"Wake up, sunshine." It was the morning after I drove my niece home to my apartment from the airport. She was staying with me for the summer while she waited for her dorm room to be available. Julie was as smart as a whip, just seventeen, fresh out of high school, and eager to start a new stage of her academic career at university. A delightful young woman, Julie is very pretty: tall and slim with red hair cropped a bit a...

In the three weeks that had passed since her punishment first started, Reena was barely any closer to finishing than when she began. She stared down at the half-finished piece of paper in front of her, her fingers trembling as she held onto the pen. On the Proper User of Titles And Addresses: While present on academy grounds, students are required to obey all instructions issued to them by the faculty members of the schoo...

It was picture day at the St. Margaret’s Academy for Wayward Girls, and standing side by side next to each other in a row, the twenty or so girls of class of 2-3 waited patiently for their turn to begin. All were eighteen, and their slender bodies stood out in sharp contrast to the large white sheet that had been hung up behind them across the walls of the gymnasium. To any visitors who happened to be watching, the scene...

Despite the fearsome reputation that the St. Margaret’s Academy for Wayward Girls had gained for itself over the years, life at the school wasn’t always as bad as it seemed. Punishments were quite rare actually, and it was far from every day that a girl would be required to lower her panties to her knees. Out of the roughly one thousand students that attended, perhaps only about a dozen would end up being sent to the head...

The Next Day I woke up shaking with Anxiety as my day to be with Melissa outside the public realm had finally arrived. I had all sorts of thoughts about what could happen when I walk up to her door. The mere fact that I had no idea what to expect was the driving factor behind my nervousness. Up to then, I could work with the daily bus rides and how to handle her presence near me. Regardless, I had a lot to get done before...

I'd had a problem with my bank account and one of the rent payments to my landlady had failed. She had a fierce tongue if you stepped out of line, and she was very keen to get her rent paid on time. Before I got a tongue-lashing, I went down and told her what happened. My explanation of the problem seemed to satisfy her (as well as the replacement cheque), and she offered me a cup of tea, which I readily accepted. Her dau...

Mornings started early at the St. Margaret’s Academy for Wayward Girls, and an hour before the first light of the sun had even broken across the sky, the dormitories were already abuzz with activity. To any visitors who happened to be walking by, it would have been a most industrious sight to see. Hundreds of girls from all over the country, doing their best to rise early and prepare themselves for school. How incredulous...

When I was a sophomore in college, a fraternity brother of mine asked me to help with a project. He was a senior theater major and he had to direct a play as part of his degree. There was to be a series of one-act plays directed by all the graduating seniors over a period of five days. He has chosen me although I don't know why. He had never seen me on the stage to my knowledge. I had years of technical expertise but not...

I grew up in a remote Alaskan cabin not too far from Denali National Park. My old man was a surly, backwoods kind of guy that loved hiking, fishing, and chopping wood. I wasn’t born in Alaska. I was born in Las Vegas Nevada but my mother left my dad for his loan shark when I was eight and my dad lost his shit. So, we ended up in butt-fuck Alaska, living in a cabin far away from just about everyone and everything. From the...

So ended my initial seduction. Should I call it that? What else can I? I’d planned it to see if my man phobia was age-related. Well, it looked as though it might be. Even though I hadn’t fucked John (yet) or even given him a blow job (yet), I’d felt none of the panic attack symptoms that usually stalk me in the presence of men, especially when alone with men. I hoped, at our next meeting (can’t call it a date), I might ge...

“Are you sure?” I said to Ann. “Well, kind of. I mean, we’ve been dating for a few months. We’ve made out, you’ve let me touch your penis and I’ve let you slip your finger in my pussy. Don’t you think we should go all the way?” Ann responded. It was true, Ann and I had been dating and exploring each other's bodies, but we hadn’t crossed the line of full-blown sex yet. It was the perfect opportunity too. My parents had gon...