She was standing, arms stretched above her head, suspended from a leather leash that ran from her cuffs to a hook in the ceiling. She was fastened securely, and grateful that she was not bound too tightly. She hated being whipped while she was pulled up on her toes. "Ohh!" she cried out - she had … Continue reading Punished
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Olivia Gets Paddled
I was bent over the end of the bed. It is a high bed, and I am a short woman, so with my torso on the bed, my toes just touch the floor. I am naked. I have been directed to take my clothes off and fold them neatly, which I did. Now there is nothing between me … Continue reading Olivia Gets Paddled
The Punishment (co-written with Sir Jon)
"Selina came to kneel before him after her bath. Her hair was still slightly damp and she wore the caftan she knew he loved. He could tell something was wrong. It was plain on her face, and her head was bowed lower than normal. Whatever it was, he knew she felt the need to be … Continue reading The Punishment (co-written with Sir Jon)
When He Says No
It is the coolness in his voice that does it, the way he looks at me when he says, "No. I told you 'no,' and you knew then that there would be punishment if you didn't think I meant it." i can't protest, the gag allows only moans, noises without form. i bow my head. "Down," … Continue reading When He Says No
Disrespect
"...sheer disrespect." i barely hear the words, it's the tone that makes me look up from my computer, and then the words register, and i think, "oh, shit. i'm in trouble now." "Have you heard a word I've said?" "i'm sorry, Sir -" "Are you working?" "No, Sir. Not really. Just, um, just reading an … Continue reading Disrespect
i imagine (14)
{If you’re just starting to read now, here’s the beginning of this story. After that beginning, it’s all “i imagine” by the numbers.} By the time Sir Martin leads me back to my room, i am trembling with longing, wanting more of his caresses, wanting to kneel at his feet again, and wanting to be allowed … Continue reading i imagine (14)
i imagine (13)
{If you’re just starting to read now, here’s the beginning of this story. After that beginning, it’s all “i imagine” by the numbers.} He leans forward, stokes her hair, kisses the top of her head. i want to die. "I would make you cum," he says - to her - "but your Sir tells me … Continue reading i imagine (13)
An Open Mind
'What's on your mind?" he asks. Deep in thought, i say, "Nothing, really," but then i hear what i've said and see his face, eyebrows raised. My eyes widen, and i swallow hard, wishing i could take those careless words back. It is, of course, too late. "That's ten," he says casually. "With the crop … Continue reading An Open Mind
So many thoughts…
i found a blog that turned the heat up on a bunch of ideas that have been simmering on a back burner for a long time. i'll link to it as soon as the owner lets me know he's ok with that. He is clearly on a mission, and it's important to me to make sure … Continue reading So many thoughts…
Goals – the next day
i wake up early. i lie there for a minute, trying to remember what's different today. Then it comes to me - oh. Yes. Oh. I want to go to the bathroom, but i can barely get out of bed. One ankle and one wrist are attached to the bed. i could untie myself, theoretically, but … Continue reading Goals – the next day
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