The final patrons accepted their coats and the maître d’ closed and locked the doors. Three members of the serving staff remained, gathered around the podium. “Eric, you were late, you are docked two hours wages,” his tone, curt and forbidding of any argument. “Henry, your shirt looks grey, you have been told to ensure it is crisp and white. Tomorrow you will clean the grills for no pay.” With an abrupt nod of his head, t...

Author's Note: As it stands, this story is all alone in the world. No accompanying chapter two or three to latch onto its giving teat. No sequel to fuck into my hard drive. One day, I hope to continue this. Preferably before next year. For now, though, I've written this to work as both an opening chapter and as a stand-alone story. Mother Goose would be grim to see what I've made of her, a delicious pate for this fine sum...

I always looked forward to hearing from Jenny. Every few weeks, she sends me a text, an email, and an occasional phone call to let me know how much she is enjoying her college time. She even gives me credit for helping keep her head on straight anytime she starts to slack off. Last week, she called to let me know that she has some very challenging classes, and was not likely to make it home until the end of the quarter. S...

My knees tremble a little as I settle into place across the desk. I stretch my arms out, grasp the edge of the table and rest my head on them. I hear the cane swish through the air, a warmup for his arm. He flips my skirt up, baring my buttocks. The anticipation is wonderful. He manages to land the fourth stroke directly on the site of the third one. The pain is exquisite, but I'm damper with each stroke. After the sixth...

"I love your work." "Mmmmm." "You're the best writer I know." "Yessssss." "No one can top you, babe." "Oh God, don't stop." "I'm your biggest fan." "Feeling the stretch." "I read every one of your stories." "Confidence swelling out of proportion." "Always comment..." "So fucking close." "Then shove a big throbbing '1' up your vote-box." "Satiating my inner-critic." "Beg for it." "Stroke my bloated ego and screw me with a...

My wife, Kim, and I have been friends with Dawn and Steve for several years. They are a fun couple and we try to get together at least once a month. I thought we knew them fairly well, but our last get‑together showed a side of their marriage that we hadn't seen before. Dawn is an extremely attractive blond, vivacious, intelligent, and with a bubbling personality. Steve, on the other hand, is much more reserved and inclin...

The first time was a surprise. I wasn’t expecting anything to happen that night, I just wanted to get over my nerves. You see, I had fantasized about sucking a cock for a long time, but I had never had the guts to really pursue it. I went to a gay bar just to get over the anxiety of being in the situation. I figured that I would have a couple of beers, get an idea for the environment, and just reach a comfort level before...

I don't understand my wife. She's a housewife and seems to be proud of that fact. When we decided to have kids, she felt it would be in their best interests if she stayed home to raise them. I didn't have any problem with that and I think it's worked out great and the kids have benefitted greatly from having their mom available to nurture and supervise their upbringing. It's also been nice to have meals ready when I get h...

There was nothing in Celia's childhood that would explain why she became a submissive. Her parents were happily married, and she didn't come from a broken or abusive home. She was, occasionally, spanked for misbehaving but not excessively. But as she grew up and into her sexuality, she found that the idea of being disciplined intrigued her more and more. When her first serious boyfriend came along, the guy she lost her vi...

All day, at work, I've thought about this encounter. Nervous but excited. It's like when I know I'm in for a good session in bed. I knock on the door. She's there, dressed as any average teacher would be. She waves me through. "Right, six of the best will straighten you out. Get those panties down." I lower my knickers. "Now, bend over and touch your toes." I feel the breeze across my bare buttocks as I stretch down. Swis...

The part of this story that turns me on to this day is one that can only be fully embraced by knowing that before 2016, I was straight. I was straight, and tits, ass, and pussy were what filled my search feed on adult sites, at that time. I’ll keep this part short, so I’ll just quickly mention that I met a beautiful girl, Sofia, through work who I decided to ask out for a drink. She accepted and we were dating for three w...