Spanking


Teaching Nancy

Nancy sighed as she closed the car door behind her. She had been delivering dry cleaning for nearly four months now, a fairly easy job, but still dreaded her last delivery. Most of her customers were fairly wealthy, snobbish, and made a point of being quick and polite with her, if not a little brash. No customer had ever really made her feel uncomfortable; not like Gregory Burgess. Nancy tucked her dark hair behind her ear before starting the car and glancing in the rear-view mirror. She didn't exactly try to make herself look ugly when she made the delivery to Mr. Burgess, but she avoided makeup. It wouldn't have really been possible anyway.

Katies Horror

Katie walked down the dark streets of the rows and rows of townhouses, smiling to herself as she did. The wind blew gently in the night, lightly playing with her long blond hair. The music and noise from the party she just left died away in the dark and cold night as she made her way back to her car a few streets away in the Car Lot. There's no sound except for the gentle whispers of the wind in the night air. Katie stopped at her car, putting her purse on the hood to fumble for her keys buried in the depth of it. Soft footsteps behind her begin. She stops cold in her movements, turning around to see if one of her friends were trying to scare her.

Barstool Bitch

"Don't you talk to me that way you little sassy bitch", I told her. She was pissed because I saw one of my ex-girlfriends at the grocery store and did a double take when I saw her. She looked hot, what can I say. She wasn't as hot as my current girlfriend, Michele, though. As pissed off as Michele was, I wasn't ready to release the tension in our little spat. I could ease the jealous thoughts raging through her mind by telling her how gorgeous she is and how much I was in love with her. But I wouldn't. At least... not yet. I had other things in mind.

The Dragon Tamer

Sre awoke tangled in Roscrow's arms, her face nearly buried in his powerful chest. She snuggled even further into his body, smiling when she felt him stir and slowly come into the waking world. He slowly turned over and stretched, before Sre laid on top of him, cuddling as close to him as she could. And then the house shook. A great roar resounded through the woods and it suddenly got very hot. Roscrow leapt to his feet, scrambling to get at least his breeches on. As Sre pulled on a long tunic, Baby's huge golden eye glared in through the window. Roscrow was about to go out to face the angry dragon when Sre grabbed his arm. "Wait! He'll listen to me!

A Slut's Confession

Now there are some husbands that fly off the handle at the merest threat of his wife being admired by another man. Then there are those that remain silent and bottle up the rage but take it out on her later in private, usually accompanied by violence. And then there are those, disparagingly pigeonholed as wimps or cucks, that actually enjoy seeing their beloved eyed up by strangers, and possibly more. Who is right? Well here's my story, you decide.