Welts Stories

I had a chequered time as a teenager, partly because I suffered physical abuse from my father and mainly because my mother could not control me. My mother split up with my father, and by the time I was seventeen, I had made several court appearances for offences such as shoplifting and breaches of the peace, underage drinking, etc. Too many of my friends were ‘the wrong crowd,’ and I had become hardened. I was intelligent...

I had been wondering if my young wife, Cindy, had been cheating on me with my best friend when I was away on business. I had been very busy at work and away from home on business for two months. Sometimes she had switched off her mobile phone for a few hours at a time. There was a lack of enthusiasm from her on my return home. I paid the bill for her mobile phone, which was registered in my name. I asked my service provid...

Think back to those days in the immediate aftermath of WW2 and their attendant problems. Not the least of these was tuberculosis (TB). I was an age nineteen student nurse in training at a TB sanatorium in England. The sanatorium had been a stately home and had grown in size with the construction of temporary wards. They built these from specially insulated service barrack huts with gloss-painted walls and a false ceiling...

I’m flouncing around your living room in my gray oversized t-shirt and pink lace panties. I bend over to look at your records on the bottom shelf and feel my shirt slide up exposing my ass before I stand back up, smoothing my shirt back down. I smile at you as I walk to the couch to hand you my selection.  As we lock eyes you tell me, “I want you to take your shirt off, Beth.” My smile gradually spreads as I slowly lift m...