Spanking

Chrissie finally made the appointment, but after months of research she had decided she really wanted it more than anything. Just the thought made her tingle and make her panties moist. She had three more days to wait, the appointment was at 10pm. Chrissie closed her eyes and started masturbating under the covers, her fingers lightly touching her clit, she had a small orgasm enough to curb her appetite and she then fell asleep fingers still in her panties.

This story is a work of fiction. All characters are over the age of 18. I hope you enjoy it and any feedback is appreciated. ----------------------------------------------------------------- Cindy Gets Motivation -- Chapter 1 I moved into my condo about six months ago. It fits my needs perfectly. As I am now a single guy, I don't need much room, it is only a short walk to a beautiful park, and since it is a gated community there is little noise or strangers knocking at your door.

Friday lunchtime had come and gone, and Chloe was getting worried. She was already getting 15 lashes this evening, and she had completely failed to get Tim to take another look and watch her masturbate. God knows how many I will get for that, she thought. He had sat in the same desk Thursday and today but hadn't looked, which she found strange, as he had never sat there until Monday.

This Chapter like all the story has been edited by TRCIII, I would like to thank him for the hard work in making this story as good as it can be! Chloe sat at her desk. It was not long to home time on Wednesday, and she was looking forward to seeing Andy. She was not sure why he had made the last two days hard; the vibrating love egg had a lot to answer for.

It was early Tuesday Morning, and Chloe was in the office a good 50 minutes earlier than normal. Yesterday evening, Andy had given her a task, when she was given it she had no idea how to complete it. After a lot of thought last night she was ready. The task was to film herself completely naked in 3 public places. If she was caught or found out, she would be punished.

Emma looked shocked. Horrified, actually. Her mouth was moving, but not a sound came out. Chloe had just finished telling her best friend about Andy. It was a little more than ten weeks since that first day with Andy, and Emma was the first person to whom she had spilled all the details. Finally, Emma managed to form real words, and said, "Almost three months?" "Yes. It has been fabulous," Chloe replied.

The butt plug was uncomfortable, she had mastered walking and almost forgot that it was there, but driving was a totally different thing. Every time she pressed the clutch or brake, the movement of her legs forced the plug against the seat, and reminded her with sharp discomfort that it was there. Thankfully she was almost home, only two or three minutes away. Had Andy known this would happen when he told her to have it in when she got back to his place?

Hanging as she was, Chloe was beginning to ache, just a little, but she guessed it was all part of the process. This was all new to Chloe; this was the first time that Andy had brought her to his bedroom. She had been in here before, a few years ago with Max, Andy's son, and it was then that she stole his Spanking magazines when she was forming her sexual tastes.

"Hold still," he said, wrapping the second turn and pushing the working end through the back of the partially formed knot. "This is the part I've always had a little trouble with." Chloe complied, keeping as still as she could as James tucked the working end back through the front loop and then gently pulled until the knot was tight. Once it was formed, he slid the knot down, tightening the loop formed in the end.

I've always believed that people should use whatever talents they have to their fullest ability. Some guys are born athletes; some excel in business or the stock market. Me, I've always had an uncanny knack for reading women, or more specifically, spotting submissive women. There are more of them than you realize. In fact many women don't even fully realize their own desire to be used and abused by a dominant man.

Author's note: I'm glad people have enjoyed the first part of my story! As a recap, Allisa has come to Elswick to submit terms of trade to the Bishop, Sera, and has been soundly humiliated by the human. I hope the second part lives up to expectations. It's a little juicier than the first! * "Good girl," Sera said. There was the creak of wood and Allisa turned to look over, but a hand held her head in place.

Sitting at the kitchen table drinking my morning coffee and reading the paper, I didn't hear her soft footsteps until a moment before she wrapped her arms around me and nuzzled her lips into my neck. Ellen's arms snaked down my chest, over my stomach and down to my thighs. She bit down, causing me to wince slightly as the delicate strands of her long, light brown hair cascaded over my neck.

Her boss was infuriatingly pretentious, which was perhaps why she found herself becoming increasingly snarky in her dealings with him. Mr. Sinclair's office had a "lord of the manor" style, complete with a giant desk and antique telephone. She understood that he had taken over the firm after his uncle passed, but that was long enough ago that he could redecorate. However, there was a formality to him that fit his surroundings.

Ballet was the world for Nikolai Nikolayvich. He had studied at the prestigious Russian Imperial Ballet Academy in Moscow and had gone on to dance for several years with the Bolshoi. Although he had never achieved the status of a principal or soloist, he was well regarded as a member of the Corps de Ballet for his grace. Like many a dancer, his on-stage career had been cut short by stress fractures and tendinitis.

May 2013 The Snipe had been laid off from the yarn mill, and then he'd done a spell bouncing drunks at the "Illegal Beagle" before working for a bit for the verger at Buttermilk Purity Temple. "I think that I have something that more might fit your best interests" Dieterle said with a smile. She sipped her beer and cocked her head. "Isn't that what they used to tell us at the orphanage?

For the context of this story read, "Wife's Husband and Sister Dominated." My wife is Pam and my sister-in-law is Cindy To put this in perspective, I have left notes on my wife's vanity for years about things I would like her to do to me, but she always ignored them. She said she just did not think she could do those kinds of things. Pam was literally frigid for several years after we were married as a result of her upbringing.

Precious was lonely. It seemed like the whole world was on lock-down and she hadn't been fucked in weeks. She dreamed about her Daddy and remembered all the fun they'd had. She thought about the threesomes in her bedroom, the occasional groups and the amazing times they'd had at play parties. She thought about the kinky afternoons when they were alone and how happy she was to do his bidding. Precious is only 25, but she's been with Daddy for six incredible years.

Powerless Bratty Suspension -- 26.11.18 She woke up feeling light-headed and drowsy. It was dark, no wait, there was something fitting tightly around her head... She was blindfolded. She tried to move, but then she noticed that her hands were tied above her head. No wonder her wrists were so sore and numb, she was practically suspended from the floor. She could move her feet and rest her weight on the floor if she stood on her toes.

Day 3 Harry groggily opened his eyes to find himself alone in the bed. There was sunlight seeping through the gap in the curtains and he could hear the water running in the shower. He rubbed his eyes and heard the water stop and seconds later Diana came into the bedroom. She was still damp from the shower and her wet hair was pulled back behind her head by a bright red barrette.

He stared at me with those piercing eyes that everyone feared. They bore into you from the front of the lecture hall and there was no where to hide. Everyone feared it, yet why did I feel that tumbling in my belly. As he came closer I grew hotter, till I was sure my cheeks where flushing and he could see me tremble. It was a heady combination of fear and lust that consumed me whenever I saw him.

It was the thing she had for swoopy haired boys, Gwen decided, that made it so difficult for her to dislike Julian Swanson. And she really wanted to dislike him. Why? The reasons were many. His laziness, his money and the spoiled churlish attitude he wore with pride—fostered by his fawning mother— were at the top of the list. However if she were truly honest, Gwen would not pick any of those flaws as the thing that really bothered her about Julian.

An unorthodox experiment into sexual response concludes the trilogy. An hour later, showered and in a crisp clean uniform, Amy reported to Gooding's office. "I'm currently engaged in cutting edge psychosexual research, which could enhance the international profile of this clinic," he began, with customary self-importance. "Psychosexual?" she said warily, without a clue what this meant, but a shrewd idea of the likely implications. Gooding favoured her with his most winning smile.

She looked from the number 69 on the white front door back to the piece of paper in her hand and once more at the number before looking back down at the scribbled address on the paper once again. Breathing in deeply, tingling with nerves, she straightened down her black skirt and raised her hand to knock on the front door of the house. After waiting for half a minute the door opened, revealing a smartly dressed man.

If first impressions were anything indication the lime tree-lined drive through landscaped gardens to the Georgian house was a promising start. Even the name on the signboard, 'Welcome to the Fardo Clinic', oozed class. Not Hospital, Clinic - very exclusive, thought Amy Jones; gosh, she really hoped she got offered this nursing post. Inside her favourable assessment was confirmed: marble floors, oak panels; understatedly tasteful. The antithesis of the flashy footballers and soap stars who were among the establishment's best clients.

Author's note: This story's main element is humiliation, some elements of it borderline on slapstick. It is about a haughty prospective princess being dramatically humbled. It is pure fantasy. If you like this kind of thing please continue to read. Includes, Spanking, Oral Sex, BDSM, Analingus, and Humiliation. *** "The Palace" Priscilla Conwyn stepped halfway out of her ornate carriage. Her chauffeur the dignified Hamilton stood in front of her was flanked by two royal guards.

I was being called into the Principles office, and it wasn't even a school day for me. We were headed to an away game and I had stopped to pick up my spare phone from my locker. I kept a pay-as-you-go phone that my parents didn't know about, and when I picked it up it had a message from Principle Mason to come to his office immediately. The message was time stamped about the time I came into the school.

Hi folks, Zoe here. I recently submitted a story in Exhibitionist/Voyeur called the 'Long Term Nudity Project' right here on Lit and I haven't yet decided whether I will continue with it. However, the scenario has opened my eyes to other interesting possibilities that I would like to explore a little before I make my final decision on continuing with the ladies of the L.T.N.P. So for the time being, this is a short, standalone story depicting what the L.

Nick and Belle would usually discuss in advance what they would do together at their next meeting. These get together were always at a Boston area hotel where Nick would rent a room for their encounters. Nick almost always took the initiative in making suggestions about how their meetings would go. (He was, after all, the Dom and she was his submissive.) Very often, Nick would write a detailed role play for them to play out and send to her in advance.

Author's note: This is a true story. I'm writing it for my girlfriend's birthday who is into BDSM as much as I am. Enjoy. I met her on a warm day in the late fall of the pandemic. We were both masked but she drew me in for a hug anyway. It was our first date at an upscale local restaurant. I connected with her on a dating app, and though dating during CORONA is a masterclass in awkwardness, that night was smooth like her legs.

Like most self-employed people Becky was struggling as a hairdresser during lockdown. No clients meant no money, but the bills didn't seem to stop. She'd already resorted to cancelling every subscription she had and had even sold her TV on eBay. But she was still short of cash. At 26 years old and living the single life she had no one to help with the bills. Out of desperation she'd texted one of her clients to see if he needed a haircut and didn't mind breaking the lockdown rules to visit her.