I can relate to this- mostly wince, with just a hint of smile.
That feeling when one thinks it's over, only to be confronted with another implement.
Linda leapt from the sofa at the sound of footsteps on the gravel path to the door, her paperback tumbling to the floor. Despite Sean’s attempts to persuade her to join the Kindle revolution, she preferred the feel of paper- and the fact that the non-electronic books were more likely to survive her lapses in … Continue reading Kidnapping Catastrophe
From the Sarah Saga, with thanks to Topcat599 Frank and Sarah's story began here *** “That was an amazing scene.” “What?” Sarah asked, genuinely confused. The night had barely begun and, here among newish friends, she’d yet to establish the sort of connection she needed before feeling comfortable submitting to a spanking or anything … Continue reading Strangers No More
From the Sarah Saga Sarah stood up, stretched, and smiled with relief as the bus finally pulled into the station- a euphemism if there ever was one. The station consisted of a quiet turnaround point, small carpark, and wholly inadequate shelter. Fortunately the threatening storm had held off, and Sarah was mostly dry as she … Continue reading Leading and Learning: In Unexpected Places
Lacey painfully peeled her elbows off of the vinyl tablecloth, wincing at the audible rip. This was, by far, the worst sort of tourist trap, the kind of place she had been hoping to avoid by opting for a walking holiday. Reading the brochure, she’d treated herself to visions of clambering over the highlands of … Continue reading Into the Forest
The below was written for the LSF F/M challenge- my first and likely only F/M story. No, I'm not about to switch, but as many of my regular readers there have strong preferences for F/M oriented stories, I felt I owed it to them to give it a try considering how much they have supported … Continue reading Into Discomfort (F/M)
Alice traced the words with her slender finger: chalk / cailc. The yellowing paper label felt smooth and frail beneath her touch, but worn and weakened, it still served its purpose. Poised levelly, lettered neatly above the tiny bin of friable coloured sticks, it still proclaimed truth. That was more than could be said for … Continue reading Witch’s Kitchen
With thanks to Carys and Topcat599 An instalment in the Sarah Saga “Breathe.” Sarah took a shuddering breath in response to the gentle prompt, shifting herself slightly as she tried to process the sensation. Her bottom throbbed with a much deeper burn than she had anticipated, and they had only just … Continue reading Discipline from Strangers
Might I recommend a change of implement? There's that one up by the headboard that looks rather neglected.