Spanking

Author's Note: As is often the case with my stories, this one explores themes of non-consensuality and is therefore dark in tone. Please don’t read it if that will offend you. If you do read it, thank you and I’d be grateful for any comments you may have. Part 1 He’d been a naughty girl. At least that’s the judgement Miss Victoria had made and in this awful place, only her assessment and those of Miss Francesca, her elder sister, and Mistress Anna, her mother, counted. It hadn’t even been deliberate; Miles had been here too long to dare to be disobedient or misbehave on purpose. He knew where that road led and had no desire to explore the route further than he already had before he’d come to learn better. If Miss Victoria said he’d been a naughty girl that is what he’d been. There was nothing he could do or say to influence the decision so consequently he’d been sent to bed early which was where he was now, looking forward to what he fully expected would be a thoroughly uncomfortable night. ...

Author's Note: Hey everyone! Thank you for taking the time to read this story! It’s my first time writing something like this and I look forward to reading your feedback in the comments. I plan to continue working on and developing this story as time permits. Hope you enjoy the story! Part 1 The lipstick was cool to the touch as Amber gently applied the bright red color to her lips. Taking the greatest of care to not smear it, she popped the cap back on the stick and sat it on the vanity counter. A big smile spread across her face as she stared, more than satisfied, at the reflection in front of her. Long blonde hair glowed in the evening sun as it curled and cascaded down to her shoulders, framing her gentle face and crystal blue eyes. Bright red lips added a shock of color and seduction to her face. A thin white silk robe wrapped itself around her slender frame, teasing the suppleness of her chest and the nudity beneath. ...

Author's Note: This is my first story I am submitting for review, please let me know what you think. If people like it I may add more in the future. A knock at the door and a moment of hesitation, she opens the door knowing that this is her last act of freedom. When she opens the door a man in denim pants and a brilliant white shirt walks in the door, taking her face in his hand. With this simple gesture she asks “Master may I close the door?” To which she is promptly told “NO, you will accept my collar before all who wish to watch.” ...

Author's Note: This story was inspired by this picture So, what have we here? A cute little cowgirl. Come over here, cowgirl. Mistress wants to play. Mmm, you have such nice big tits. They’re going to be so fun to squeeze. And such lovely hair, too! I just want to stroke it all day long. Let’s go over here away from everyone else. Whoa, careful on those little hooves! I’d hate to see my pretty little cowgirl fall and hurt herself. ...

Author's Note: This story was the inspiration for a weekend birthday celebration. Many of the activities described actually occurred. It was definitely the scene of a lifetime. The write up is not as extreme as some, because all of the events did or could have happened. Chapter 1: Arrival and Capture Friday, 7:30 P.M. The hallway clock sounded the half hour, and Robert was irritated. Alex was an hour and a half late. He didn’t want anyone to spend more than the minimum time required on food and drink. The majority of the food was prepared and needed only to be warmed and put out. But if Alex didn’t arrive soon, the guests would beat him here, and dinner, scheduled for 7:00, would be delayed at least an hour and then socializing and play wouldn’t get started until 10 or later. The scenario of wasting play time was close to his definition of misery. ...

Author's Note: Please note, this is not the full story, merely the first chapter. I will be be publishing additional chapters if this is well-received. Three college students are vacationing at a friend’s mansion when a crew of slavers breaks in and forces them to submit, eventually turning them into slaves. Chapter 1 Megan struggled to make it to the end of the hallway while balancing the full breakfast tray. Not only had adding her captor’s desired amount of creamer brought the coffee’s level to the brim of the mug, the chain linking the leather cuffs on her ankles only allowed for about 18 inches of movement. It also would have been easier to hold the tray by the edges, but the chain binding her wrists was even shorter, forcing her to carry the whole thing palm-up in the middle. She stopped and took a few deep breaths through her nose, deciding it was better to take her time and step carefully rather than rush the process and risk spilling anything. The newly minted prisoner knew by now that just one stream of coffee over the side would result in a far worse spanking than mere tardiness. ...

Author's Note: Jalan Jalan is my 30-something wife, owner, lover, keyholder, and partner in all ways. I am her 40-something husband, pet, and often-chaste submissive. We maintain a 24/7 D/s relationship that works well within our marriage. This is my second (and I hope much-improved) story here. It had been a rough couple of weeks. Both Jalan and I have had some personal issues, as well as the general busyness of life. Yesterday, we both felt better, she had the day off, and we had a date and a helluva night. ...

Author's Note: This story contains bondage, some of it fairly explicit. However, there’s also a lot of story here. And much of the more erotic material comes somewhat later in the story. For example, chapter one doesn’t contain any sex or bondage… although there are hints of some of the things to come. Consider your self warned. This story is also fairly long… 21 chapters; and it is complete, but I will be submitting it a few chapters at a time. This will allow me to edit the chapters as I go… which, in addition to catching a few spelling/grammar errors, will allow me to recall which story codes are appropriate. I will include all the codes I can think of that I’m sure fit for the story as a whole, but may add others as I notice them. Some of these tags may be fairly minimal. For instance, in chapter one there’s a reference to incestual activity, but no actual scenes where incest occurs. Not sure if it occurs later in the story, I’ll have to wait until I edit to be sure. ...

Author's Note: Hey readers - this is my first non-fiction story, so you won’t find any futuristic tech or, of course, anything non-consensual. That said, I hope you’ll enjoy reading about this adventure even a fraction as much as I enjoyed actually doing it. -Beast5 This certificate good for one Kinky Treasure Hunt to be redeemed as soon as the bearer is ready. My wife found the Valentine’s Day card nestled between a dozen roses and some nice dark chocolates. She was probably expecting some kind of certificate. I’ve given her plenty in the past, but they’ve always been for things like back massages or nice dinners out. My certificates had never used the word ‘kinky’ before, and my wife was intrigued. ...

Author's Note: Please let me know what you think. You are lounging in your chair in front of the TV while I relax on the sofa reading a book, my feet resting on the ottoman. Every once in a while you glance over to see what I am doing. I am only wearing a collar (as instructed by my master) and a small apron. You smile indulgently at my forgetfulness. Earlier I was cooking dinner for us and I had forgotten to remove my apron afterwards. I look up at you, feeling your gaze on me, then look down at myself and my mouth forms an O. Your grin widens and your eyes grow more intense, waiting for me… I jump up quickly and remove my apron, stuttering my apologies. ...