of the dress didn’t reveal bare flesh. The neckline was covered by a delicate lace with two flowers entwined, a red rose and a dark pink gerbera daisy. The red and pink petals were the only non-white element of the dress. Her dress' he...

      The king and queen sat on their thrones and watched the last of the court exit the large wooden doors. The doors closed with a resounding boom that echoed through the throne room. Once the echos faded away, the king's shoulders sagged and his chin fell. “My queen,” the king said as he turned his head and looked into her eyes. “I am weary, I have taken the weight of the land upon my shoulders. I will ride out tomorro...

I was excited, Papi was taking me to a show in the city. I doubled checked that I packed what he wanted me to wear for the night, checking the list diligently. With one last look in the mirror, I was ready for him. My short black skirt and red button up blouse, just barely showing the outline of my nipples without any under garments on. The knock on my door meant he was there to pick me up, making my heart race as I answe...

Miss Winters bent the riding crop between her hands with a small smile. Not far short of a yard of braided leather its tapered end carried a head an inch square. One of a number made to her specifications, the instrument was intended not for horses, but for its role in Riding School discipline. Highly flexible, it carried a bite designed to bring a wayward girl sharply to heel. And one such was now awaiting its attentions...

The door opens. I can hear it, but the blackness surrounded me. I feel hands on me, guiding me; the spark of electricity tells me it is you. I stop and hear the door close and then hands carefully undress me, leaving me naked in the darkness. I can feel your eyes roaming over me. You pick me up, carrying me over to the bed and then lie me down. Kissing my head, you lift my arms over my head and with a kiss on each wrist,...