College student Lia had ordered the pillory with paddle attached to make a spanking machine, connected it to a computer controlling the power and duration of the discipline, camera recording everything. Lia stripped naked, set the paddles power at maximum and duration at unlimited, then turned on the camera. Leaving the pillory propped open Lia put her hands and head into position to indulge her spanking fantasy. Lia crie...

There was an email in my box from a sender I was unfamiliar with. This piqued my curiosity because I have been very conscious of who I share my email with and where I use it, mainly because I don’t want to get a thousand spam emails trying to sell me pills for a bigger dick. The subject line simply read, “I understand that you are very good at what you do.” I opened the email, curious as to what the message contained. It...

"I think you are due for another maintenance spanking," "I think you're right, Daddy. I need it." He stepped behind me and pulled me close against him. His erection poked my backside and his hands slipped under my shirt and bra and grabbed my voluptuous tits. He pinched my hard nipples. He slowly stripped me, first my shorts, admiring my ass in my cute panties, then he pulled the panties down and I stepped out of them. Hi...

For my freshman year of college, I attended a very small and expensive private college. It’s one of those places steeped in Ivy League legends, complete with a who’s who list of alumni members. My father, his father, and several generations of men in our family had all attended. I considered myself lucky to have been there at all, if only for one year. My father had lost a great deal of money in a scam during my early tee...

Copyright 2020 Christopher D.B. My black high-heeled pumps made a hollow clonking sound on the worn marble treads as I made my way up the stairs with the ornate iron railing. While my shoes looked like leather, they were from a discount department store and the label inside the uppers said they were all manmade materials. That didn’t bother me because they fit well and were comfortable. The heels were three and a half inc...

They call me Mr. Kendrick. When I say "they" I'm of course referring to the students. I'm a principal at a small private school. The school is divided into elementary, middle, and high schools respectively. I'm in charge of the high school. I've gotten to know many students over the years, but one that always stands out in my mind is a girl by the name of Laura Spivey. Laura stands five foot seven with a slender, athletic...

One day in late September, I made one of my usual trips out to Maspeth to visit Nora at her house. I was surprised by her appearance when she opened the door. She was wearing a business outfit: a dark-gray suit with a tight skirt, dark nylon stockings, and high heels. I had seen those clothes before during her first visit to the college newspaper, The Salient. Her dark-blonde hair was pinned up on her head. Her most notic...

Clare stared hard into her bathroom mirror. Mark had punished her and the matter was closed, their remarkable relationship the positive benefit of her foolish mistake. But her outrageous attempt at career suicide ten days ago required special recognition. She'd pushed herself to reach her powerful position. Self-respect required she address her major lapse. Early in her career, she'd punished herself. Frustrated with weak...

Clare typed her address into Mark's sat-nav as he drove, his smooth Mercedes a quiet oasis for her thoughts. His tough tone and powerful strokes had driven her to a stream of incredible orgasms bent over his desk. She'd disrespected her well-earned formal punishment. Drenched in the afterglow, she'd welcomed his undeserved kindness. Eager to ride the storm of emotions he'd triggered in her, she'd invited him home for dinn...

Incongruous in his open-plan designer appointed penthouse, Mark's morning coffee mug rested on the dark oak dining table, FMI staring at him, blatant royal blue letters on his white china mug. He doubted many employees remembered the full company name. He'd been CEO of Fisher Malate Investments since he was twenty-five, earning tens of millions in salary, bonuses, and stock options. Reinvested by FMI, his massive investme...

When Father Mortimer checked into the hotel it was eight in the evening. The room was a basic no frills double with a small bathroom. He would never stay in such a hotel if he was attending one of his ecclesiastical conferences but for what he had planned it was just perfect. He got down on his knees and bent his balding aged head over a black gilt leaf Bible he had respectfully placed on the edge of the bed. “Blessed Lor...