image via Bad Girls Need Good Spankings Appalling canteen food, but, worse than that, being stuck between a strap and an ottoman.
From the Sarah Saga Sarah came home to find Brian seated on the sofa, already in spanking position. “You think you’re clever do you?” he asked, hefting the copy book she had left for him. His half-smirk told her that, despite his words, he appreciated the humour in her essay. After all the … Continue reading Leading and Learning: Closer to the Edge
Which would be worse when waiting one's turn- to witness the damage inflcted directly, or to watch the cringing reaction?
Bearing the weight of one's transgressions can make waiting for punishment difficult. Bearing the weight of a nasty-looking strap in the meantime can't help either.
An instalment of the Sarah Saga The lower floor of The Club had filled nicely as Sarah and Tina had played, and Sarah soon lost herself in the sea of shiny black. Sarah smiled as she remembered the anxiety that had been involved in choosing her own outfit. She needn’t have worried; it would be … Continue reading Diving Deeper
“Lovely day, isn’t it?” Gail could only gape and try to avoid Henry’s eyes as he lowered himself down beside her on the flat rock overlooking the river. “Couldn’t ask for more sunshine this time of year; the break from the rain is much appreciated. Bit of a chill though.” … Continue reading Runaway
Sarah and Stephen’s story began here Why was roleplay with Stephen so difficult to take seriously? It had seemed like an excellent way to experience a punishment without things getting too personal. It had worked before, with Mark, why was it suddenly so difficult to get her mind into the game? Sarah looked up … Continue reading Intensive Coursework: Early Bedtime
I don’t know where this reputation I’ve gotten as a thief came from. Sure, I may relocate the occasional spanking implement, but where’s the harm in that? I mean, these things are always returned to the rightful owner. . .once they’ve had a chance to consider the error of their ways (or more precisely, as … Continue reading Robin Bottom
I used to think hand-holding was a loving, warm, coupley thing. I'm beginning to revise that assumption
Hello Sir- Thank you very much for volunteering to host me for my year of study abroad. I am very excited, and after speaking with you, my parents say we should get along very well, but also that you are very strict. I'm a little nervous about that bit. They say that they've given you … Continue reading The Exchange