Salvation Ch 2 The Governors
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I knocked on the door that was clearly marked: “Mrs Sheila Vero, Senior School Governor”.
‘Enter!’
I opened the door and stepped into her office. It was very much like the Headmistress’s study, with a desk, sofa and two armchairs, as well as a series of wooden cabinets.
‘Ah, Mrs Lonsdale. I’ve been waiting for you! Come in, come in! Sit!’
Mrs Vero pointed to an upright chair in front of her desk. I sat, with my hands in my lap, unsure what to expect.
She looked at me over the top of her glasses. She still looked every inch a school mistress, with her dark skirt falling just below the knee, her crisp blue and white striped blouse, and her sensible low-heeled black court shoes. Her grey hair was done up in a bun, and though she must have been over sixty, she looked considerably younger, and attractive in a severe way.
‘I spoke to Mrs Dickinson earlier this afternoon about your request. Very irregular! In these circumstances, I thought it best that I be added to your itinerary.’
I didn’t know what to say to that. What circumstances did she mean, exactly?
‘May I see the note that Mrs Dickinson wrote for you?’
Obediently, I handed it over.
I watched her reading it, her eyebrows rising as she absorbed the words which had led me to an afternoon of pain, humiliation and such an incredible range of feelings, that I still didn’t know what to think.
I would like to introduce Mrs Lonsdale, the new school Governor.
As part of her induction, Mrs Lonsdale, who is a psychologist, wishes to increase her knowledge of discipline at this school, particularly with regard to the ‘Walk of Shame’, and humiliation. You should know that Mrs Lonsdale is a firm believer in ‘experiential’ learning.
Whilst this is not an instruction to discipline Mrs Lonsdale, your fullest co-operation in this matter is requested in order to meet the requirements of this note. I encourage you to show imagination in deciding what, if any, punishments are merited. Under no account should you hold back in your duties because of Mrs Lonsdale’s status – she has expressed a desire to be held fully accountable for her actions, and I believe an example needs to be set.
Any discipline that is carried out should be recorded in the Punishment book as soon as possible, along with any demerit points awarded. I have explained the demerit system to Mrs Lonsdale, and she fully understands the penalty for incurring excess points. I am keen to ensure she learns an important lesson!
You should be aware that I found it necessary to punish Mrs Lonsdale myself today, for poor behaviour and tardiness. She has additionally earnt a detention for questioning my judgment.
Mrs Dickinson
Headmistress
‘Hmm. Well, from what I’ve heard, you’ve had an eventful afternoon, Mrs Lonsdale!’
I nodded ruefully, acknowledging her insight.
‘Yes, Mrs Vero, I think I can safely say that I’ve had an eventful afternoon.’
I could feel her looking at me. I knew I had bloodshot eyes, from all the crying I had been doing. I was probably a little more disheveled than I was used to. Not exactly what you’d expect from a professional school governor.
Looking at her, I thought Sheila Vero was the epitome of a strict grandmother. She was still very trim and exuded confidence and competence. At the meeting yesterday, I’d been afraid of her, thinking her a medieval old bat.
Now, as I sat looking at her stern features, I felt drawn to her power.
She picked up the letter and waved it at me.
‘You engineered this, Mrs Lonsdale, and the Headmistress is livid with you, for questioning her judgment.’
Sheila Vero’s eyes bored into mine.
‘Are you enjoying being punished?’
‘I, um – no, Mrs Vero, of course not!’
‘I’m not so sure about that. Show me your bottom, Mrs Lonsdale!’
I was startled.
‘What?’
‘I said, show me your bottom! I want to see what state it is in after your visits to the Headmistress, Miss Haworth, and the Head Girl. Don’t be shy – and be quick about it. Just take off your skirt and lower your knickers. It’s not exactly the first time today is it, Mrs Lonsdale?’
My face reddening, I stood and followed her instructions. I unzipped my skirt, folded it and placed in on her desk. Mrs Vero stood and stepped round her desk until she was behind me. I pushed my knickers down round my thighs, exposing my well-punished bottom to her.
Mrs Vero was quiet as she inspected me.
‘Well, Mrs Lonsdale, you seem to have achieved what you wanted. You have experienced almost the full range of punishment at this school. I believe you’ve also set a new record for the number of demerit points earned in a single day. More than anyone else in a month, in fact.’
Sheila Vero finished her inspection and stood in front of me.
‘Though, I understand that the punishment you earnt in detention has been postponed as your bottom is considered too sore?’
Mrs Vero’s expression clearly indicated how ridiculous she thought that was.
‘Is that correct, Mrs Lonsdale? Is your bottom really too sore, and too marked for any further punishment, hmmm?’
God – what was she asking? Surely, she wasn’t thinking…? I could feel a trembling starting up in my tummy again.
‘I – I don’t know, Mrs Vero.’
She glared at me.
‘I can see why Mrs Dickinson is so annoyed with you. You have been extremely manipulative.’
She paused.
‘What I’d like to do is have you stripped, and bent over my desk, Mrs Lonsdale. I’d have no hesitation in giving you the longest and hardest caning I could deliver! It is what you deserve – to be treated like an insubordinate, disobedient schoolgirl. I don’t care how hard you’ve already been punished.
Oh my God. I could feel my pussy literally flooding at these words. This old woman wanted to cane me and the thought was making me excited! She wanted me naked! As I thought that, I couldn’t help wonder what she looked like undressed…
‘Unfortunately, however much I would like to do that, I am no longer authorised to use the cane at this school.’
Oh! I should be relieved. Part of me absolutely dreaded being caned by this strict disciplinarian, but now she said that she couldn’t, I felt strangely disappointed! Did I want to be caned naked over the desk of this rigid old lady? What was I feeling?
‘What I can do, however, is make recommendations. And if anybody – student, or teacher – had turned up in my office as Headmistress with the number of demerit points you have, I would have had no hesitation in having you caned in front of the whole school. Indeed, it is the recommended course of action in the school rules for anyone accruing over forty points in any three-week period.’
She glowered.
‘You have earnt double that! Eighty demerit points in a single afternoon!’
I quailed in front of her.
‘For your manipulative behaviour, I am going to recommend a caning in front of the Board. Closed doors. That sort of thing is only ever recommended in special cases, but I think you are a special case Mrs Lonsdale, wouldn’t you agree? In need of a special punishment? And as the senior member of the Board, my recommendations are usually approved. I strongly suspect Mrs Dickinson will be making a similar recommendation after your behaviour today.’
‘What you say and do now, Mrs Lonsdale, is likely to have a strong bearing on my recommendations. As I say, I would dearly love to cane you myself, to teach you the lesson you so richly deserve. But unless you voluntarily removed the rest of your clothes, bent over my desk and asked me to cane you, I couldn’t do that!’
A long silence followed as I considered her words. Then, almost without thinking, I started to remove my remaining clothing. First, I took off my blouse, then my bra. I folded them neatly and placed them on a chair. Finally, I removed my shoes and rolled off my stockings until I stood in front of Mrs Vero, completely naked with my hands folded in front of me and my feet together. I looked down, passively. For some reason, I desperately wanted to submit to this woman.
I felt her eyes roaming over my nakedness, then;
‘I see. Are you going to bend over my desk as well?’
Taking a deep breath, I leaned over her desk, and took hold of the far edge in the exact position I’d been in that morning, when the Headmistress had caned me.
Mrs Vero walked round her desk until she was facing me. She leant down and looked into my compliant eyes.
‘I need to hear the words, Mrs Lonsdale. Tell me what it is you are asking for?’
Lying there naked, across her desk, I felt my submissiveness take over completely.
‘Please, Mrs Vero, will you cane me,’ I said quietly.
The light in Mrs Vero’s eyes shone wickedly, and she smiled broadly at me. ‘It will be my pleasure, Mrs Lonsdale. I will cane you, and keep caning you until I’ve had enough!’
She straightened, and I heard her walk to her cabinet. A door opened and, a few moments later, closed again. More footsteps, the sound of her shoes loud on the parquet floor, then quiet as she stepped onto the rug.
And then the swish of her chosen cane through the air, her practice strokes making me breathless with anticipation, my buttocks clenching with each swing.
I waited in trepidation for the first stroke on my bare bottom, my stomach in knots. I didn’t have to wait for long.
Thwack!
‘Eeeesh!’ Oh bloody hell! That was hard! The pain seared across my buttocks, my head snapping up as the sharp hiss escaped my gritted teeth.
Thwack!
‘Arghhh!’ The cane bit into my already abused bottom, damaged skin protesting at this new onslaught.
Thwack!
‘This is what you wanted, isn’t it, Mrs Lonsdale?’
Thwack!
She wasn’t wasting time, laying the strokes on in a steady rhythm, only a second or two between each one.
Thwack!
‘You wanted me to cane you, because it excites you…’
Thwack… Thwack… Thwack!
After the first twelve strokes, I felt Mrs Vero move behind me. Her hand stroked the red-hot ridges layered across my poor bottom.
‘Spread your legs, Mrs Lonsdale, I want to see your cunt. I want to see how excited you are!’
Ohhh – my God! What was she saying!
Obediently, I parted my legs, offering her a view of my hairy, and very wet pussy. My state of arousal would be so obvious.
Mrs Vero’s fingers caressed my buttocks. I felt her fingertips graze over my puckered hole. Closing my eyes, I gasped, then moaned, telling her everything she needed to know.
Her fingers withdrew, and peripherally I could see her take up a caning position once more.
Thwack! Everything was starting to feel hazy – I felt like I was walking through a cloud of cotton wool.
‘Anyone would think you were enjoying the pain, Mrs Lonsdale.’
Thwack! My buttocks were burning, but it was my pussy that felt like it was on fire…
‘Your cunt is a disgrace!’ Oh God, she had noticed! Of course she had…
Thwack!
‘Tell me this excites you, Mrs Lonsdale!’
Thwack!
‘Talk to me Mrs Lonsdale! Does this excite you?’
Thwack! Yes! Yes it excites me! Oh God, I couldn’t help it!
‘Y –Yes, Mrs Vero!’
‘I thought so! It’s obvious!’
Thwack!
‘Caning is a punishment, Mrs Lonsdale. It’s not supposed to be exciting.’
Thwack!
‘Not unless you are a certain type of person, Mrs Lonsdale.’
Thwack!
‘Still think there are no benefits to Corporal Punishment, Mrs Lonsdale?’
Thwack!
‘N – No, Mrs Vero!’
Thwack!
‘Do you know what you are, Sarah?’
‘N - No, Mrs Vero!’ Her sudden use of my first name threw me.
Thwack! Thwack! Thwack!
‘You are a slut!’
Thwack!
‘You are a slut, Mrs Lonsdale!’
Thwack!
‘Say it, Sarah!’
Thwack!
‘I can’t hear you…’
Thwack! Thwack! Thwack!
‘I - I’m a slut, Mrs Vero!’
She stopped. My bottom was on fire, but also numbed by the number of strokes. Through the incoherent haze in my head, I realised I was crying and quietly sobbing. I was also more wet than I’d ever been. Mrs Vero’s words made my pussy quiver every time she spoke. I felt her fingers caress my buttocks again. This time they ran down my crack, and I shuddered. I felt her fingers on my pussy lips…
‘You like the humiliation, don’t you, Mrs Lonsdale?’
I couldn’t deny it.
‘Y – Yes, Mrs Vero!’
She leaned over me.
‘You have saggy tits, Mrs Lonsdale, and a fat arse!’
I gasped
Thwack!
‘You don’t keep in shape do you, Sarah?’
Thwack!
‘N – No, Mrs Vero!’
‘You deserve to be caned, don’t you Mrs Lonsdale!’
Thwack!
‘Yes, Mrs Vero.’
Thwack!
‘Yes, Mrs Vero,’ she mimicked.
Thwack!
‘What kind of tits do you have, Mrs Lonsdale?’
Her tone was deliberately demeaning. I was getting more and more excited.
‘S - saggy tits, Mrs Vero.’
Thwack!
‘Yes, Mrs Lonsdale, big, saggy tits. And a fat arse, Mrs Lonsdale. Don’t forget that!’
‘No, Mrs Vero.’
Thwack!
‘Your arse needs punishment, doesn’t it, Mrs Lonsdale?’
Thwack!
Arghh! ‘Yes, Mrs Vero…!’
‘Your cunt is soaking wet, Mrs Lonsdale – did you know that?’
‘Y - Yes, Mrs Vero.’
‘Of course you did. It is a naughty cunt, Mrs Lonsdale.’
Her fingers were on my cunt now, stroking the lips. Oh my god – her fingers had found my clit!
‘Do you like me stroking your cunt, Mrs Lonsdale?’
Ohh… ‘Yes, Mrs Vero!’
Mrs Vero leaned over me, and whispered in my ear, ‘you are a slut, Sarah, a humiliation slut.’
She thrust two fingers right inside my cunt and my legs started to shake as I came instantly, screaming silently as my orgasm washing over me.
As the waves subsided, Mrs Vero’s fingers continued to slip noisily in and out of my sodden snatch.
‘Beg me,’ she said, ‘beg me to recommend a public caning in front of the whole school.’
I moaned, my next orgasm imminent.
‘Beg me, Mrs Lonsdale – I know you want it, you slut. You want the pain and the humiliation, don’t you? You want your naked, fat arse caned in front of everyone, I can see it in every pore of your being…’
My second orgasm pulsed through me and I started making animal noises as I came again.
When I looked up, Mrs Vero was standing in front of me on the opposite side of the desk. She leant over and offered two very sticky fingers to me. I opened my mouth and she pushed them inside so I could lick my cum from them.
‘I’m waiting, Mrs Lonsdale…’
Our eyes met.
‘Please, Mrs Vero – please, I beg you, please recommend that I be caned in front of the whole school!’ I quivered as I said the words, wondering how I’d ever found this woman irritating. Right now, I would agree to anything she said. In the last few minutes she had utterly and totally made me her bitch, and she knew it…
‘Tell me why, Sarah. Tell me why I should?’
‘B - Because I’m a naughty slut, Mrs Vero, and…’
‘And…?’
‘And – and I want to be humiliated…!’
Mrs Vero smiled at me. ‘You are, Mrs Lonsdale, and I know you do. Shall I keep caning you?’
She was standing behind me again.
‘Yes - yes please, Mrs Vero!’
Oh God – her fingers were on my arsehole, stroking…
‘Beg for them, Mrs Lonsdale…’ I felt a finger slide into my back passage – ohhhhh!
‘P - Please, Mrs Vero, please keep – keep caning me!’
‘How many?’
‘As – as many as you like!’
Her finger withdrew, and she moved back into position.
Thwack, Thwack, Thwack, Thwack, Thwack!
Thwack, Thwack, Thwack, Thwack, Thwack!
Ten strokes, all delivered to the same spot, hard and fast – and I came again, legs shaking.
I heard Mrs Vero moving away. I stayed bent over the desk, breathing heavily and totally drained. I don’t think I moved for several minutes.
Eventually, I heard Mrs Vero speak.
‘You may turn around now, and approach me. But I want you on your knees, slut!’
As I turned, I saw that Mrs Vero had moved to the armchair at the far side of her office. She had removed her own skirt and knickers, and was sat with her legs wide apart, and her pussy exposed.
‘Now it’s your turn to please me, slut. Crawl over here on your knees, Sarah.’
I crawled. I crawled submissively on my hands and knees and knelt between her legs, admiring her poise and confidence as she looked down at me.
Sheila Vero had not let herself go like I had. Her thighs were firm. She had on black stockings with a suspender belt that framed her gorgeous, mature, grey-haired pussy.
Before today, I’d never been with a woman. Never realised how erotic another woman’s pussy could look. Now I’d seen two in a matter of hours!
I wanted to make Sheila Vero cum.
I put my lips to her mound. She, like me, was sodden. I kissed her pussy and she groaned with pleasure. She reached down and pulled her lips apart, exposing her sticky hood with its hidden treasure. I started to lick her, up and down, seeking out her little bud with my tongue. She gasped, and It wasn’t long before she, too, was coming. And when she came, she bucked her hips in my face. She grabbed my hair and pulled me into her. She flooded my mouth as I reached for my own pussy, one quick touch setting me off, joining her in a panting, wild orgasm…
As we caught our breath, a devilish thought came into my mind, and I smiled to myself.
‘Slut!’ I said clearly.
She almost choked.
‘What did you say?’
‘I said, you’re a slut, Sheila, and a bitch!’
Her mouth opened in a big ‘O’. Then her eyes blazed and she slapped my face, hard.
‘You need to know your place! Get over my lap, trollop! At once!’
Shocked by the ferocity of the slap, I did so, and found myself being spanked over her knee with a hand like teak. I was sobbing again in seconds, and totally regretting my impulsive comments. I was being taught a lesson – one of many that day – that I would be hard-pressed to forget.
‘I think I should introduce you to my tawse!’ she said stonily, as she continued to spank me with her hand. ‘Get back over the desk and I’ll teach you not to push me!’
Without thinking, I quickly scrambled to my feet and obediently assumed the now-familiar position.
She rose from her chair and went to her desk. I heard her rummaging.
‘Your desire for punishment does not excuse your rudeness and bad language! I will beat it out of you!’
Sheila Vero didn’t waste any time. This time there were no delays, no pauses to think.
Thwap, thwap, thwap, thwap, thwap, thwap!
I yelled, taken aback by the ferocity of the blows.
‘Please – please, Mrs Vero – please stop, I beg you. I won’t do it again!’
Thwap, thwap, thwap, thwap, thwap, thwap!
‘You certainly won’t, Sarah, I will make sure of that!’
Thwap, thwap, thwap, thwap, thwap, thwap!
Thwap, thwap, thwap, thwap, thwap, thwap!
Breathless, she stopped.
‘Stand up and look at me!’
Not wanting to raise her ire any further, I swiftly stood. Standing in her shoes and stockings, her sexy pussy framed by her suspender belt, she looked like an angry Goddess. All I wanted to do was worship her.
‘You did that on purpose!’ she accused.
I nodded tearfully, ‘yes, Mrs Vero.’
‘Don’t do it again!’
Then, taking me by surprise, she stepped forward and kissed me forcefully on the lips. At the same time, she twisted and pinched one of my nipples hard. I gasped in pain.
‘I will see to it that you pay for that dearly…’ she breathed into my mouth, ‘in front of a full gathering of the Board of Governors.’
I made a sort of mewling sound as she pinched even harder.
‘As for being punished at a school assembly, I think that will ultimately be a decision for the Board. But I’m fairly sure Mrs Dickinson will take one look at your record today and recommend that it happens at the earliest opportunity. And I know where my vote will be going!’
I gulped. I couldn’t help it. Sheila laughed.
‘Get dressed - this meeting is over. I need to get home, slut.’
Whilst Sheila returned to her desk sans skirt and panties, I rapidly dressed and prepared to leave, my mind once again in turmoil.
‘By the way, Sarah, Mrs Dickinson asked me to tell you that she expects you in her office on Monday at 0900 – and not to be late this time. I wouldn’t be late if I were you, Sarah. Not unless you want to incur even more of her displeasure!’
She smiled at me.
‘You may even find yourself back in here – you wouldn’t want, would you?’ she said mischievously.
Sheila chortled as I gulped without replying.
‘Off you go, Mrs Lonsdale – until we meet again!’
As I left Mrs Vero’s office, my feet wending their way towards the school exit, I found myself reflecting. Was the Governor’s meeting really only last night? It wasn’t even twenty-four hours!
Was it possible to have a day like today? I’d been made to question everything I knew about myself. Not only had I allowed myself to be spanked and punished like a naughty schoolgirl, but I’d been thoroughly dominated and humiliated in the process. And I had adored it! I had rejoiced in it and begged for more. I had behaved like a complete slut, eagerly putting my head between the thighs of two very different women, and relishing the taste of their delicious pussies. I had abased myself, and never felt more alive - more free!
And I might yet find myself between the beautiful thighs of a third…
The thought of Miss Bates, the History teacher, had my heart beating faster. I very much wanted her. I wanted to bend over for her, so she could punish me with her cane. The feelings I had for her were different to the others. And I could feel a lump in my throat start to form…
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AffairMelissa Won't Let Go. By Tanya H. -3- MRS SINGH Another walk through the city as a female. At least this time I had company, somebody to prevent some lone male inadvertently making me their fantasy. Lora chattered inconsequentially about the weather and football and anything but my predicament. At least she slowed a bit so my little legs weren't too rubbery as we stopped in front of an independent bookshop I'd never seen before. "Here we are, we'll get you sorted inside." She...
The colonic was every bit as painful as ever, but this time it was almost unbearably humiliating as well. Mrs. Waxerman had thought she’d become immune to humiliation after having to allow her niece to shave her privates. Delilah had been closer to her groin than even her late husband had ever been. While not shaved bald, Mrs. Waxerman now sported a severely reduced carpet that ended above and was more of an invitation to her girl parts than a camouflage. There was no longer any hair on her...
It seemed to Mrs. Waxerman that Doctor Hooker knew exactly where he was going. He got on the freeway for a few miles then took an exit, made half a dozen turns and finally pulled into a strip mall dominated by a tattoo shop. Their whole trip had been taken with neither of them saying much, lost in their own thoughts. “Won’t you be jealous, sir?” Mrs. Waxerman asked as he shut his Cadillac off. This had been the overriding thought on her mind. Scripture had replayed over and over in her head....
Katie Jackson, the current reigning Mrs. Missouri, arrived at the Westgate Hotel and Casino in Las Vegas in her limousine that was supplied by Alan McConough. The wealthy businessman and potential partner of her husband had paid for her flight and hotel to be upgraded to first class. She saw the other contestants turn and stare as her limo pulled up while they exited an Uber or a taxi. She felt like a celebrity and loved every minute of it. Katie desperately wanted to win the title of Mrs....
Madam Snow opened the mini fridge in her office and extracted a bottle of liquor. She smiled, observing the familiar crystal clear bottle with it's thick orange lettering near the top spelling out the brand name. It featured thin, black, cursive *********** down the center describing its delicious contents. It was Absolut Mandrin, 80 proof; her favorite variant of the popular vodka. She only ever opened a bottle on special occasions like this. “This vodka is flavored. Mandarin Orange. I hope...
Chapter 1 Betty Haskell & her neighbour Olivia Walton were each sharing Eddie's cock & balls back & forth they went , Olivia was a full blown whore she & hubby John had 6 kids & two of her sons , were really dominant Both Ben & Jason always expected Olivia expected her to give them head whenever they expected & at least once or twice a week , she'd be dp'd fully in cunt & ass . Eddie though was something else , Betty was so lucky he wang was huge . As Mrs Walton got facefucked ,...
When we entered the dining salon, all conversation stopped. I had changed from my travel clothes earlier, but was still in black. Esther was in a peach colored evening gown. As I said before, she was ravishing. Martha and Hatty walked behind us in their evening gowns. It was plain that everyone wondered who this girl was with the Royal Executioner and the Guild Master for companions. Certainly most of the apprentices and the other Guild members had not met, or been introduced to Esther. None...
Thursday, July 28 to Thursday, September 1, 2005 Back at home, there was a great deal of catching up required. For example, Katie West had been laid low by her treatment, but had bounced back (that's what it was supposed to do), and now seemed fine. She wasn't fine, as the chemotherapy had only been a delaying action, but she looked better if you ignored that she was wearing a wig. Carson was also booked in for something similar soon. We'd talked to Ava every day while we'd been away,...
“Are the statements, that the Lord Executioner made, true?” the Village Chief demanded sternly. “Yes, Un ... Uncle,” the young man finally answered very quietly. “A week in the stocks,” the Village Chief pronounced, “and the same for those two friends of yours.” The Village Chief then turned to me to apologize. “I am sorry I doubted you, Lord Executioner. It would appear that I need to pay closer attention to what is going on with the workers in the fields.” “An excellent idea,” I replied,...
John Stefanovitch was appointed as Mrs. Tandy’s driver on his 25 th birthday. He took that as a good sign. He didn’t have any reason to think otherwise. The payment was more than generous and the work wasn’t hard. Most of the time he was doing small repairs on Mrs. Tandy’s old Bentley, and washing it. Two times a day, he had to take Mrs. Tandy’s nurse downtown for shopping. And that was all. The nurse’s name was Norma, a plump little creature with a permanent smile on her face. Norma talked...
John Stefanovitch was appointed as Mrs. Tandy’s driver on his 25 th birthday. He took that as a good sign. He didn’t have any reason to think otherwise. The payment was more than generous and the work wasn’t hard. Most of the time he was doing small repairs on Mrs. Tandy’s old Bentley, and washing it. Two times a day, he had to take Mrs. Tandy’s nurse downtown for shopping. And that was all. The nurse’s name was Norma, a plump little creature with a permanent smile on her face. Norma talked...
FetishDoctor Hooker was in the kitchen watching the back door. As soon as Mrs. Waxerman opened it, their eyes met. She was naked as he’d instructed. Leaving the door open, she began moving their purchase inside. Doctor Hooker did not offer to assist. Once everything was in, Mrs. Waxerman knelt at Doctor Hooker’s feet. “You’re still angry, aren’t you sir?” She asked quietly in her non-Waxerman voice. “Two weeks, at the very least,” he replied, laying a hand on his fiancées head. “I’ve spent my...
Wednesday, April 27, 2005 (Continued) It was well after my normal dinnertime and I was hungry, plus there were some excellent smells to encourage my hunger, so I was getting underfoot searching around in the kitchen for any surplus pieces of food when the Wests arrived. I suddenly realized that no one had told me the plan for tonight! I didn't even know if there was a plan for tonight. Tonight was IMPORTANT, and I was very uncomfortable with not knowing anything about anything. I...
Note: Damien, Miss Sullivan's boyfriend, was given his math teacher, Mrs. Corra, to be his sex slave. Thanks to b0b for beta reading this! Friday, September 6th, 2013 – Polly Corra – Tacoma, WA "Today's lesson is on Pythagorean theorem," I announced, writing on the whiteboard with a black, dry erase marker after the bell rang, starting First Period of Washington High School. "Who knows what..." My eyes widened, and I tried to stop the soft moan that escaped my lips. The vibrator in my...
Suzanne arrived at Mrs Jones house at 9.00 am. Mrs Jones was waiting for her to arrive. Dressed, packed and keys in hand, gave Suzanne a big hug. Then handed over the keys saying please enjoy your new, and my old, home. She has a few tears but was happy to leave. On the dining table was a package wrapped in brown paper. Mrs Jones requested Suzanne to hand the parcel to her good friend Helena. This is my thank you to Helena for her kindness and gift of the cruise. Mrs Jones said to Suzanne,...
Katherine Jackson stood behind the curtain with two other contestants as they waited to be ushered onstage. As she went through the Mrs. Missouri pageant; she thought about dropping out multiple times. It was an unforeseen financial strain but Fred was excited to have his sexy wife compete. He encouraged and supported her during the entire process. She wanted to win for him but enjoyed the attention that the pageant gave her but yet her mind reflected on the past few months. The fear and...
Jenny discreetly followed Mrs. Breckinridge for a few days. She went to the basketball court once, but Jenny didn’t follow her. We already knew what we wanted from there. Jenny noticed that she went to Anton’s Café around noon every other day for lunch. I did not have any classes this afternoon, so Jenny and I went downtown and staked out the Café. A little before noon Mrs. Breckinridge entered the Café and took her usual seat in a booth near the window. We waited until the waitress...
“What’s wrong? What’s wrong?”Anthea looked up at her mum as she sat down at the dining table. “Nothing is wrong,” Anthea responded watching as her mum hurriedly dried her hands with a tea towel.“Is the baby okay? Are you okay? Is Jack okay?” she asked as her husband came into the room and pulled up a seat at the table.“We’re all fine Mum,” she responded exasperated with her mum’s anxiety. “I have something to tell you.”“Sit down Helen,” her dad snapped. “Give the lass a chance to speak.”Anthea...
One day the man dined on the step, his wife standing by his side; down I went to peep up her clothes and heard him rowing. “Why the hell had she not got him beef instead of mutton; God damn her, why were there no potatoes!” That was his style. Angry words passed, the voices grew louder, I heard a loud smack and a strong oath, he had hit his wife and gone back into the work-shop. There was a great gabbling of female voices over the grating round Mrs. Smith. “I would not stand it,” said one....
Ruthie struggled with another issue during March. She realized something she really had not wanted to think about. Increasingly she was attracted to Jen. Whenever the two women were in the room together it was very hard for Ruthie to keep her eyes off her roommate. The two roommates continued their nightly ritual of "unwinding time" at the window. "Unwinding time" was a chance for Jen to relax and look across the Pacific Ocean towards her home in New Zealand. For Ruthie "unwinding...
She was Mrs. Adleson to me then, hell, I guess she still is. I think she goes by Margery to her friends. It’s been since I was a kid and I still think she’s hot. She’s probably in her mid to late forties now, but still very attractive. I don’t know how many times I’ve fantasized about her over the years but I’ve never let on. I’ve always been polite and courteous to her and I’m sure she will always think of me as that sweet little boy who used to drink lemonade with her and her husband on the...
VoyeurI can still remember the advice Mrs. Simpkins had given to me, three long years ago at the end of my first high school guidance session, "Well Jimmy, if all else fails you can always join the circus. I understand they're always looking for midgets." She had been Miss Boyle in those days, the dark haired daughter of a Fundamentalist Christian minister, and a recent graduate of some second rate bible college in rural Oklahoma. How she had ever convinced any school board, let alone Dade...
A really great thing happened, school was out for the summer and I was able to work more hours. I was given more responsibility and started making more money. But, my parents were not comfortable with me needing to use the car as much as I would to handle my new responsibilities. I needed to be independent of my parent's car. There were two brothers, college students who alternated shifts as projectionists. They owned a twenty year old car, a 1935 Chrysler coupe, a two door sedan. It had a...
Chapter Eight: Mrs. Fatima & Keily's Wicked Fun By mypenname3000 Copyright 2017 Deidre Reddings The Year's Divide gurgled beside me as the water flowed smoothly past. I walked upriver on the sandy beach, naked beneath the strange sky of Faerie. Here, a perpetual night met an everlasting day, abutting together like two poorly joined pieces of architecture, two buildings constructed with wildly differing ascetics and places that happened to share the same block. I bit my lip. Did...
BEGIN TEXT: OUR DESTINATION THE FIRST DAY was the Tuolumne Meadows campground in Yosemite, with a slight detour to have lunch at the farm with Mrs. D at her invitation. Persephone said it was an invitation but I heard "command." We left the city early enough so we wouldn't have to rush, Hebe at the wheel, Oscar the Mountain riding shotgun, and Persephone between Rick and me behind them... The low conversation between Oscar and Hebe in the front seats lulled me into a doze even before we...
It was Penn Fillis' last year at school. It was high summer, and he was keen to get back. He knew that his work was exceptional, and he thought he had a good chance of being accepted into university. The whole world was opening to him, his sister was proud of him, and his schoolmates impressed. His twin sister Dee had Penn's brains, but enjoyed life far too much to want to be a bookworm like he was. She was always up to some kind of mischief. She climbed the huge oak trees around town, she...
Wednesday, April 27, 2005 (Continued) "Very well. A few months ago Ava started measuring guys according to your system, which led her to discover Mark. The more she studied him, the more impressed and attracted she was. Soon she was hooked, which is hardly surprising, given what we've already told you about him. Unfortunately for Ava, there were two aspects of Mark that Ava thought you would disapprove of, so she didn't discuss him with you. She feared that you would tell her to forget...
Zeke came out, still in his pajama bottoms, his chest bare and tanned, young and taught, as Doctor Hooker was finishing his tea. His aunt was sitting across from Doctor Hooker with her back to the door Zeke came through. Zeke stopped in his tracks, doing a double take at the sight of his aunt, obviously naked, sitting up straight as she usually did, but apparently sitting on something. He could see the green leaves of something protruding between the cheeks of her ass. “Hi Doctor Hooker....
Jimmy did just as his sister asked. It never occurred to him to do it slowly. He just took the carrot, pushed it against his aunt’s ass and when he felt resistance, he pushed harder. The carrot didn’t disappear slowly into his aunt’s ass. It slid in really fast, but only because of how much force Jimmy put into it. Mrs. Waxerman grunted then yelped as he pushed it home. Delilah glanced at her aunt and saw her face scrunched up. Nine inches of carrot was a lot of anything to have jammed...
Mrs. Waxerman had never encountered this before. Her butt, definitely very sore from the stretching it’d received with the first penis she’d ever felt in it, had only been made to hurt even more when the second, larger penis had been forced in with only the lubricant from the first, plus the first man’s semen, to ease its way. Now, the two loads of semen wanted to escape. By the time Mrs. Waxerman had buttoned her blouse, her underwear was sticky with semen she’d been unable to contain in her...
Mrs. Collingsworth called on Thursday afternoon to confirm that she and "Tom' would come to view the space at 10 AM the next day. I told her to plan on staying for lunch. She responded that she didn't eat lunch. "Did she think I would forget such an important meeting?" I asked Wanda "She only called as an excuse to hear your voice." I spent the rest of the day making sure nothing would go wrong. In addition to reminding Tom Pierce and Ralph Shepard that the meeting was scheduled for...
“I don't like it” Ian muttered before taking a sip of his jet black coffee. “Don't like what?” Marco asked in between bites of his reheated chicken parmesan. The two sat in one of Athena Corp's many cafeterias. They were chatting over lunch, as they did most days. The talk of fellow co-workers buzzed around them. It was a cacophony of commiseration over the many drastic changes to the corporate hierarchy in recent weeks. “What do you think I'm talking about?!? The shakeup! The layoffs....
Once word got around that I was going to apply for admission to State, e-mails began appearing on the computer screen. Jane, Janet, Berry, and even Cory, wrote messages of encouragement, telling me to 'go for it' and that they were anxious to show me the ropes. Jane's message contained a postscript: 'It looks like my prediction about you and Claire is coming true.' I answered Jane's message, thanking her for motivating me to take my classes seriously. I wrote, "Because of you, I have...
When we got home MASTER took me to the dungeon and shackled me to the wall. "Now mom you've been such a good slut today I'm going to give you one of those easy whippings you love so much and then I'm going to fuck your cunt. Then your ass hole and then you are going to suck my cock before you go to bed." And he did exactly that. The whipping was nothing like he'd done before and I actually loved it. When he quite I wanted more but he refused. Then he drove himself into me from the...
I wasn’t spying on my next door neighbor. Or at least it didn’t start out that way. I was sitting on my bed one morning minding my own business. I spent most of the morning cleaning out the garage and making room for my car. It’s due back from the shop soon. I can’t drive it yet. I’m only fifteen and I don’t have my license. But it’s only going to be four days before the big day arrives. Today is Monday. My birthday is on Thursday. Dad has been helping me fix up my car. I’ve also gotten a...
Orville came to work early on Monday so he could run with us. For a big man, he was light on his feet and comfortable running at the pace I set for Josh. I could tell that Orville thought I was being too rough on Josh. "Cromwell is a football school. We only practice two hours per day but the other twenty-two hours we eat, sleep and dream about football. First and foremost, Cromwell is a military school. Josh is going to get more crap thrown at him during his first two weeks than you can...
Uther By Ellie Dauber (c) 2006 Introduction According to the legends of King Arthur, Merlin changed Uther Pendragon into a double for Duke Gorlois, so he could spend the night with Ygraine, the Duke's wife. Ygraine and Gorlois had three daughters: Elaine, Morgause, and Morgan le Faye. During their time together, Ygraine became pregnant with the child who was to become King Arthur. Uther's men killed Gorlois that same night. This is my TG (of course) version of what...
It was the longest shower of my life. Oh sure, in the past I'd used the shower to masturbate in, wasting time and water. Something about the warm jets of water soothing and arousing, but washing away my body hair? Doing so knowing that Mrs. Remington was waiting for me? Suffice to say I took my time. It was a strange feeling, watching all the little hairs from my legs and chest wash themselves away down the plughole. A tad melancholy and yet also a promise of happy times yet to come....
Mrs. Fatima Samara Water dripped off my body as I stretched my back, my large, dusky breasts thrusting before me. My toes flexed in the soft sand of the riverbank on the autumn side of the Year’s Divide. I smiled as Cassie, my teenage ally, swam the last few feet and reached the bank, crawling out on her knees. She breathed heavily, her red hair plastered to her face and shoulders, her round, underage breasts swaying. My futa-dick throbbed at the sight of her. I had a harem of teenage...