I'm pretty sure I know what she's about to get- though I'm not certain if it would be considered a trick or a treat.
Liz was wary when she first saw the car. It was sleek and silver, the kind of expensive looking sports car that typically accompanied men with greying hair and mid-life crises, the only demographic with both the desire and disposable income to own such machines. It was a far cry from the vehicle in which … Continue reading Driving Lessons
I'm sure that strap is plenty hard too, but I'm more concerned with her position. I can't think of a single graceful way in or out for her. I'm not even sure I could manage it without breaking the window or giving myself a bloody nose. Or both. And that's before any real action starts.
Spanking really is a superpower. Whether as the spanker or the spankee, one has a certain power over one's partner. The power to help one see the error of their ways, or the power to help one share wisdom. The power to deepen affection by baring a part of one's soul (and a part of … Continue reading The Spanking Superpower Part 1: Discovery
No, not the cane- it's obvious what's going on there. I'm more curious about the mug. What is that for? Will she have to wait as he drinks, anxious to get the punishment over with but forced to contemplate the impending punishment until he sees fit to deal with her? Or is she trying to … Continue reading Where is She Going with That?
A continuation of Getting (it) with the Program Claire trudged up the stairs to her cube, yawning and relieved. It had been a long night in the lab. There were a lot more samples than she had originally assumed, she thought grudgingly, dreading the reaction of the analytical folks when all the little vials would be … Continue reading How Alarming!
Finally! Autumn has well and truly set in, and the hot-stickiness of summer has left for another year. I couldn't be happier. I hate the heat and love the cold. Well, most kinds of cold. . .
Kelsey wasn't sure if she was grateful for Danny's presence or not, but that did not stop her from squeezing his hand as tightly as she could as she watched the elevator display slowly count upwards. All too soon it reached 14. The doors opened and he lead her out without so much as a … Continue reading The Witness
She must be old enough to know that standing on chairs is not safe. Particularly when one is already about to be punished, this is just like begging for a demonstration of other, more stable ways to use chairs when under duress.
I am submissive, but I have no fear of making decisions. I quite like being in charge actually. Provided there are boundaries. And clear goals. I'd rather have to decide how to execute someone else's vision, than set the course, but that's a different topic. It's not so much the subservience that attracts me to … Continue reading Hierarchy