Rachel squinted against the dim ring of lights surrounding the bathroom mirror. In front of and around her, the walls throbbed with the heavy beat of the music she’d left playing before she’d slipped in here to “freshen up”. The face that stared back at her was damp with sweat, her mascara dribbling in a line that threatened to lead to her upper lip. Her short shock of green hair lay flattened against her scalp. Not the c...

Middle age wasn't going very well for me. I'm already in my mid-fifties, my career stalled ten tears ago, hubby disappeared two years ago, and I know that, had I let myself, I'd have become one of those people who only venture forth to work, shop and nothing else. I'm a shop manager and meeting people every day is exhausting. I like them. Work them. Take their hard-earned cash from them and find it quite fulfilling...then...

The sky was clear, the sun shone, and Bertie was standing back in the apartment that he shared with his girlfriend. He rolled his neck as he stepped through the door – the heavy snow had forced him into staying at his mother’s house for the last two days, and her guest bed was far more rigid than the mattress he was used to. While he appreciated having a place close to work where he could stay, he was far happier getting...

Her name was Sophie, and she’d worked in the restaurant for as long as Bertie had been around. She’d worked as a table greeter and a waitress, and had even put in shifts cleaning dishes when the job had demanded it, working her way up the chain of command for the last ten years. Now, at twenty-seven, she was a fixture of the dining room, with her own regulars and even some smitten customers. Sometimes he wondered, in a di...

"So, is there anything special you'd like for your birthday?" she asked provocatively. Pete looked up at his wife, wanting so badly to admit the spanking fetish that he'd hidden for years. "I could really use a sexy massage and a blowjob," he said, avoiding the revelation of his real fantasy. Unbeknownst to him, she already knew all about his spanking fetish. She'd seen his internet history and wanted to give him what he...

I have a lady friend who lives rather too far away from me for our best enjoyment. Let us say her name is Jamila. We get together whenever we can. We have known each other for several years and early on I found that Jamila was receptive to the idea of being spanked and eventually caned with accompanying sexual activities! We began with a limited repertoire of fairly light over-the-knee or over-the-side-of-the-bed hand spa...

“Miss Vulnerability! it’s so good to see you,” said Index, the bespectacled, green-skinned host behind the front desk of the Moaning Mask Club. “You can call me Billie,” Billie reminded him. “Billie, of course. Will you be participating tonight?” “That’s what I’m here for.” “Usual offerings and preferences?” Index asked, hovering his pen over an open page of the guestbook. “I’m in a punishing mood,” Billie confessed, remo...

Emma, Penny and I tumbled out of the student union. Three first year girls all tipsy, chatting, laughing, and acting as if we did not have a care in the world. “Come on, let’s go to the Garage!” Penny exclaimed. Emma and I expressed surprise as Penny usually wanted to go back to hall after a night out and sleep with her boyfriend. “The Garage is sooooo tacky!” Emma cried before adding a comment about Penny surely wanting...

If Jenny Young thought that going to Further Education College after her O-levels would stop arguments about clothes, she was sadly mistaken. At sixteen, she considered herself quite the adult, and one September Saturday she had gone down to Carnaby Street to buy one of Mary Quant’s mini-skirts. The following Monday morning, she put it on prior to going to college. “You’re not going out wearing that!” was her stepmother’s...