Whap! The thin sapling came down on the young womans bare ass, breaking the skin and letting little bits of bark fly. My Master stood over her, regal and relishing his control of the situation. Bigger-than-life, for sure. I wiggled my fingers in her cunt, and noticed that there was a pattern. With each stroke of the sapling, her pussy swelled a little more and gushed into my hand.

Authors note: This story is entirely fiction, and crafted to fit the guidelines of the site, with hope. I do not know if my style of writing is enjoyable to many or any of you. So, this first chapter, contains no sex, but, if you enjoy it, and want me to continue with the story, please comment accordingly. If not, thats cool too. I may continue anyway :. Just trying something out here. I have never been unfaithful to my wife. The thought of being unfaithful was foreign to me. Marriage meant Id found the one.

I tremble quietly as I stand waiting for the International doors to open. Holding my green balloon, l stare aimlessly. My eyes locked, my body filled with excitement and fear. A tall handsome older man, wearing a long black coat and a big smile, slowly walks toward me. I cannot feel my feet as I am sure they are sinking into the earth. He stops only a metre before me and stares into my eyes, studies my face and says"Well hello". I feel tears rolling down my cheeks, a sense of warmth and great relief. We meet at last! It is a dark cold night.

She woke up as she did every night about : in the morning. She walked over to the little bathroom area and peed. As she headed back to their bed she noticed light under the bedroom door. Had her son left a light on or was he up watching television or playing a video game? She decided to see and perhaps talk to him if he was awake. She opened the bedroom door and went down the hallway past the dark

Heathers legs dropped to the bed. Her body went, seemingly, limp. I was surging into her when her ass fell flat to the bed and my entry was standard missionary suddenly. Her voice stopped. Her head turned, still, to the right. Sensing no reaction at all as my stroke finished, I then thought shed died. I let my body go flat, pressing against her body, sensing she was breathing.

Wow, exclaimed Mr High, that was some experience. And who are you going to share this experience with, may I ask? interjected Mr Low. That was a good point. Who on earth could I tell about all this? However, my aching, stinging backside took my thoughts away from the question: I had too much pain to attend to in the present to be bothered about the future. Plus, a slight complication had arisen. I had an urgent need to use the toilet. I hadnt relieved myself since first thing this morning, and now that the intensity of my beating was over and I was

Some people would say I have the luckiest job in the world. And some people would be right. I am a teacher of discipline. Dissatisfied husbands and fathers send their wives and daughters to me for lessons in obedience. The success of my one-time hobby enabled me to take early retirement from my office It is quite amazing in this age of political correctness that my current work should be flourishing, but I am not complaining. I have been doing this full-time for the past four years and last year I was even able to take on an assistant, Maria, a dark haired, late-twenties, lady whos height gives her a commanding presence and whos task it is to administer certain

You might want to read An Encounter, the first story, to see what started it all. The light was coming in around the blinds as he woke up. He thought he had dreamt that his roommates mother had given him a fantastic blowjob. It was a very hot and sexy dream! But then he remembered - it had actually happened! She had come out to the family room to talk to him and almost caught him masturbating.

I used to have a guardian angel who was a French Catholic priest from the th century - at least I did according to a fortune-teller I once visited in Blackpool. Being English and brought up a Protestant I figured that this relationship wouldnt last. It didnt. Now the only guides I have to steer me through lifes many challenges are the two voices in my head. One is positive, the other negative. I call them Mr High and Mr Low. Mr High is adventurous and bold, and the reason I get anything done at all.

I dont know it for sure and never thought to ask though I may now that it occurs to me but she may have been having an orgasm right then. I suppose at that moment I became daddy in this game, though it was never spoken this night or this moment and later things would change some. That role, though, is somewhat fitting for I was to become a form of a daddy to her the in two days and Id catch on to exactly what I was to her within a week. At this moment, I believe she would have wished we were already fucking. But, we werent.