Spanking

Author's Note: This story is fiction and not real. It’s pretty dark, but it’s just fiction. Chapter 1: Susan It had started with his joking about her ass. She was shocked the first time he said it, he had called it big and sexy, so she supposed he mean’t it as a complement and she should be flattered.. She wasn’t. She had been embarrassed about the size of her ass since she had been a teen. It was bigger than normal. A black girl’s ass on a while girl’s body. It had gotten her a lot of attention that she didn’t want as she grew up and when she hit her twenties things got worse. Her body was fit but curvy…a lot of men liked it, but she hated even the mention of her ass size. ...

Author's Note: I am thrilled to have a new Mistress, who for me is a penthouse-story-class “no way that would ever happen” level of wonderful good chance. The story itself is fictional so as not to boringly recount an event, nor predictive, as we play by ear. That being said, it is an otherwise honest introduction to the characters and the fun we’re getting up to. It is just Chapter 1, the introduction. Suggestions for the flow of the story are welcome! If it fits, I’ll add it…and may well suffer the consequences in the near future. ...

Sigh, another boring trade luncheon to attend. I have to go to these things monthly and they vary from slightly informative to utterly boring. I made my way to the convention center for the luncheon and after getting direction from security, I went to the elevator to head up to the 3rd floor. As I waited in line, a voice spoke behind me “Are you going to the luncheon as well” said a sweet voice and when I turned around to see who was talking, I almost couldn’t speak. ...

Author's Note: This is the seconf story about Madeleine and Master John. It has been a while in the writing but it’s herte now, I hope you like it. Introduction David and Mellany had been together for four years and married for nearly two, but recently things had been going wrong. They had a long standing love of bondage, unfortunately they were both naturally submisive in nature. Before their marriage they had only experimented a few times with bondage games, but after they married the games became a regular part of their sex life. Initially they took turns at being tied, but as time past Mellany took less and less interest in tying her husband, things had recently reached the point were she had outright refused to play the Domme part of the relationship. This left David feeling letdown and he retaliated by in turn refusing to play the Master to Mellany’s sub. As a result their marriage was starting to fall apart. ...

Author's Note: Thanks to Bethany (Handcuffgirl) for her edits and suggestions. Photo Shoot Reminder Model: A. Jones Hair Color: Brunette Height: 5’ 7" Shoot Location: 2170 Broadway, Manhattan Date/Time: Tuesday, August 8th, 10:00AM Amber Jones strutted up to the address listed on her casting call card, right on time, as always. She was a professional. She knew that her big tits, long legs and firm ass weren’t the only things that made her successful in her line of work. She was prompt, prepared, and always followed the mantra: Make life easy for the photographer. ...

Author's Note: This story starts slowly. It’s for those of us who have time to savor bondage ideas and predicaments. The discriptions in the story are fictional, please don’t try them. Chapter 1 - Molly’s Plan Molly was a twenty six year old professional living in the Lincoln, Nebraska when we met last September. She graduated from Michigan State University with a degree in mechanical engineering a several years before and was now working for tool and die firm catering toward manufactures in the food service industry. I (Jack) work for the same firm as a machinist, fabricating parts from engineered designs, some of which she has supplied over time. She’s tall and slender for the average girl, standing five foot ten inches with slightly curly long red hair, sky blue eyes with a pretty face. I suspected her real beauty was hidden beneath the loose fitting clothing she always wore. The culmination of her drab outfits and the black horned rim glasses she wore always put guys off that might have otherwise sought her out. ...

Author's Note: This is my very first story. Please let me know if you liked and want me to post more. Chapter 1 (added: ) Nervous, excited, embarrassed, cheerful, horny; a turmoil of feelings, like thousands of butterflies in my stomach. I look in a large mirror in front of me and what I see is a 18 year old college student with a petite body, pale skin, blue eyes, a long blond hair tied in a ponytail and only wearing panties. ...

Author's Note: Little did he know it had all been arranged beforehand Mr.Wickenbottoms was naked and engaged in his most favorite activity augmented by purloined items which are destined to make his weekend a most memorable one.He is 24 and the only male instucter at the Tanning Academy. Which is an elite experimental private college for young women. Although exceptionally knowledgeable in his field he is somewhat lacking in social experience and one could say even reclusive, apprehensive and shy. Especially around the opposite sex. This did not go unnoticed and was in fact a major reason why he was chosen as an instructor at the Academy. He was handsome with dark, longish but well styled hair. Rather large black plastic frame glasses which gave him an awkward and one might even say nerdish appearance which clashed with his otherwise good looks. He was relatively slim but hardly athletic. Eschewing physical exercise and sport, his life was a sedentary one which likely contributed in giving him somewhat narrow shoulders and an almost inordinately plump and protuberant bottom. At the moment he was engaged in exercising the one “muscle” which did get a lot of his attention. ...

Ellie Brown was happy. She is 19, tall and athletic, long legs a firm round ass and perky,outthrusting boobies lickably luscious and as delectable as ripe melons. Her blonde hair is simply styled, falling shoulder length and parted on one side. She wearing strappy black sandles, a very short black skirt and a white sleeveless shirt partly unbuttoned. Her blonde framed face is very reminiscent of Michelle Phillips circa 1966. But she is also sad as well. Hearing about her poor Uncle Harry, her favorite uncle who had suffered a fatal heart attack a week ago at the much too early age of 53. Ellie had been visiting him st the time. She had been informed by her mother that she was requested to attend the reading of Uncle Harrys will later that day, in the city. ...

Author's Note: Mistress to the rich and shameless has her world turned upside down by a Lesbian street urchin. Once again I woke up screaming and in a cold sweat, the thin gown clinging to my pain ravaged body. And as before the nurse rushed in to sedate me and hold my hand until I calmed down. A tearful drama repeated several times so far. The needle pierced my arm and she held me tightly as I cry incoherently in her arms. “Oh Jessica” she would whisper as I cried silently in her hair, “Its ok I’m here baby.” ...