Spanking

I have a secret, a dark secret. I have a secret life. During the day and when my husband is home I am a mother and a housewife. I run my house and make sure everyone is out and about on time for work and school. I keep my house clean and make sure everything is in order. But once everyone is out of the house I become a different woman. I have an hour to get ready which includes a shower, my hair and make up. I am clean shaven and put on my uniform. My uniform consists of a...

A few weeks later I woke early to help my sisters fix breakfast. I rolled over to see Master Arik staring at me. I blinked fast feeling my heart beat wildly at the surprise of seeing him awake. He slowly smiled as I sat up; the covers exposing my breasts and my nipples hardening in the cool air. He reached forward and gently rolled my nipples between his fingers. “Come here,” he said huskily. I scooted a bit closer and he motioned for me to straddle his prone body. I lifted up one caramel thigh and lowered it over his olive...

Getting captured sucks. It tends to involve things like pissing yourself in terror, while terrifying Amazons hold their spears deathly still at your Adam’s apple, leaving you too afraid to so much as swallow. Getting taken prisoner sucks. It involves endless manacled marching and cruel whipping whenever you stumble or falter. Being sold into slavery sucks. It involves standing naked under the hot sun, as Amazons mutter and joke to each other about you, while your throat dries out and a thin layer of dust cakes you. The start of being a slave wasn’t so bad. The dust of the markets...

Hi This is my first story so please leave constructive criticism... It was the last day of the summer holidays and James was sitting in his social ed class. To say a little bit about James, he is a 14 year old boy, he is 5ft 9 with blonde hair and blue eyes. Plays rugby and does some boxing so he is fairly muscular and has an outstanding 7 inch cock with the diameter 2 inches. So James was sitting in his social ed class as his teacher rambles on about the summer holidays and how not to do anything stupid...

She was married off young. She was fifteen when she married a thirty-five year old man, his name was Rohan. She was afraid of him, and he was turned on by her. She was short, had well placed curves. Her breasts were fairly large for her frame and were often displayed prominently at the top of her bodice. Her name was Anna. Anna was not afraid of her future husband at first, but that all changed on their wedding night. She was standing in her dress as he stared at her. Inspecting every inch of her body. She shivered, no gentleman...