Spanking

Author's Note: My first time sharing a story with the public although I have written a few stories for my wife when we can’t be together. I guess it is up to Claire to determine where things go from here. Enjoy! –Erik It’s early afternoon on Saturday when Claire’s phone chimes deep in her pocket. She smiles as she opens up Erik’s text message. It is a pleasant surprise that will keep her occupied with pleasing thoughts and warm sensations until she clocks out in a few hours for the end of her workweek. ...

He had agreed to her terms about four hours into their first date. She would make all decisions regarding their sexual relationship and he would cooperate completely, no compromise. Since then he had step-by-step become more and more the plaything she wanted him to be, beginning a monumental workout schedlue, eating only what she gave him and completing any task she desired. He stayed at her house and did any and all work required there - including cleaning, maintenance, and yard work. She had taken him to a clinical piercing facility several weeks into the agreement and had a thick metal ring installed up through the underside of his circumcised penis head, practically filling his urethra and remaining as a tangible weight from that day forward. ...

Chloe and Richard came from Seattle to Portland to attend a funeral for the father of a friend. They were staying in a large downtown hotel that (unbeknownst by them when they booked it) was hosting a comic-con. After the funeral they returned to their hotel and shared the elevator with a zombie, a robot and a young girl wearing harem pants, army boots, a blue feather bra and a shockingly bright orange wig. She also had on a holster with some kind of sci fi weapon in it. Chloe was wearing a simple black dress, pearls and low heeled shoes; Rich wore a black suit, white shirt and striped grey and maroon tie. The robot and zombie got off and just the couple and the girl remained for the rest of the trip. ...

Scott Wilson was startled by the doorbell. Fearing the worst, he got up out of his comfortable TV chair and rushed to the door to see who in the world would be visiting at 9PM on a Friday night - hopefully not the police. When he opened the door, he was surprised to see a very cute young Asian girl dressed properly in her high school uniform. Scott recognized her instantly as Yuki Tanaka, one of his daughter’s closest friends. ...

Author's Note: Due to the positive feedback from my first story, here is another one. Please let me know what you think. Part 1 - The Perfect Plan Mother: “This is enough Stefanie!! Where is the key?!” You may think: why is my mom so mad? Well, let me summarize, it’s all because of a specific collar, a very special one; a massive solid steel collar, 1.6"/4cm wide and 0.40"/1cm thick! There is a hidden hinge in the back and a padlock in the front which merges perfectly with the collar, making it seamless and looking like a permanent one. Since the first time I saw my mother wearing it I thought: How would it be the feeling of being stuck with such oppressive collar? The humiliation… the frustration… It made me dream… ...

Author's Note: I hope you enjoy this story as much as I have enjoyed writing it. It is quite long, seven parts in all; but as the character of Dian develops then so does her risk-taking, adventure and fascination with bondage. Chapter 1: All About Me Candy has hassled me for some time to commit this, my story, to paper; and now, as I will explain later, she has found the necessary motivation to make me. ...

Author's Note: I published this a few years ago on another site. I don’t recall where or if the site is still up. I hope that is OK. Chapter 1 “.. but you will spend the rest of your life as a plaything for me and my friends. Now open your mouth I need to…” CLICK “What was that?” Dickie Johnson’s head popped up off the pillow leaving his favorite fantasy behind. Had he just heard a noise? It sounded like a key in his apartment’s door’s lock. Dickie would have gotten up to investigate but he was tied down pretty good. His feet were locked in cuffs, and spread apart with a 24 inch bar. The bar itself was tied in a very tight complex knot to the base of his bed frame. It would take a lot of maneuvering to get into position to untie that knot. Once he did that he would have to get off the bed with the spreader bar still in place and find the key to the cuffs. He had mixed the lock’s key with a few dozen others and then spread keys all over the apartment. He had no idea where the right one was. ...

Author's Note: A bit of a departure from my usual subject matter and point of view. Hope you enjoy. Comments are always more than welcome. My name isJohnny and I’m a hot, tatted up, slim 6 foot tall, dark haired dude. A dirty horny white boy, sleazy rude with a big cock and a smooth , plump bubblebutt. I’m too scary for most of the local girls to handle but I drive the old rich guys crazy down at the gloryhole row at the adult bookstore. A couple geezers paid me plenty to worship my big cock and balls and to fuck one guy in his fat flabby ass. He screamed a lot but the old fucker loved it. Ha! After I turned 18 I dropped out of my dumbfuck highschool and winged out of Pittsburgh and off to Europe to join the French Foreign Legion. I had some innings with the local cops and I was one step ahead of a warrant which could put me on ice for a while. I heard the legion will give you a new identity when you get out and that’s really pretty cool! Before I could make it to Corsica I was partying on Ibiza where a rich british cougar picked me up while I was drunk and took me aboard her yacht. She was a busty old mama about 40 with medium length dark reddish hair, huge saggy jugs, thick thighs and a big ,opulent ass. She had me strip naked on deck. Then she tickled my fat dangling balls with her long fingernails and my big cock extended straight out. She laughed and wrapped her hand around my meat and said " Come with me Mr. Johnson! " I don’t know who Mr Johnson was but I followed my pulled pork down the corridor and into her quarters. It was a large ornate room with a big 4 corner post bed with a mirror above , on the ceiling. She sat down on the bed and examined my cock and balls. She squeezed my asscheeks and outlined her fingertips along some of my tatts. Spinning me around she pinched and squeezed my ass again and spread my asscheeks wide then she smacked my ass sharply and spun me back around. She was licking her glistening red lips. “Yes. You’re do nicely, very nicely indeed!” You’ve got quite a nice endowment, Johnny! Fat swingy balls, lots of dirty white boy tats and a squishy, plump ass!" Yes, I’m going to have some fun with you!" ...

Author's Note: In a female dominated world, a male is sentenced to hang after a week of punishments. Chapter 1 The women cheered as he was led from the court on all fours, leashed and naked, whipped as he went by his smiling captors eager to ensure his first punishment. The women stood to applaud the judge, now standing, in her black silk gown; the haughty woman’s nipples erect with the excitement of the day, she bowed smiling, still wearing the black silk cap with which she had heralded the death sentence. She was sticky with arousal and would masturbate long and hard as she reminisced on the look on the male’s face as sentence was passed, passed by her, indulgent in her supreme power over the male whom she knew would have gained a healthy erection on hearing her decide his fate. Whether involuntary or not ,the hapless male knew he would be made to be erect many times over the next week before his member would inevitably be taken as a trophy on the final day. As was her privilege in her position amongst the women who ruled her world, she would receive the first copy of justice being served upon the male, recorded throughout his Dispatchment Week, approved by her, then sold to the masses of eager women; the misery, humiliation and despatch of the male helping to boost the economy of this world of feminine superiority. ...

Author's Note: It’s my first story so please don’t hate. I’ve been writing the chapters during school hours (too bored in class) so they might have small mistakes. This is a F I C T I O N A L story with me and two of my sexy classmates (girls) that their names have been changed (you know , i don’t want someone to see) Chapter 1 It was my first day at school (1st year at university) and i was happy that i would see my friends and my new school. However , when i arrived at the school I wanted to piss really badly but I couldn’t know where the toilets were since it was my first day at that school. So i asked some guys sitting in a bench near the entrance and they told me which way to follow. I could tell something was wrong because the further i moved , the lower the sound of the other teenagers could be heard. I saw a building that had a sing writing ‘Toilets’, just above the entrance. The building was dirty and had several broken windows , the door was orange , and iron as it seemed. When i moved closer i saw on the door the symbol of women toilets. The guys at the bench had made me a joke. I figured out that since nobody was around , i could enter and quickly do my buisness but when i opened the door i froze in place. ...