Thanks, beguiling, but it was a true one.

It wasn't as if she didn't give me plenty of hints--she did. But I was afraid that if I spanked her, I'd just be taking advantage of her for my own pleasure. But I should have spanked her. I should have taken her somewhere private, told her to take her pants down, and then taken her over my knee. I ...

I was moonlighting at McDonald’s at night for some extra money, and there was where I met Maggie. She was one of the assistant managers, and, well, what can I say? She was a bit on the heavy side, but she had beautiful eyes, a great smile, and just a certain way about her. “A certain way about her” ...

The sun streaming through the windows caused Cathy Jean to awaken a few minutes before the alarm went off. She blinked, stretched, and turned to switch off the alarm clock, but she knocked it off the nightstand and it hit the floor. The batteries popped out, and Cathy Jean swore softly as she went a...

As Ellen woke from sleep on Sunday morning—on her side, as she always slept—the encounter with Mr. J seemed only a dream. But as she turned onto her back, the lingering soreness in her rear reminded her of how real it had been. It hurt a bit more as she came to a sitting position with her feet on th...

Ellen sat on her bed in the dorm room, her knees drawn up to her chest, and tears in her eyes. She was glad her roommate had gone home for the weekend; she didn’t want anyone to see her this way. Only a few weeks ago, Ellen was thrilled with the idea of her freshman year. She was away from home, on ...

Lee Grey (nee Holloway) sat on the front porch watching her new husband drive off to the law office on the morning after returning from their honeymoon. She remembered his taking her, hard and rough, up against a pine tree, her arms tied behind her to the tree, and how each thrust ground her bare bu...

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Six months after the inauguration, the nation was still not used to the fact of a woman president. The press made much of her, the television cameras were always on her, and her every word and action was the matter of discussion and debate. Of course, her looks didn’t hurt all this. Tall, slender, w...

I pull into Sir’s beautifully manicured yard and drive around to the building behind the house. From the outside, it looks like an large, old-fashioned barn, the wooden kind, silvery gray from years of sunlight where the faded paint has peeled away. But to the few that are privileged—so to speak—to ...