Amy was eighteen and at boarding school. Tonight was the Halloween party but she was confined to her dormitory by the Headmistress for her misbehaviour earlier. However, Amy never did as she was told and, once the others had left, got dressed in a sparkly, sexy Halloween witches dress. Amy snuck out and then saw it. The pumpkin, the hook-ended cane resting on it, the Headmistress who Amy had such a crush on, and the notic...
On Friday, Salma and I paid a visit to an oasis and date palm plantation at the foot of the mountains. It’s so cool in the date plantation and there is a delightful smell. I had to go back to work on Saturday. Salma had to pack. On arrival at work, Zaineb came up to me smiling and took me to her office. Sitting down, I said, “It’s good that this chair has a thick cushion.” She wagged a finger, saying, “Naughty!” Zaineb lo...
We caught up with Mother early on Thursday afternoon. Salma and I were in our sitting room looking at one of the latest videos when she came in. Mother said, “Are you busy now? I’ve got some time free.” Salma and I looked at each other, nodded, and smiled; I took the lead and said, “Mother, Salma and I would very much like to talk to you if you are free, please.” Mother replied, “Yes, this is a good time. Father is out fo...
About two months later, Zaineb sent me a note through the secure internal correspondence requesting a meeting. With my new status as a junior officer, even if the content of the note had been knowledge within the office, it would not have mattered. We met in the office. All Zaineb said was, “I would like tomorrow for us to make a short official trip in my car. It will be at mid-day and we will be gone for about forty minu...
Chapter 11: Horsing Around with Daddy = "Get down! Hands and knees!" Startled by Daddy’s abruptness, I obeyed quickly, dropping onto the carpet, then lifting my head to gaze up at my master, who jerked my chain viciously, pulling my collar hard into my neck. "You’ve had a lot of fun with Mummy, haven’t you?" "Yes, Daddy." My voice felt guttural; the collar was half choking me, and I found speaking difficult. "Well, now it...
Chapter 1 Late teens, my recruitment, the ‘plan’ explained. I am caned for premarital sex. You may know me by the name of Faridah for this story. I grew up in one of the relatively recently wealthy Arabian Gulf States. My family was wealthy by any standard and ran three successful businesses. I was an intelligent and very spirited young woman. Fortunately, I understood how things were. My sister and I went to the best loc...
It was 1968 and although the so-called swinging sixties were in full swing, this was not the case in suburban Bournemouth. As a retired headmaster from a local mixed grammar school life progressed at an enjoyable if sedate pace. I lived in a semi-detached house on the outskirts of town, life in general was very good if routine. Tragedy struck my neighbours; they were a middle-class family with one daughter Sally—I guessed...
The day after the punishment session with Bill, I stayed overnight at his large house in London. He told me he had invited a group of twelve male friends of his over to his house, where I would be made available to them in his custom-built playroom. He informed me that I would be at their beck and call, for anything sexual they required of me, and to expect them to want to fuck me together, then later, rope me down on his...
Marie Quinn, aged forty-seven, was visiting a derelict abbey in the English countryside. She had visited it in the past and had rented a cottage in the area intending to visit picturesque villages and places of historic interest that she knew from years before. It was the sixth day of her one-week stay in the village so this was her last full day. To say that the week had not gone as Marie originally planned, would be a h...
Jack decided today was the day he would call at the house he had been monitoring. Jack was forty-two, and the road warden on one of six private roads totaling about a hundred houses. He usually collected the subs and hand-delivered any papers. He had been asked by the committee to monitor the comings and goings of this particular house because it was noted by the others in the road that whilst the lady who owned the house...
“Bend over,” Mitch said quietly. Joanne looked at him, wide-eyed, and obeyed. She bent at the waist, back flat, hands on her knees. He flipped her skirt over her hips and ran a hand down her bare bottom and thighs. She knew better than to wear panties, which pleased him. Nonetheless, it was time, Mitch thought, to make sure she remembered to whom she belonged. “Count for me, but do not break position. We’ll be out all day...
As forty-seven-year-old Marie Quinn wandered around the castle that she had not visited for several years, her mind was not on what she was seeing. Her mind was both going back over all the things that had happened since she entered the village pub on her first evening of staying in a holiday let cottage, and also going forward to what was likely to happen later that day and beyond. Since Marie's entry into the pub, she h...
Jake still hadn’t dressed by the time Jenny and Derek returned. He had meant to call her, but Anne rang. Her sultry voice seemed to wipe away his current cares. “Sleep well, did you?” she asked. “Yes, I was tired.” “Shagged out, hey?” Jake laughed. “And you?” “I slept well, with a little help from Ginny?” “Ginny?” She giggled. “My Lelo.” “Lelo?” Anne explained. “Oh, I see. Well, whatever floats your boat.” “I was thinking...
Chapter 4: The Redness = Eventually, the journey was over, and I heard the sound of gravel crunching under the tyres shortly before the car’s engine was turned off. I heard a door open and someone getting out, followed by a draught of fresh air as my door was opened and my seat belt released. Mummy spoke, "We’ve arrived; please swivel around and put your feet on the ground, and then I can help you up and guide you to your...
Forty-seven-year-old divorcee Marie Quinn had rented a holiday let in an English village for a week, and she had called into the local village pub on her first evening there. The pub was not very busy, and Marie was seated at a table on her own. A happy-looking couple entered the pub, they were probably in their sixties, and they were obviously locals as the bar staff and customers greeted them by their first names. Her n...
