Tam had one of her closest friends, Grace, who was also twenty-four, sleeping over tonight. They were going together to a friend's party, then back to Tam's for the sleepover. The two girls had been friends for many years. However, Tam hadn't yet told Grace that she was now spanked again by her mum as her normal punishment. Grace had previously been spanked by her own mum, but not for about six years. Amber was out for a...

Tammy and Amber had got home after being out at work all day. Sandy, their mum who was forty-four, had been home for about a week, had spent the day working from home, and was going to be around for another week before going away on one of her long work tours. As Tammy and Amber got home, Sandy sat them down and said she needed to have a chat with them. Tammy and Amber both grimaced, because they thought their mum's one-s...

Life had changed so dramatically for Tammy, who was now twenty-four, and was now spanked regularly by both her mum, Sandy, who was forty-four, and, perhaps even more importantly, by Amber, her younger sister who was twenty. Tammy saw the tremendous improvement in herself over the previous discipline regime, which involved her mum giving very long, one-sided scoldings about her misbehaviour or disobedience. Tammy had been...

His footsteps echoed off the hallway floor. It was the warning I needed to get in position. He didn’t know it at the time, but there was a reason I wanted hardwood floors throughout the whole house. It was not just for aesthetics. Subs needed every advantage they could get, and sometimes, the sounds of their footfalls were all telling. I silently slipped off the bed, my bare feet padded lightly across the floor, and lower...

This event happened after Christmas in 2004. T came home early evening looking nervous. It was clear something was on her mind. It was Saturday and T had gone out into the City in the morning to do some shopping, or so she said! I thought about asking what was wrong but left it up to T to tell me when she was ready. It could be nothing but I knew something was not right. As teatime passed and the evening began, it became...

Fiona remained standing, looking down at the still blurred outline of Miss Brown, her hands on her head, pretty sure that her hair mound was now glistening with her sex juice, but hoping not. Miss Brown remained silent and made it look as though she was doing paperwork, but kept looking towards the still sobbing Fiona, and saw how turned-on she was. It was so telling, but better that she knew because then she would make s...

My plaything howls. A dewy droplet oozes from her bare pussy streaked with belt marks. She snarls, writhing on the bed, straining bonds holding her spread-eagle. I lash her again. "Promiscuous slut!" She arches. Wails. Slumps. Drips. Her fiery gaze locks with mine, chest heaving. "Yesss! Cast the devil from my cunt." Selected specifically from the congregation, I offered my neighbour penitence for her adulterous confessio...

Toy clicks "Submit" and catches her breath in her throat. The message is sent and now there is no turning back. Fortunately, she is often clever enough to be indirect and offer innuendo, most of the time, which can be otherwise explained plainly and provide comical relief if needed. She prides herself in giving answers that leave enough to question and can be taken a number of ways (much like she could). Clever Toy. She w...

Tim was in the pub with a girl from his office when his mobile went. He recognised the phone number and instantly knew it was Hannah.   She ordered, “Get your ass back home now or Abigail gets an email with a photo of the two of you, and do not kiss her goodbye.” Tim and Hannah were housemates, so living together and were friends, but each had their own bedroom. Tim looked around but could not see Hannah although knew she...

The scent of wet leather drifts to my nostrils as I clamp my teeth around his belt and wail, the searing heat from the stripe of wax on my exposed breast racing to every nerve ending that matters. I choke back the safe word behind the unforgiving loop that stretches around my head from the corners of my mouth. I'm a big girl, and asked for this; begged, even. I want to please him. Show him how much I trust his judgement t...

He'd totally understated his looks. All I can do in the entrance to the opulent hotel bar is steady myself, gawp and take a shaky breath. Tabby at work's been catfished enough times that I know men can be all Brad Pitt in the profile picture and Benicio Del Toro in person. But this guy? Off. The. Fucking. Charts. He's right where he said he'd be, when he said he'd be. Towards the far end of the curved bar with a tumbler o...

Looking at the clock on the nightstand, I see that I have about thirty minutes until the rehearsal. “I have to get to the rehearsal but I would much rather hold you!”  I whisper as I wrap my arms around her and hug her into me even tighter. “Do you mind if I shower off before I head back?”  she says as she stands up. I look at her standing there.  My body is wanting to grab her and finish what was started, but my mind has...

The nausea isn't as all-consuming as usual when I crawl in my underwear across the air-conditioned lock-up to lie gasping and perspiring at its edge. I must be acclimating to time jumps. Coherent thought's a luxury in these first few minutes so I simply wait for my breathing to steady and the shivering to kick in as the chequer plate metal floor absorbs whatever residual heat I possess. That way, at least I know I'm alive...