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Miss-Spelled (Part 9) Becca and Kayleigh had called round the following evening to get the gossip on the date. They'd been shocked to see the painters in the stairwell covering up the horrible graffiti. They hadn't seen the image on the front door. I'd been out earlier to buy some thick undercoat paint and cover it up myself. The image that had been painted on there had freaked me out too much, I couldn't wait for the painters to get to it. Way more than the "SOPHIE IS A WHORE" slogan. "No prizes for guessing who did that," spat Kayleigh. I told them about the Ultio Ultionis mask that had been painted on the door. "But you destroyed it didn't you Sophie? How can it be still haunting you?" asked Becca. "I don't know, maybe it isn't. I can only think that Richie knew he was being influenced by it and he's using that to try and freak me out," I said. "Well they must have caught him on the CCTV surely," stated Kayleigh. "Nope. He had a hood up and a bandanna covering his face." They can't get a positive ID. We changed the subject and talked about my date with Jack, which is what they came over to talk about. Weeks passed. The landlord of the flats had beefed up security, installing a sensor by the door that beeped every time someone walked past it so that nobody could sneak in the way Richie had. Kayleigh and Danny were getting serious, as were Stephen and Debbie. Jack and I were still taking things slow, but I think I was falling in love with him. I hadn't dared say anything though. I was still handling him with kid gloves due to the whole calling-me-Laura thing. I hadn't seen or heard anything of Richie. Neither had anyone else for that matter. He hadn't been to his home and his work hadn't seen him since the carnival. Maybe he'd left town. My self defence classes were going well. The instructor had moved me from the beginners group to experienced. I was still a long way from the "Fucking Hard Core" group though. It was Wednesday evening, I was just putting the finishing touches to Jessica's Giselle from Enchanted dress, ready for her birthday weekend after next. She was going to look adorable in it. The skirt was that big I think she'll only just fit through doorways in it. I had finished Debbie's emerald green ball gown, she just needed a fitting to make sure everything was ok. Just then my phone rang, it was Jack. "Hey honey," I answered. "Hey, you," he replied. He went on to tell me that Jessica's grandparents (on her mother's side) had offered to have Jessica for the weekend so that Jack and I could spend a bit more time together. "So are you free?" he asked hopefully. "I sure am. Not only that, I think that since Jessica is having a little weekend away from home, I think you deserve one too. Why don't we spend the weekend at mine? "You could spend the night," I added playfully. "That sounds great. She's being collected just after dinner so I'll be round shortly after then. I can't wait." Neither can I Jack, neither can I. Then I had a thought. This could really be a little holiday for Jack. He had spent the last seven years running round, looking after Jessica, with him not anybody look after him. This weekend, I was going to wait on him hand and foot. Then I had a naughty little idea. I made some sketches and quickly drove to the wholesalers where I buy my material. Some black satin, white cotton, white lace and white tulle. I drove back home and got to work. I could afford to do this quickly as this was for me. It didn't matter if the quality wasn't up to my usual standard. Saturday afternoon came round and Jack and I had a lovely afternoon, just lazing around watching romantic comedies and cuddling on the sofa. He had recovered from his injuries and all he was left with was a slight scar on his cheek. He was no longer in pain. I made us a nice, simple dinner of chicken breast, new potatoes and veg with some red wine. After dinner we sat out on the balcony. Summer was just around the corner and it was a warm evening. We talked, we laughed and we talked so more. The wine was flowing and conversation was getting sillier and sillier. Until... "You know Sophie," Jack started, "I used to think I could never get over Laura, that I would end up devoted to Jessica until she grew up and then I would be alone." "Jack..." I tried to interrupt, he was being daft. A man like him would never be completely alone for long. "Let me finish Sophie" he spoke over me "Since I met you, people have told me that I'm like a different person. That I have hope again. Even Jessica tells me that I'm happier. It's because of you Sophie. Sophie... I love you" he said with a tear in his eye. The waterworks of happiness were flowing "Jack" I said "I love you too" I wrapped my arms around his neck and gave him the deepest kiss I could manage. Once the tears had stopped I stood up. "Wait here," I said. I retreated to my bedroom and opened up my naughty drawer. I found what I was looking for. I left my bedroom and called Jack. "Jaaaack," I shouted in a sing song voice. He came inside and when he saw me, I opened up my black kimono robe to reveal what I had on underneath. A white basque with matching panties and stockings. His jaw dropped. "I think it's bed time." Jack didn't take any exciting. He was hard before we entered the bedroom. That didn't stop me though. I slowly pulled off his t-shirt, kissing his torso as I did. I stroked his penis gently through his boxer shorts as I took down his jeans. It was then that he picked me up, kissed me deeply and dropped me onto the bed. It was incredible as he gently played with my nipples and then my clitoris, getting me worked up more and more before he gently penetrated me with his penis. Slowly pumping before getting faster and faster. All the while planting tiny kisses on my neck and around my chest before we climaxed simultaneously. We looked each other in the eyes, but didn't say anything. There was no need to. We were in love. I rested my head on his chest, allowing the rhythmic beating of his heart to slowly send me to sleep. I was in love. I was in love. I awoke with my head still on Jack's chest; his arm wrapped around me and he was fast asleep. The clock said 5am. Perfect, plenty of time to prepare his surprise. I slipped out of bed without waking him, grabbed a garment bag from my wardrobe and crept out of the bedroom. I clipped my hair up and jumped in the shower. After cleaning myself and brushing my teeth, I put on my bathrobe and went to my front room. I curled my hair (I was getting good at this), applied silver eye shadow, eyeliner and mascara, followed by scarlet lipstick and nail polish. When I had my full outfit on I was wearing fishnet stockings, a short black satin dress with puffy sleeves, edged in white lace, the low cut top showing a lot of cleavage. A white tulle petticoat made the skirt flare out so much, that if I was to lean even slightly in any direction you could see my stocking tops. A frilly white maids cap donned my head and I wrapped a white cotton apron around my waist which was tied behind my back in a huge white bow. My black 5 inch pumps finished the look. I then went to the kitchen to make some bacon, eggs, sausage, beans, toast, mushrooms and some coffee. At 9am I walked back into the bedroom with a full english breakfast on a tray. Jack was still asleep but looked to be stirring. I put the tray down and picked up the little bell I had brought with it and gave it a little ring before picking the tray back up. His eyes lit up when he saw what I was wearing. "Bonjour master," I sad in an extremely over exaggerated French accent "Je m'appelle Sofia." That was the extent of my French exhausted. "I will be your maid for today. Here is your breakfast. Please ring the bell when you are finished." I put the tray over his lap on the bed and turned around to leave. I could feel his eyes follow me across the room so just before I left, I pretended to pick something up off the floor, bending right over so that he could see my pantied bottom. I gave him a cheeky wink as I exited. A few minutes later I heard the bell ring so I went back to the bedroom, seeing that he had finished everything, I picked up the tray and left again without saying a word. When I returned I simply said, "Bonjour master, is there anything else you desire?" "Only one Sofia, just you," Jack said as he grabbed me and pulled me onto the bed. I shifted my panties to one side as he penetrated me again. We got out of bed, got cleaned up and spent the rest of the morning cuddled on the sofa. "Is that Jessica's dress," he said all of a sudden. "Yes it is," I replied. "I was supposed to tell you it was ready but someone must have distracted me." "That looks incredible, it's going to make her day. I'll give you the money for it next time I see you." "No you won't," I stated. "Pardon?" He was confused. "I'm not taking money from the man I love" I explained "Take that money and buy Jessica another birthday present. Even better, use it to buy yourself something. When was the last time you treated yourself?" "I honestly can't remember," he answered. "Exactly. Treat yourself." "You know," Jack said. "I think it's time we told Jessica what's going on. She has been asking me why I'm out so much lately." "You sure?" I asked sceptically. "We need to tell her at some point. Besides she loves you. I can't see her being anything but happy about it. Come with me when I go home, we can tell her together and then I can drop you off here afterwards." I went and got changed. I wanted to look nice for when we told Jessica the news. Not just that but my Mum had invited everyone to tea tonight again so it would save me getting changed later on. I put on a red, knitted dress with short sleeves and a skirt that came to mid thigh. I completed the look with black tights and my knee high boots with a chunky 3 inch heel. Debbie and Kayleigh had been dressing up for these things so I had decided to tone it down a bit from what I used to, so that I didn't outdo them. "I DON'T WANT HER TO BE YOUR GIRLFRIEND" screamed Jessica when Jack told her that I was Jack's girlfriend and that they'd be seeing a lot more of me. She stormed out of the room and slammed the door. That could have gone better. "JESSICA, GET BACK HERE AND APOLOGISE TO SOPHIE RIGHT NOW!" he shouted back. "Shhh, Jack," I reasoned with him. "It's a little bit of a shock for her, she's had you to herself all her life, now she probably thinks that she's got to compete with me. Let me talk to her." I followed Jessica to her room. "GO AWAY," sobbed Jessica as I entered the room. "I just want to talk to you, I'm not cross with you," I reassured her. "Can I sit here?" I motioned to her bed. She nodded 'yes' as she looked at me with bloodshot eyes. "I won't lie to you," I started, "your Daddy and I love each other very much. And it's true, that there are times when we are going to want to go out on our own." "But I don't want you to," she argued. I continued. "But it's not just your dad I want I want to spend time with. It's you as well." "Really?" "Really. Don't think of it as me stealing your Daddy away, that's the last thing I want to do." A thought came to me. "Have you seen Lilo & Stitch?" I asked. She nodded. "Well, you know how in the beginning, it was just Lilo and Nani and had been for years, but then at the end Stitch and David joined their ohana and they became one big happy family?" "Yeah," she answered. "Well that's what I want to do. I want to join you and your Daddy's ohana and maybe one day, we can be one big happy family." I hoped this was going to work. "Really?" I saw a little smile come through. "Can we go surfing?" I laughed, surfing was a regular activity they did in the film. "I've never been surfing, but maybe one day when you're a little bigger, we can learn how to together." "Really?" she asked again. Ahh. The power of Disney. "So can we be friends? Your Daddy still needs to take me home and I'd love to show you where I live, but only my BEST friends are allowed where I live." "Yeah, yeah," she said excitedly. Jack could only smile when he saw the two of us enter the front room hand in hand. As expected, Jessica was mesmerised by my flat, in particular, the large canvas with the photo of me and the girls in our princess costumes and the dresses that I was part way through making. "You made these?" she asked wide eyed. "I sure did," I replied. "Could you make me one please?" she hadn't seen the Giselle gown that I'd already made for her, I'd hidden that away earlier. "I'm a little bit busy at the minute honey, but as soon as I have chance, we can design one together. I can teach you how to make them if you like?" "YAY," she yelled excitedly. "Sophie?" she asked. "Would you like to come to my birthday party next week?" "I'd love to." The evening went pretty much as expected. Kayleigh and Debbie had learned that as long as they wore some form of dress that they'd get a positive response from my mum. Just as I thought it was going to be the same old kind of evening my Mum dropped the bombshell. "So Sophie, who's this Jack you've been seeing?" Kayleigh's head dropped. "Sorry Sophie," Kayleigh said. "I completely spaced out and happened to mention him the other day." "Don't be sorry Kayleigh," Mum said. "She shouldn't feel like she has to hide things like this from me." She sounded disappointed. I told her the story about how I met Jack and about Jessica. That we'd been seeing each other for a while but we'd been taking it slow and that things had only just started getting serious. "I'm not sure how I feel about you seeing a single dad" Mum responded "But at least you've been mature enough to take it slow and not jump in when there's a child involved. Why don't you bring the two of them round next week so that we can meet them? Jessica sounds delightful." "I'll ask them," I responded. We were just about to leave when Kayleigh pulled Debbie and I to one side. "I've got Sarah's hen party about organised," she told us. "Cool, what are we doing?" I asked. "Just going round the pubs and clubs down town. Sarah doesn't want anything too extravagant." "Sounds fair," said Debbie. All this sounded a bit tame for Kayleigh. "What's the twist, what aren't you telling us?" I asked suspiciously. Kayleigh gave us her best innocent look before admitting, "Ok, there is a fancy dress theme." "Which is?" "Moulin Rouge." When I got back to my flat, I did a google search for Moulin Rouge costumes. I had never seen the film in either reality so wasn't entirely sure what she meant. Ah, I thought. This is Kayleigh all over. It was all bustiers, basques and corsets, frilly skirts and tutu's, stockings, high heels, silk gloves, feathers and top hats. This was going to be fun, but wasn't entirely sure I'd be comfortable going out in public like it. No wonder Debbie looked a bit scared when Kayleigh first said. At least we had been given a couple of months to get things ready for it. The next week went without incident. I'd been round Jack's house on Wednesday evening to spend a bit of time with the two of them. We had tea together and watched a film of Jessica's choice. Princess Diaries. I loved this girl. All three of us sat down on the sofa, Jessica sat in the middle. She looked like she was in her element. Jack's face said he'd seen this film a million times before. I mentioned about my mum's suggestion for them to come for tea on Sunday and while Jack looked a little scared, he agreed to it. Saturday soon rolled round, and with it Jessica's 8th birthday party. Jack booked a room in the local community centre, with a buffet and a kids disco. The party started at 3pm so I arrived just after. I was wearing the white dress with the flared skirt and the rose print on it. Pretty, but not over the top. Jack was wearing a smart t-shirt and jeans. I walked over and gave him a quick kiss. There were a lot of kid's mothers there. It turned out that Jack's situation was public knowledge and so he'd always had a legion of mothers happy to give him a hand when it came to Jessica's birthday. Jessica was running round in her Giselle dress. Turns out she'd refused to take it off all day. I met Jack's parents and they were lovely and seemed genuinely pleased to see me. The mothers of the other kids were making polite conversation. I did get the impression that some of them would be happy to murder me in my sleep if I did anything to hurt Jack or Jessica. I was going to have to watch my step. Although once Jessica had informed everyone that I was the one who had made her dress, I got a lot of them wanting to take my details so they could acquire my services for either themselves or their daughters. I was going to be one busy lady it would seem. The party drew to a close, Jack and Jessica looked exhausted. I offered to help Jack's parents so that the two of them could get home. Jessica had loved my present for her, a white gold necklace with a heart pendant that I thought would suit her dress. It had been a lovely day. Before you knew it, it was Sunday and with it, the Jameson family tea. My Mum loved little Jessica, she was wearing the dress that Jack had originally got her to wear for her party, a white with rose print party dress with spaghetti straps. She looked like a proper little lady. Kayleigh and Debbie made a huge fuss over her as well while Jack mostly spoke to the men of the family. It all went amazingly well. Hopefully now, Mum wouldn't be as concerned about me dating a single dad. The next two months flew by. Jack and Jessica had become a welcome addition to my family get togethers, as had I with theirs. I had received my official invite for Sarah and Mike's wedding. Not that I needed one. I was bridesmaid for crying out loud, but I was happy to see Jack and Jessica had been added onto the guest list as well. Debbie's gown had gone down well at the autism charity ball. Because it was quite unique in design, plenty of people had been asking about where she had got it from. I was going to be even busier in the coming weeks than I had thought after Jessica's party. Orders for little girl dresses had gone through the roof. I was going to need more dress forms and probably increase the size of the gallery on my website. Anyway, it was Saturday and it was also Sarah's hen party. It was agreed that everybody would meet round mine as I had the biggest front room for everybody to fit in and have a couple of pre night drinks. I had just poured myself a large glass of red and was checking myself out in the mirror. I was wearing a black bustier, a black, frilly tutu that was longer at the back than the front, stockings, a black choker with string beads and cute, small top hat that was held on by a hair band. It all had pink details such as bows, ruffles and stitching. My hair was pinned back whilst flowing over my shoulder in loose curls. I added the finishing touches by putting on my black 5 inch pumps (I was getting my wear out of these recently) and rolled up the pink silk gloves that almost reached my armpits. Damn I looked hot. I'll be keeping this outfit for some bedroom activity with Jack I thought. Sarah, Kayleigh and Becca soon arrived. We had decided that the three of us who were bridesmaids would wear basically the same outfit, but instead of using pink, Becca had gone for a royal blue and Kayleigh had gone for a bright yellow. Sarah looked incredible though. Everything she wore was snowy white. A white bustier, white heels, white stockings and a short skirt that puffed out with petticoats, but also had long scrunched part at the back that would trail the floor. Instead of a top hat, she had three long white feathers in her hair (which was pinned up in a gorgeous updo) and a veil that hung down hair back. There would be no prizes for guessing who the bride to be was. Everybody else showed up soon after including Debbie, a couple of Sarah's cousins and some of her work colleagues. Everybody had put the effort in and everybody looked sensational. We'd be drawing some stares tonight. Debbie looked a little self conscious but a couple of drinks would soon sort that out. The night was a complete success. We drank, we danced, we drank some more. Kayleigh followed up on an earlier promise and arranged for a male stripper to meet us in one of the bars and dance with Sarah. It was a brilliant night. "Hiya Sophie" I heard a familiar voice say "You look a bit different tonight." It was Darren, my mixed martial arts instructor with Alex and Barry, two of the guys who were in the group that I referred to as the "Fucking Hardcore" group. "Hi you guys" I gave them each a hug. "What's with the get up?" asked Alex. "Hen party," I responded, that was the only explanation needed. "Well you certainly look different than on a Monday," said Darren. I introduced the three of them to the rest of the group. Becca and two of Sarah's single work colleagues had shown particular interest in them. I didn't know if any of them were single, but let them try I thought. The night came to an end, Becca gave Alex a particularly passionate goodbye and we made our way to the taxi rank. I was lingering at the back of the group, checking my phone when I heard a voice. "Hello Sophie." It sounded so much like a stereotypical bad guy voice, deep and gravelly that I assumed that it was one of the MMA guys. I turned round, it was Richie. He looked terrible. His hair was long and stringy, his skin was almost white, his face gaunt and teeth were yellow. Both he and his clothes looked like they hadn't been washed in months. He grabbed me, covered my mouth and dragged me into the alley and I dropped my phone. Once far enough down the alley, he pinned me to the wall by my neck. I had panicked. All of my knowledge from my MMA classes left my brain and I'd turned into a frightened little girl. I felt pathetic. "Look at you, you slut," he sneered. "Richie, what do you want?" "Not you. Don't worry, I'm not going to rape you." He acted like he was disgusted by me. "I want the power back." As if I should have known what he was talking about. "You know, Ultio Ultionis. When he was in me I was unstoppable. I was strong, I was devious, I could influence people with a word. You know, I didn't even have to threaten those three idiots to attack that guy you were with. I told them to and they did it. With power like that I could've been anything I wanted. And all I had to do was make you miserable whenever you got too happy. But you took that away from me when you burned his vessel. But Ultio Ultionis can't be destroyed, he's out there somewhere and you know where," He was ranting like a mad man. "Richie, I don't know..." He slapped me hard across the face. "Richie, Please I don't..." He slapped me again. "LIAR," he shouted. "WHAT'S GOING ON DOWN HERE." It was Darren, followed by the Alex and Barry, who were followed by the entire hen party. While Richie was distracted, I drove my heel into his foot and punched him in the throat. Struggling to breathe, he ran away down the alley with Alex and Barry chasing him. Darren stayed with me and the hen party. "You ok Sophie?" he asked concerned. I just collapsed into him and burst into tears. I thought all of this was over. I was wrong. Why can't I be happy?

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ONE Over the next couple of weeks, I lost track of the days. At first I would return home and breathe a deep sigh of relief. Grateful I had tolerated any torment, that I had survived all I had been subjected to. And as I relaxed and wound down, I found solace in the many happy moments my day would bring; which I then used to spurn me on. Something as simple as an understanding smile from a customer would keep me on a high for hours. It gave me something to hold on to as...

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Missys First Job

Missy couldn't believe that today was the day she was finally venturing back out into the world. She was 20 years old and had spent most of the past six years with her Auntie as her design apprentice. Auntie worked as a freelance lingerie designer mostly for a company called Belle du Jour Lingerie. And today Missy was going to interview for a full time position at Belle du Jour arranged by Auntie. Missy's journey up until this point was hardly conventional. Her real name was Marcus...

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missing you part2

as they enter the room of the hotel, his hand smooths over her bum, he cant feel knicker, he turn and kisses her neck, and she shivers with excitment.she passes the bed and sits on the sofa, crosses her legs as she had in Costa, and once again her soft inner thigh flesh is just slightly revealed.he has stopped at the wardrobe, and he hangs his jacket in th e cupboard,he walks toward her, then sits in the chair by the desk, his veiw now includes the stocking top flesh, he just watches her , she...

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Miss Ks Adventures Part 1

Welcome to my latest adventure. This new series of stories is going to be wild and crazy and a lot of fun. Hopefully, you'll enjoy this one. So without further ado, let's get on with it. All non-commercial and electronic rights to this story are reserved. If it's not legal for you to read erotic material in your legal jurisdiction, please do not read this story. THE WONDERFUL ADVENTURES OF MISS K: Chapter 1 - STARTING UP - By Brett Lynn Miss K sat near her bedroom window in...

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Miss Ks Travels Chapter 3

This is yet another installment of the pure pornography that I love to call "The Wonderful Adventures of Miss K." So far, people have been loving my over the top sex romps, and I hope you fair fans love this one too. If you are not legally permitted to read this work in your legal jurisdiction, please do not read this. Also, I retain all commercial and non-electronic rights to this work. If you want to use this work, just ask. So, without further ado, let's get on with the...

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Miss Bentner Takes Charge of Elizabeth Part 2

This continues the efforts by 24-year-old Miss Bentner to have disciplinary control over 36-year-old Elizabeth, as she already had control over Elizabeth’s 17-year-old daughter, Emma. The discipline came first. Now though comes the manipulation of both mum and daughter to ensure both submit to her: Miss Bentner looked at the two bottoms still bent across the table. She knew Emma will be wet with anticipation for her ‘afters,’ finger and tongue sex. It happened regularly after she spanked the...

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Miss Bentner Takes Charge of Emma

This continues the Mrs Denver Prelude series, but is a spin-off. Elizabeth and Emma Carson, mum and daughter, are regularly spanked and caned under the various disciplinary systems introduced by Headmistress Mrs Denver. There is a change in who dispenses that discipline. 24-year-old Miss Hannah Bentner, a teacher at Emma’s school. This is how she takes over disciplining Emma. Elizabeth and Emma sat in the living room chatting. Miss Bentner had offered to give 17-year-old Emma private lessons at...

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Miss Simons and the School Inspector

Stephanie, Miss Jamieson, the school secretary pressed the intercom. “Hullo, Headmistress. Miss Curtis, the School Inspector, is here to see you.”“Send her in please,” The Headmistress, Miss Simons, replied.The School Inspector listened to the exchange and afterwards said curtly, “The meeting will take about an hour. Please hold everything else until I come back out.”Miss Jamieson looked up at the School Inspector. She was surprised to find she was so young, and no more than twenty-five she...

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Miss Pratts Pundit

Tegan bit her lip MISS PRATT?S PUNDIT July 2, 1982 The two  girls walked carefully, attempting to avoid the rusty cans and general litter on the grounds of the  Craddock-Childress Greens Mobile Home Village.  The taller girl, a pretty redhead in a bikini carried a boom-box, which was emanating Boy George's sordid screams. The smaller girl had short, ratty hair, and wore thick glasses and lugged a copy of "War and Peace" bouncing against her soggy one-piece swimsuit.  "Goddamn if...

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Miss Trottle After School

Miss Trottle was a teacher in a high school in Bristol, Connecticut. It was the end of a particularly hard few weeks because as the summer holidays approach the workload for the teacher doubled, with parent’s evenings, thousands of reports, after school events and end of year exams Miss Trottle was glad of the fact that it was now Friday. The school bell had rung for the last time before the summer holidays and as the sound of the bell echoed around the empty corridors and deserted grounds of...

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Miss Bentner Takes Charge of Elizabeth Part 1

Elizabeth Carson walked back up her path enjoying thestinging feeling across her bottom, ready to go to her bedroom and masturbate. She unlocked her front door and walked in to her house. She stopped short when she saw 24-year-old Miss Bentner was already in the hallway with Emma, Elizabeth’s 17-year-old daughter. Miss Bentner didn’t look like a teacher today. She wasn’t in school so that was Ok. Today she wore a tight fitting vest top that showed off her full breasts and firm arms. Her hair...

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Miss Perkins Tuesday

Wake to my alarm and stumble into my bathroom. Remember to not take a shower this time, though I will tomorrow. Splash water on my face then get the radio on and brush my hair. Losing the curls but still looking good. Back to my room to pick out my outfit and I am not sure. Miss Perkins paid attention to me finally.The problem is I can only dress so slutty before the partners complain. There is a certain level of professionalism needed, especially in a law firm. Look at everything then toss...

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Miss Sheila DeVilles School for Wayward Boys

This is a story involving explicitly described sex. If you think you might be offended by it, or you aren't allowed by the laws of the place in which you live to read such a story, don't. If you read past this warning, any offense you take or laws you break are your problem. I've warned you. Permission is hereby given to archive this story anywhere on the Internet, so long as I'm credited as the author, it is reproduced in its entirety (including this disclaimer!) and no fee is charged...

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Miss Marks The New Head Mistress Chapter Nine Miss Marks Lends a Hand

Amelia Marks smiled as she listened to the older woman on the other end of the phone. The lady, Celia Bellman-Winstanley, was the Head Mistress at Mercia Castle School, which was about ten miles down the road from Alannah Lawrence Girls’ College. Celia had been Amelia’s mentor when she had started her teaching career all those years ago and the older woman was someone who Miss Marks respected although they had little to do with one another these days.“So, Amelia. I guess that you saw what some...

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Miss Marks The New Head Mistress The School Secretarys secret spanking desires Part One

“If you don’t ask – you don’t get.”That’s what Amber Fox, Amelia Marks’ secretary, kept telling herself.The thirty-two-year-old woman with the flowing red hair had been unable to get the experience of watching Amelia Marks caning those two naughty Year Eleven girls in her office out of her head. It had been a couple of weeks since Miss Marks had punished Emily Richardson and Chloe Williams in her office and a couple of weeks since she had invited her secretary to witness the girls’ punishment....

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Miss Pratt gets a Licking

 Miss Pratt Gets a "Licking" Miss Marisol Persephone Pratt, known as "Prattsie" toher intimates back at St. Casimir's School, sat back in the seatlesschair, enjoying Evelyn's smooth, consistent tongue on her labia. Mmm?God,it feels good. The seatless chair was not all that comfortable, Prattsie'slegs were a bit constricted as her bare bu tt poked through the bottom, butEvelyn, lying blindfolded beneath the chair with her hands secured behindher back certainly knew how to lick her Mistress's...

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Miss Manson Gets Caught Out

Ms. Jasmine Storey, the Deputy Head Mistress in charge of student behaviour at St Katherine’s School sat behind her desk in her office in disbelief. Never in her seventeen years as a teacher, and even in her seven years as Deputy Head Mistress, had she heard anything like it. She could not believe what the young Head of Music, Miss Mulligan, had told her that morning. Even when Rebecca had presented her with overwhelming evidence that one of the teachers at St Katherine’s had been over-stepping...

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Miss Marks The New Head Mistress Chapter Four A Necessary Punishment

Zoe Vanssen sat on the leather sofa outside the Head Mistress’ office and fidgeted with her hands. She knew that she was really going to get it for what she had done in town that previous Saturday morning. The girl with the long dark hair shuffled around uneasily on the sofa as she waited to be called into Miss Marks’ office to explain her behaviour. Conduct that was unbecoming an Alannah Lawrence girl and also conduct that would probably earn her an exclusion from the prestigious school. The...

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Miss Mansons Memories That First AfterSchool Punishment Lucys Point Of View

Tuesday, October 20th, 1990. Just over eighteen and a half years after the event.I stared blankly at the TV. I really wasn’t focusing on the programme. In fact, I only had it on that Tuesday evening for some background noise. My husband was working a night shift and I was just relaxing after putting our three young children to bed, before heading up to bed myself later that evening. I had no idea how long I had been watching the programme for but suddenly found myself being shaken from my dream...

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Miss Addiscombes Virtue

"Ah," said my father as I strode into the drawing room at Harthorpe Manor "Stephen, this is Miss Addiscombe." I stared, she was dressed from head to toe in black, every single thing and although she might have been regarded generally as a great beauty the evil stare with which she regaled me dismissed any such notion of beauty instantly. "Enchanted," I smiled, "Your reputation precedes you, and your beauty is indeed, ah," I paused and cast my eyes around the high ceilinged oak...

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Miss Harcourts Guardian pt 1

"Lord Banchforth," a voice said indistinctly as I sat with father's lawyers in father's study as they explained father's last will and testament to myself and those of my family who remained after father's calamitous accident, "My Lord!" he insisted. I realised I was the one he was addressing, "Yes?" I replied. "There remains the matter of Miss Grace Harcourt." Selwyn Carruthers, father's lawyer, explained, "An annuity paid for her upkeep." "For what purpose?" I...

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Miss Harcourts Guardian

"Lord Banchforth," a voice said indistinctly as I sat with father's lawyers in father's study as they explained father's last will and testament to myself and those of my family who remained after father's calamitous accident, "My Lord!" he insisted.I realised I was the one he was addressing, "Yes?" I replied."There remains the matter of Miss Grace Harcourt." Selwyn Carruthers, father's lawyer, explained, "An annuity paid for her upkeep.""For what purpose?" I asked."She was his whore of...

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Miss Prissy Paunceworth Chapter IV Prissys Progress

This is a female authoritarian sissy boy story, although with a softer touch than many others. There is sugar and spice and (mostly) everything sissy-nice! So, if lots of frilly outfits, swishy behavior and a little kinky sex are your thing, please read on. If not, thanks for looking anyway. It is also a purely fictional fantasy work. No references are intended to portray any actual persons, places or events whether past or present. This chapter is rated X, as there is some sexual...

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Miss Prissy Paunceworth Chapter II Prissys First School Day

This is a female authoritarian sissy boy story, although with a softer touch than most. There is sugar and spice and (mostly) everything sissy- nice! So, if lots of frilly outfits, swishy behavior and a little kinky sex are your thing, please read on. If not, thanks for looking anyway. It is also a purely fictional fantasy work. No references are intended to portray any actual persons, places or events whether past or present. This chapter is rated R, but future chapters will be rated...

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Miss Marks The New Head Mistress Chapter Eight Sneaking Out

Lindsay was incredibly happy with herself that evening. Not only had she managed to sneak out of school and spend time with her boyfriend, but she had been able to persuade him to buy her the pair of gorgeous shoes that she had been looking at for weeks now. All in all, a successful night for the Year Twelve girl with the shoulder-length black hair. All she needed to do now was sneak back into her bedroom without getting caught by her House Mistress and that would be the perfect end to the...

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Miss Marks The New Head Mistress Chapter Seven In Front Of the School Secretary Part One

The Head Mistress sat in her leather chair in her office listening to the lady on the other end of the telephone. Although Amelia Marks already knew about the incident that had occurred two days previously at Queen Mary’s Girls’ School, she wanted as much detail as possible before dealing with the culprits.“So, can you tell me exactly what the damage was, Mrs. Wilcox?” She asked the woman.“Well, we didn’t discover that the changing room had been damaged until first lesson yesterday morning and...

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Miss Prissy Paunceworth Chapter V Prissys Frilly Frolics

This is a female authoritarian sissy boy story, although with a softer touch than many others. There is sugar and spice and everything sissy- nice! So, if lots of frilly outfits, swishy milk-sop behavior and a little kinky sex are your thing, please read on. If not, thanks for looking anyway. It is also a purely fictional fantasy work. No references are intended to portray any actual persons, places or events whether past or present. This chapter is rated X, as there is sexual...

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Miss DeVilles Academy Lucass Story

AUTHORS NOTE: This story is based on the excellent Ed Miller tale: "Miss Sheila DeVille's School for Wayward Boys". I really liked the concept, so I'm offering my own take. Ed gets full credit for the idea, the setting and the background characters. Ed's rules of engagement also apply here: This is a story involving explicitly described sex. If you think you might be offended by it, or you aren't allowed by the laws of the place in which you live to read such a story, don't. If...

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Miss High Heels 1931

Miss High-heels : the story of a rich but girlish young gentleman under the control of his pretty step-sister and her auntPrivately Printed1931CHAPTER 1This story is a reminiscence, a fond recollection of my colourful days as a youth. I can safely say (with the clarity of hindsight) that my youth was extraordinary. My upbringing was unlike any other young man knew at the time, and to this day, many years later, I have yet to meet a soul whose story can compare with mine in its bizarre nature.My...

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Miss Marks The New Head Mistress Chapter Ten The Choice

Friday June 4th, 2027The diminutive blonde-haired eighteen-year-old sat nervously on the expensive leather sofa in reception. She still couldn’t quite believe the way that her Form Mistress had reacted that morning and, now, here she was sitting awaiting a meeting with Miss Marks, the Head Mistress. It was so unfair. Others had done far worse things during her near seven years at Alannah Lawrence Girls’ College, but it seemed to her that her teachers and her House Mistress had marked her card a...

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Miss Harcourt debauched

"No!" Miss Harcourt cried, "For gods sake No!" as I levelled Mr Cambridge's antique duelling pistol to aim not at Mr Simon Harcourt's head but instead the imaginary spot eight inches above his head whereby the ball would drill a third hole in direct line with his eye sockets. "Why should I spare him?" I demanded, "He has wounded me with his tongue and now his piece." "He, he is young and foolish," she shouted, "And noble in defending my honour!" I held the piece...

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Miss Prissy Paunceworth Chapter I Beginnings

This is a female authoritarian sissy boy story, although with a softer touch than most. There is candy and spice and (mostly) everything sissy- nice! So, if lots of frilly outfits, swishy behavior and a little sex are your thing, please read on. If not, thanks for looking anyway. It is also a purely fictional fantasy work. No references are intended to portray any actual persons, places or events whether past or present. This chapter is rated R, but future chapters will be rated X....

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Miss HighHeels

Preface: One of the all-time great, classic TV-stories is Miss High- Heels. It was first published - as far as I can trace it - by the famous Select Biblioth?que in Sceaux (France) about 1929 as the translation of a work by a British author whose name was given as "Sir O. T**". Actually it was not really a translation, but a very freely adapted French version of the original English text. Later two more works by the same author (but now his initials were given as C. F.) were published...

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Miss Marks The New Head Mistress Chapter Twelve Miss Marks Final Punishment

Lauren Dickson packed her things into her sports bag before checking that she had everything and turning her attention to her handbag. She smiled as she found her mobile phone and car keys which were lying under her collection of cards, makeup, tissues and other items. She closed the zip on the bag and placed it over her right shoulder. Lauren picked up her sports bag in her right hand and walked out of the staff changing room, turning and locking the door with her key. The young PE Mistress...

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Miss Amina the Tarot Reader

MISS AMINA THE TAROT READER By Audrey [email protected] (C) 2016 June 15 All Rights Reserved AUTHOR'S NOTE: Permission is granted to post this story on any free archive for transgender or transformation stories, such as Fictionmania. This story contains adult material that is not suitable for young audiences. It also contains themes that some readers may find sensitive, including alcoholism, depression, and suicide. Please bear these in mind before reading. This is also a long...

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Miss Marks The New Head Mistress

Amelia Marks stood staring out of the large window in her office. The lady with the dark-hair, neatly tied in a bun, smiled as she watched the late summer sunshine rising in the blue sky and begin to cover the new Sixth Form building and the extensive playing fields and sports pitches beyond that. The new Head Mistress at the exclusive, fee-paying Alannah Lawrence Girl’s College closed her eyes and stood day-dreaming for a few moments before she turned her attention back to what she needed to...

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Miss Mansons Memories That First After School Punishment

“Lucy Cardwell.” Pauline Manson smiled to herself as she sat in her armchair by the fire on that dark, cold, winter’s afternoon in January.That was the name of the tall, slim girl with the long, flowing black hair that she had been thinking about that day.She involuntarily shuffled around on her comfortable chair, feeling a twinge of excitement as she thought back to 1971. It had been her probationary year as a young teacher and she had met the lovely Lucy Cardwell, who had been the first girl...

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Miss Sanders

Lisa looked at Miss Sanders with horrified, young blue eyes. Her teacher was standing over her naked body with a long, sinister whip that dangled to the floor. Several teasing passes had been made along the inside of her thighs, and one, cruel blow had administered a searing, red welt across her backside. Now Miss Sanders was about to add a special surprise for the precocious girl.             ‘It made me faint when I first experienced it,’ said the teacher.             ‘What?’ There was a...

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Miss Sanders

Lisa looked at Miss Sanders with horrified, young blue eyes. Her teacher was standing over her naked body with a long, sinister whip that dangled to the floor. Several teasing passes had been made along the inside of her thighs; and one, cruel blow had administered a searing, red welt across her backside. Now Miss Sanders was about to add a special surprise for the precocious girl.             "It made me faint when I first experienced it," said the teacher. ...

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Miss Prissy Paunceworth Chapter VI Prissys Playtime

This is a female authoritarian sissy boy story, although with a (mostly) softer touch than many others. There is sugar and spice and everything sissy-nice! So, if lots of frilly outfits, swishy milk-sop behavior and a little kinky sex are your thing, please read on. If not, thanks for looking anyway. It is also a purely fictional fantasy work. No references are intended to portray any actual persons, places or events whether past or present. This chapter is rated X, as there is...

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ma femme et mon client 2eme partie

nous etions a table et attendions les miss qui etaient partie se faire un brin de toilettes ,le temps nous semblaient long ,trop long mon client et nous decidons d aller voir ce qu elle faisaient etant donné qu on avait tres faimnous montons dans ma chambre ou se trouve aussi notre salle de bain privative et la en entrant dans la chambre nous les voyons toute les deux nue sur le lit ,encore humide de la douche avec un etalage de gode ma femme a une collection exceptionnelle ,j avoue je lui en...

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