Fiona had been at the Home longer than most other girls- probably longer than all of the other girls, though she made an effort not to keep track. She had Awoken unusually early, barely past her teens. Her journey into submission had been swift and hard and wonderful, and by the time she was twenty-three, … Continue reading Chosen
Category: Kia’s Stories
In the Beginning
In the beginning there was darkness. Then a voice, clear, calm, and carefully controlled in its masculine authority said, “Let there be light.” And there was light, as if mustered into existence by the sheer power of his words, but actually due in large part to an antiquated but still functional voice recognition system. … Continue reading In the Beginning
Pervertable Shopping
The shop was a godsend, no doubt about it. Well, maybe the “shop” part wasn't quite accurate; the establishment was hardly some cute little mom and pop crafty place, it very much resembled the warehouse for which it was named. Either way, it had what she needed. Everything she needed. For quite possibly forever. Tina … Continue reading Pervertable Shopping
The Scarlet Letter
Paula could see it from the far end of the corridor. She was too far away to be sure just by observation that it was in her pigeonhole, but she had been told to expect its arrival. It could be someone else again, like the false alarm two days ago when Carly Simmons had sprinted … Continue reading The Scarlet Letter
Dormant Defiance
Katie’s footsteps echoed down the empty corridor as she approached Mr. Spencer’s room. Aside from the few stray pencils and scraps of paper that seemed to accumulate every day the wing was deserted. Thank goodness, she thought. It was silly, she tried to convince herself, her whole history class had heard him order her to … Continue reading Dormant Defiance
A Simple Slippering
“Gyugh!” Kirstin shrieked, headless of the late night hour and the reverberating echo that followed her outburst as she instinctively squished the spider under the sole of her slipper. She stood, panting in recovery, for a moment before collecting a bit of tissue to address the small mess she had created. Kristen, in by and … Continue reading A Simple Slippering
Checking In
Amy saw the foam-headed foe immediately upon emerging from the ladies room. It sat beside her jacket, staring her down as no inanimate object should be able to do. Amy didn’t bother to suppress her groan at the offering. She wasn't one to turn down a pint, and more than happy to return the favour, … Continue reading Checking In
Spanking Detention
She shouldn’t even have been assigned the stupid detention anyway, Beth fumed. She and Mr. Jenkins were usually on the best of terms. She had idolised her history teacher from the first day of classes and had always done her best work for his class. She had never had trouble getting along with him before, … Continue reading Spanking Detention
Dropseat
Julie examined herself in the mirror and expressed her ire as best she could. It didn’t work, and almost sent her into a fit of giggles. No one could possibly look serious or indignant in these things, which was probably precisely the point. Damn him, she thought, stamping her foot in anger, a gesture that … Continue reading Dropseat
Birthday Spanking
Carly hated birthdays. There was nothing special about birthdays, if anything it was just a milestone in the relentless race against time. A race that she, and everyone else, was inevitably losing. Sure, birthdays were fun when she was little- when getting older felt like conquering the years. The parties were always carefully organised by … Continue reading Birthday Spanking
Acknowledging Imperfection 