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RETRIBUTION! (PART ONE) BY WALLACE Retribution: n recompense, usually for evil. Revenge Jet lag! I felt like I was seventy years old with severe arthritis and a hangoverthat was the result of a three-day drinking binge so the last thing I neededwas any rough stuff. I'd dumped my bags on the sofa as you do and was justheading for the kitchen to make coffee before falling into bed when I hearda key scrape in the lock. It wasn't Mrs Johnson from downstairs because I'd phoned her the night...
Keywords Use of Sex Toys High Heels Chastity Humiliation Categories Bondage Femdom Forced Crossdressing Synopsis Ralph thought he he entered seventh heaven when he married the wealthy Janet Milhouse, but little did he know.... Retribution By Janet Baker Met and Married It took forever to find the right man for my companion -- my husband. I wanted a man who would be easy to live with, not too demanding, attractive of course, about my age, and virile. I...
Keywords Use of Sex Toys High Heels Chastity HumiliationCategories Bondage Femdom Forced CrossdressingSynopsis Ralph thought he he entered seventh heaven when he married the wealthy Janet Milhouse but little did he know?.RetributionBy Janet BakerMet and Married It took forever to find the right man for my companion -- my husband. I wanted a man who would be easy to live with, not too demanding, attractive of course, about my age, and virile. I...
01.01 The Secret Court: The secret court had met frequently since it was formed four years ago. Their goal is to dispense justice toward those that could not be prosecuted under the legal system. This would happen when witnesses refused to testify, were afraid to testify or law enforcement official(s) looked the other way. The court has a large, silent following which donates funds to maintain a complex where some of the retributions take place. Eric and Lena are co-owners of an underground...
Zoe phoned her close friend Hannah. “Guess what, Grandma and Grandpa are coming for lunch and Grandma has asked me to find a reason to spank Grandpa.” “ No kid,” Hannah exclaimed. “How will you work it Zoe?” “ Grandma is a wily so and so and I guess she will give me all the ammo I will need.” “ You gotta come over later and tell me all about it. We’ll have the house to ourselves.” “ Great. I’ll give you a call first.” Zoe’s Grandparents arrived for lunch and for once her parents, Marty...
This story is the beginning of a series. I've decided that there will be 4 parts and Part 2 will come out soon. It took me a long time to finish this story, so I hope you enjoy it. Note: Heavy sex appears in this story from time to time. This is the first story that I've done that contains heavy sex, so for those of you who can't read this type of stuff, please leave. And another note...if I seemed brief with the ending that's because this story took way too long for me to...
Retribution: One Down By Bill Hart I truly doubted that he ever expected to see me again. But having known her for as long as I had and as well as I did, I could easily imagine she'd told him I was nothing more than a base coward afraid of my own shadow. She had clearly convinced the damn fool, who I'd once called my best friend, that he could easily take her away from me without me even putting up a fight. She had always been a rather selfish person. For as long as I'd known...
Retribution: None to Go By Bill Hart I no longer had any real choice in the matter. There was no more time. I simply had to take care of her now. I was already afraid that I had waited too long. With my infallible 20-20 hindsight, I knew I had made a major mistake in dealing with him first. Why couldn't my myopic foresight ever be just as perfect as my infallible hindsight? Even once in a while would be nice for a change. I'd always hated making mistakes. I should have taken care...
Retribution: From the Sidelines By Bill Hart She was simply ecstatic. How long had it been since his latent power had first called to her? From that moment forward, she had coveted him for her growing group. Now she had him. And he'd even come to her appropriately packaged. It had all been far easier than she had ever imagined it would be. Even though her old adversary had easily been the more powerful, he'd still been a fool. He'd always been a total fool. It certainly wasn't...
"Retribution. The Critical Mass-And Meltdown of 'Aunt' Madge!" Madge, "Aunt" Madge as she was known to her "nephew" Timmy and others in her circle of friends chatted over coffee early in the morning with Gladys Gladstone, a friend of hers who owned and operated an upscale vintage lingerie and dress shop in town. The move had been completed months ago. Madge had moved to this new town to be nearer her friend and to have a new home, a house in a country setting far from...
Reckoning By Cheryl Lynn This is a follow up of my story, "Mrs. Abernathy, Just for Fun." As with all of Mrs. Abernathy's victims they usually remember everything after three months without her treatments. For the Summer's family, those three months are just about up. Please read "Just for Fun" before reading this. Definitely not for the sweet/sentimental reader. All standard disclaimers apply and may be downloaded for personal use only. Any other use is strictly prohibited...
Zoe phoned her close friend Hannah. “Guess what, Grandma and Grandpa are coming for lunch and Grandma has asked me to find a reason to spank Grandpa.” “ No kid,” Hannah exclaimed. “How will you work it Zoe?” “ Grandma is a wily so and so and I guess she will give me all the ammo I will need.” “ You gotta come over later and tell me all about it. We’ll have the house to ourselves.” “ Great. I’ll give you a call first.” Zoe’s Grandparents arrived for lunch and for once her parents, Marty...
SpankingMarty and Susie knew it had been a mistake. Zoe, their 21-year-old daughter had enjoyed full disciplinary control over her parents, and they both knew she was very annoyed with them. They had all agreed Zoe would have control over them for 6 months and that period was nearly up. Susie was soon to return to being the maternal disciplinarian, albeit Marty was unlikely to see any significant difference as Susie had always spanked him in any case. He was going to be spanked by someone and to him it...
SpankingRetribution My thanks to LadyCibelle and my friend SH for sorting my foul-ups and editing this short tale for me It was amazing; it looked like I'd picked the perfect spot. From my chosen seat in the back corner booth almost no one could see me, but I could see just about everyone in the place. I suppose I'd better add that Jimmy, the owner of the club, had arranged for a couple of large plants to be moved so that the booth was almost completely hidden and, to most customers, would look as...
It took Jon nearly a year to arrange it, but now his careful planning and meticulous timing was coming into fruition. Having past the wrought iron gates and driven down the gravel drive with tufts of grass growing through it, the end game was now in full swing, like a run away juggernaut, it was unstoppable. He could picture when it all started, the re-run going through his minds eye as he drove towards destiny. It seemed that it had been one of those days; one of those occasional...
I looked at Zoe and said “I’ve had seven already Zoe, isn’t that enough?” Zoe came over to me, grabbed my penis and balls, turned me around, and felt my bottom. “It is striped and marked, but Mum said twelve strokes didn’t she?” “Well she does normally give me twelve but after a warm up. You didn’t warm me up did you?” I know it sounded like a moan, but I was hurting. Then she gave me the body blow. “I tell you what Dad, treat those first seven as the warm up, so you have twelve...
Part Two My bottom was still sore from 21 year old Hannah’s spanking but the lovemaking with Susie, my wife, had been great. Susie sat up and looked at me seriously. “About Zoe” she said “When Madge and I go away on our holiday I can’t leave Zoe open to your nonsense. You know that don’t you. She gets full spanking rights over you Marty. I really don’t want a discussion about it. 21 is old enough” Susie said, looking very serious now. My mouth dropped open but I couldn’t speak. ...
Zoe continued to be quite the disciplinarian whilst my wife Susie was away, and I was spanked regularly together with Jeff, and now also 21-year-old Hannah. We would each have to go bare bottomed across my daughter’s lap to be spanked by her very firm hand and then with the strap, and occasionally with the dreaded cane. It was something to hear three adults gasping and crying as my daughter Zoe soundly spanked each of us in turn, the other two watching, either glad our own punishment was...
Marty and Susie knew it had been a mistake. Zoe, their 21-year-old daughter had enjoyed full disciplinary control over her parents, and they both knew she was very annoyed with them. They had all agreed Zoe would have control over them for 6 months and that period was nearly up. Susie was soon to return to being the maternal disciplinarian, albeit Marty was unlikely to see any significant difference as Susie had always spanked him in any case. He was going to be spanked by someone and to him it...
I didn’t mind so much being spanked by my wife when it started all those years ago. Susie was annoyed, claimed I was acting childishly, one thing led to another and I ended up across her lap and had my bare butt turned bright red, not to mention sore and that I was unable to sit for a while. After that being spanked became the norm. When she decided I deserved to be that is, which I have to admit was fairly regularly. I never did grow up I guess. We moved in to our present house several...
Madge gave the order “right Hannah, you may not enjoy spanking your father but let’s see if you enjoy me spanking you. Susie, I warned you at the airport, you are due a thrashing and Zoe is going to give you one, here and now.”I gasped. Susie is going to be spanked?I knew I would get spanked again but I had to ask. I spun around and asked “how come Susie?”Zoe went to the wall and took the cane off the picture hook and came over to me. She was about to give me a stroke with the cane but Susie...
The phone rang. Zoe answered it and I could tell it was Susie. I stayed facing the wall, my trousers and underpants already off, about 5 minutes away from going across my daughters lap for another exceptionally hard spanking. Susie has been away on her holiday for three weeks with Madge from next door. Zoe was given full spanking and discipline rights over me, even though she is my 21-year-old daughter and I am 45. Here I was again, waiting for her to take me to the spanking chair,...
Zoe continued to be quite the disciplinarian whilst my wife Susie was away, and I was spanked regularly together with Jeff, and now also 21-year-old Hannah. We would each have to go bare bottomed across my daughter’s lap to be spanked by her very firm hand and then with the strap, and occasionally with the dreaded cane. It was something to hear three adults gasping and crying as my daughter Zoe soundly spanked each of us in turn, the other two watching, either glad our own punishment was...
SpankingI looked at Zoe and said “I’ve had seven already Zoe, isn’t that enough?” Zoe came over to me, grabbed my penis and balls, turned me around, and felt my bottom. “It is striped and marked, but Mum said twelve strokes didn’t she?” “Well she does normally give me twelve but after a warm up. You didn’t warm me up did you?” I know it sounded like a moan, but I was hurting. Then she gave me the body blow. “I tell you what Dad, treat those first...
SpankingThe phone rang. Zoe answered it and I could tell it was Susie. I stayed facing the wall, my trousers and underpants already off, about 5 minutes away from going across my daughters lap for another exceptionally hard spanking. Susie has been away on her holiday for three weeks with Madge from next door. Zoe was given full spanking and discipline rights over me, even though she is my 21-year-old daughter and I am 45. Here I was again, waiting for her to take me to the spanking chair, already...
SpankingPart Two My bottom was still sore from 21 year old Hannah’s spanking but the lovemaking with Susie, my wife, had been great. Susie sat up and looked at me seriously. “About Zoe” she said “When Madge and I go away on our holiday I can’t leave Zoe open to your nonsense. You know that don’t you. She gets full spanking rights over you Marty. I really don’t want a discussion about it. 21 is old enough” Susie said, looking very serious now. My mouth dropped open but...
SpankingI didn’t mind so much being spanked by my wife when it started all those years ago. Susie was annoyed, claimed I was acting childishly, one thing led to another and I ended up across her lap and had my bare butt turned bright red, not to mention sore and that I was unable to sit for a while. After that being spanked became the norm. When she decided I deserved to be that is, which I have to admit was fairly regularly. I never did grow up I guess. We moved in to our present house several...
SpankingI had often wondered about what happens to people when they aregiven total freedom to rape and torture others.Like soldiers orderd torape all the enemies women.Most of these soldiers are just normal citizensmen and women . Armies from all countries are just as guilty,yet free ofthe constraints of normal society they can become terrifying sadistic murderers.Whatwould I do in that situation?.M and me found our limits one night and Ithink it is safe to say that we brought out the worst in each...
It took Jon nearly a year to arrange it, but now his careful planning and meticulous timing was coming into fruition. Having past the wrought iron gates and driven down the grass covered gravel drive, the end game was now in full swing, like a run away juggernaut, it was unstoppable. He could picture when it all started, the re-run going through his minds eye as he drove towards destiny. It seemed that it had been one of those days. One of those occasional days when anything and everything...
Why is it that some folk suddenly get religion when they are about go to meet their maker? Ain't it bad enough for those being left behind to be losing someone they love, but the love of their life - on their death bed - has to suddenly decide that they have to make peace with the world, and ask forgiveness for their sins before they leave it. Let me tell you my story and you might understand what I'm getting at. It was a normal Monday, just like every other had been in the almost six years...
In the morning, Linda awoke and sat up in bed feeling refreshed for the first time in days. The stress of not having enough money, no job, and no safe place to live was slowly fading. She could work on her living arrangements today. First things first though. Her empty tummy and caffeine deprived brain were both clamoring for attention. After morning wake up detail in the bathroom, Linda donned a clean pair of shorts and a T-shirt, pair of socks and her soon to be copyrighted...
Arriving downtown Linda saw an Italian restaurant featuring pizza and grabbed the bus’ stop-cord. She realized that hunger pangs were making her cranky. Ms. Mouse agreed. Linda walked into the restaurant and, since it was open seating, she selected an empty table by the front window. She was pleased that the pizza menu allowed customers to order by the slice. Linda ordered two slices of pepperoni pizza and a Pepsi. It was really good pizza. She would definitely return to this place when she...
After dinner Linda went up to her room and turned on the evening news. She watched with interest a developing national story about Medicaid corruption. “An FBI agent was found dead in a park located in Cauthen, Virginia two days ago. The FBI and police are calling this a potential murder investigation. An FBI spokesman reported the agent was investigating a Medicaid fraud ring centered in Cauthen. The alleged ringleader was a prominent attorney named J. Robert Perkins. Doctor Firestone,...
The next morning Linda awoke refreshed and ready to face a new day. She decided on a room service breakfast and ordered scrambled eggs with toast and coffee. Stepping into the shower Linda planned out her day. We have the location of the Russian gang, from that creep in the hotel restaurant with the lobbyist, so let’s use the laptop to look the area over. Then, we can go there today, look around and come up with a plan, Linda mused. I like it, added Ret. Let’s not go walking in with our...
In the morning Linda walked downstairs for breakfast with Carla. Carla was practically walking on air. “Hey, Carla, good morning. You look happy today,” Linda said. “I lost six pounds! I can’t believe it! I’m so happy.” I had to give her a boost to cover the time we’re gone in the Caribbean, whispered Tink. Carla brought Linda a large waffle, sweet strawberry syrup and a plastic tub of Cool Whip. Already sitting on the table was a bowl of sliced, fresh strawberries. “Looks like we’re...
It was close to midnight when the Jellyfish arrived in George Town, Grand Cayman Island trailed by El Gato Grande and Pretty Lady. Jessica had radioed in ahead to warn the authorities she had a woman and two young girls needing emergency medical attention. She didn’t mention pirates or rape over the open radio transmission. Police and three ambulances were waiting at the pier for her as they tied up. Jessica explained the situation and informed the police she was claiming salvage rights on El...
The girls didn’t get back to their hotel room in Istanbul until 7 a.m. the next day. Linda walked in, turned her phone on and found seventeen messages and texts from Fred. He sounds mad to me, whispered Mouse. Ya think? asked Tink. I guess we better call him, whispered Linda. Go ahead. We’re sleepy, Ret said. Mouse yawned, Goodnight, Linda. See ya later. Have fun with Fred, whispered Tink. Great, the going gets tough and the girls go to sleep, complained Linda. Her complaint was...
“I have great news, Linda,” “What’s that, Fred?” She asked as she moved her scrambled eggs around on her plate. Linda was trying to decide the best way to tell Fred they needed to move to San Diego. Just tell him for God’s sake, whispered Mouse. “You’re getting noticed. I’ve been contacted by several major sponsors wanting information about you.” Tell him about the autographs, Ret whispered. Mouse giggled, That one fan with the short blonde hair was really hot. Mouse, you perv. I’ve...
Brisbane, Australia. Linda and the girls were enchanted. Fascinated. The whole atmosphere was so much like home and so different at the same time. The signs were in English. The streets and cars looked the same. Just different. The Australian cars had the steering wheels on the wrong side and they all drove on the wrong side of the road too. This would take some getting used to. “What’s the name of this place again, Fred?” asked Linda “Meriton Suites in Adelaide Street. We have adjoining...
Wake up everybody! We have to get ready for Cindy’s breakfast meeting, Linda shouted. Come on, we’re late already! Mouse groaned and rolled over. Can’t we just stay here and let you go to the meeting? Ret whispered, They’re already downstairs in the restaurant. Cindy, Fred, Mike, Diane and some new girl named Joyce. Okay then, we have to hurry. Let’s drain the bladder and go. Shower time after the meeting, Linda said. I’ll go along, but I may fall asleep during breakfast, whispered...
It was evening the day after Christmas when Linda arrived in Los Angeles. Since she was flying in from Honolulu, she could bypass customs and walk straight to baggage claim. Linda was surprised to find a guy waiting for her with a sign saying ‘Linda Spencer’ on it. When she checked with him, he handed her a note from Joyce, ‘Enjoy the limo.’ The driver collected her luggage and escorted Linda out to a black limousine. He drove her to the Charleston Hotel, and opened the door for her then...
I have been here for almost a week, recovering from my injuries. I owe my life to my saver, the priest that brought me here. The man of God, he has been taking care of my injuries. It’s hard to guess how old he is, from the thick beard that covers most of his facial features. He is a tall and slim man, always standing straight, full of confidence. It was late in the afternoon. For one hour I was struggling in bed to bring myself in an upright position. When the priest sees how much I have...
The smell of incense filled the air. I inhaled the scent, as I stopped at each Icon, made a cross gesture on my body before kissing the painting of each saint. Once finished, I made the same gesture on the large brass cross with the figurine of Jesus. I stood there, staring at Christ. “Jesus chose to die because he loved humanity and wanted to save us. To give us the chance to go to Heaven,” Father Petrou said. He appeared next to me. “You weren’t in your room or the garden. I figured you’d...
The streets of Central London were flooded with shoppers. With the festive season getting nearer, the shops were packed. Wherever you looked, there were pedestrians with more bags then they can carry. Their arms were swinging backwards and forwards, as they leapt in and out of shops. Everyone was getting ready for Christmas. I don’t come to the West End to buy gifts or browse the shops. I walk the streets of London hoping to see two familiar faces. I am searching for Goliath and his...
By ten-thirty I was in bed, compared to other night which was after midnight. I was up from the crack of dawn the next day. It was before Father Petrou arrived, with breakfast prepared for two. It was a full English breakfast, consisting of sausages, eggs, beans and toast. I was preoccupied over the cooker when Father Petrou startled me. “I hope you haven’t prepared anything for me, Tony? I am fasting,” he said. With two plates in my hand, I turned around. “Nativity Fast, right?” I...
Days turned into weeks, but time stood still for me. I expanded my horizons with Chris’s advice. With only ten days until Christmas, I hadn’t made any progress. My frustration began to show. To subside it, I trained longer and harder. I released my anger by jogging. Father Petrou noticed it as well, from my change of mood. He attempted to talk to me. It was Saturday morning. We were cleaning the garden, collecting the last of the leaves which had fallen of the trees. “Try and put it all...
I had confessed to Father Petrou that it was me who put the envelope under the bible. I kept a small amount for myself, not to spend on me, but for travelling expenses. I was planning on using some of the cash to buy a firearm, but without having the right contacts, it was not possible. Maybe it was better that way. The last thing I needed was the police on my tail. The only weapon I had was the old police baton. If appropriately used, it would be as lethal as any weapon. With my injury...
Gladstone Avenue was dead quiet at two in the morning. There weren’t many houses with their lights on. The only movement on the street was coming from the property Tatiana entered earlier. I still wasn’t one-hundred per cent she lived there. I walked past the house, taking a quick glimpse into the front garden. The two bold goons I saw earlier were still standing by the front door. They were guarding the entrance like a couple of bouncers outside a nightclub. I carried on walking down the...
As soon as I got back to St Barnabas, I locked myself in my room. I ripped off the clothes I was wearing and jumped into the shower. I scrubbed my body clean from any evidence I had on me. The clothing I had on I dumped in a black garbage bag, to get rid of later. All these items needed to be destroyed. My adrenaline was still high. I emptied the contents of the rucksack onto the bed, covering the bedspread with money. It took me a while to separate the notes into their category and count it....
It was two in the morning when the train rolled into Brighton Railway Station. If it hadn’t been for one of the passengers waking me up, I would have still been sleeping on the trains return journey. All groggy I staggered off the train. Once I went through the ticket barrier, I searched for the nearest bathroom to freshen up. After letting the water run for a while, I realised the water wasn’t warming up. As soon as the cold liquid touched my face, it fully woke me up. I was ready to begin...
Everyone around me was getting into the Christmas spirit, enjoying themselves. I stayed glued on that seat. With eyes like a hawk, I observed each person that walked through the entrance. As the evening progressed more customers rolled into the cocktail bar. It made it difficult for me to see everyone while being seated. I need to walk around. Sipping on my beverage, I casually walked towards the rope barrier. A small section of the rope was unhooked. A couple in their late fifties stood by...
Father Petrou’s voice woke me up. I checked the time. It was gone two in the afternoon. I lay there on the bed for a moment, just staring at the ceiling. “Tony, have you woken up yet?” Father Petrou called. “Give me a minute, Father.” “I’ll be in my office,” he replied. Fifteen minutes later I walked into Father Petrou’s office, under my arm the bag containing the money. My good friend, the priest, was reading from the bible which was spread open on his desk. If I hadn’t coughed, he...
It was a time of horrible raids by terrible marrauding hordes, which caused untold misery, fear and poverty in all of Pelopones. It was a time when Xena and Gabrielle were needed by all the towns, before it is too late, but she was nowhere to be found. The century before had been a good time for all, under the Cooperation Accord of Olympia, there was piece between all the polises, and Xena could concentrate on petty crime and feuding Gods. But now Xena had been on a mission in Asia for years,...
Después de lo que había pasado en el hotel aquel, no podía quitarme de la cabeza lo ocurrido.Antes de salir de la habitación me había dado un pequeño papel con la dirección de su trabajo y el número de teléfono.Había pasado ya casi un mes cuando encontré esa nota guardada en mi cajón entre mi ropa anterior, la saque y no pude evitar sentir que mi respiración se agito recordando de nuevo aquella verga en mis labios entrando y saliendo, sus venas marcadas.Cargue la nota entre mis libros unos días...
Ships, particularly warships, have watertight compartments to stop internal flooding from torpedoes, bombs, or other hull damage to the ship. Sailors slam the heavy steel doors (hatches) shut and seal them tight, also known as dogging the hatches. This keeps the ship afloat during times of crisis.Military people, particularly those who have seen combat, also have compartments. When you’re flying off of your leader’s wing (who is also your best friend) and he gets blown out of the sky and you...
Love Stories(C) Mojavejoe420 2020 Ships, particularly warships, have watertight compartments to stop internal flooding from torpedoes, bombs, or other hull damage to the ship. Sailors slam the heavy steel doors (hatches) shut and seal them tight, also known as dogging the hatches. This keeps the ship afloat during times of crisis. Military people, particularly those who have seen combat, also have compartments. When you’re flying off of your leader’s wing (who is also your best friend) and he gets...
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