Each day in September, I will be posting a question about submission, along with two responses- the first written five years ago and the second from today. I welcome all who wish to join in this exercise to post your own answers in the comments, adjusting the question if necessary to suit your own roles … Continue reading 30 Days of Submission: Day 8
Sliding down bannisters used to be such fun.
Excuse me, sir, but down is the other way. Just trying to be helpful, sir.
Emma looked down at her newfound friend and finally began to relax a bit as she stroked the cat behind its ears. The cat had been the first to welcome her to the village. After getting used to the warm hospitality of Ireland, she was rather taken aback by the “spend your money then get … Continue reading Sun Holiday
Maggie watched Karen sleep contentedly in the bed on the other side of the room. Sher slept on her stomach, Maggie noted, but didn't seem otherwise bothered by the events of the evening. If anything she seemed more relaxed than she had in the last few weeks. As her roommate, Maggie had become accustomed to … Continue reading A Weekend with Uncle Jack
Sometimes trying to blend in with one's surroundings is neither safe nor comfortable.
Sarah waited at the end of the hall outside Greg's room. They always put him in the room at the end of the hall. How considerate, she thought, though she wondered if the consideration was more for him or his charges. The sounds of spanking had faded several minutes ago, clearly audible from the corridor … Continue reading The New Member of Staff
There is tenderness in her bottom, true, but also in his embrace. I adore the way he holds her- a physical expression that he loves her despite- or perhaps because of- whatever she's done to earn a sore behind.
In spanking stories- wehther real, fictional, or somewhere in between, I rarely find the spanking itself to be the most significant moment. It's a cricial part of the story, but it's the context- the before and after- that I find more poignant. If I had to pick a moment that I feel defines a story, … Continue reading The Transition
'I certainly hope there are no spiders in here,' Bree shuddered at the thought as she crept forward. Exploring the inside of the mound had seemed like an excellent adventure when she had been standing outside. Now however, crawling through the narrow passage with the screen of her phone providing the only light, she was … Continue reading The Guardian