Monday, January 23, 2017
The future - Part I (F/M)
Hi Everyone,
A poll I ran last year indicated many people are interested in F/M stories. Here's my latest attempt. Please excuse me as it's a bit long winded and the "action" barely starts at the end of the story. If there's sufficient interest I will continue.
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Evan walked awkwardly down the hall. He was dressed in one of those gowns they give you at the hospital. Thin, flimsy cloth that loosely draped in front down to his knees. In the back, tied closed by a few narrow strips of cloth. Definitely embarrassing. Most the times he kept his head down, embarrassed at his appearance. But he was forced to look up from time to time as he searched for office C5. When he raised his head, he'd catch a glance at the others occasionally passing him. Some were like him, dressed in ill fitting gowns and keeping their heads down. Some seemed to be walking gingerly. There were others walking about in suits or office wear. It was a busy hall.
Finally he spotted it. C5. A plain wooden door in the middle of a white wall. The other doors seemed spaced far apart. He paused at the doorhandle and then with a deep breath opened it and stepped inside. It was not at all what he expected.
Thursday, January 19, 2017
The Awakening - Part 1 (M/F)
A guest author has kindly submitted this real life account of her recent introduction to the world of spanking. Enjoy.
I'm a 25 year old teacher. I married my wonderful husband in last year and quit work at the same time to become a house wife. He is 16 years my senior and quite an eminent classical guitarist. This means that a strict regimen of 4 hours a day of practicing must occur for him to maintain his wonderful skill. Prior to my moving in, I had not had a true appreciation for his dedication to his art for we'd only been able to see one another on weekends or the odd day that I had off.
Moving in has come as quite a shock. He practices for four hours and lectures for eight hours at a prominent music college leaving me idle and frankly feeling neglected. I felt duped at first, as though he had concealed what would be a lonely lifestyle for me so as to entice me in and trap me. He's an authoritarian and very old fashioned, he likes dinner on the table when he gets home and then it's off to practice. That having been said he's very loving and when we're together nothing could make me happier.
I'm a 25 year old teacher. I married my wonderful husband in last year and quit work at the same time to become a house wife. He is 16 years my senior and quite an eminent classical guitarist. This means that a strict regimen of 4 hours a day of practicing must occur for him to maintain his wonderful skill. Prior to my moving in, I had not had a true appreciation for his dedication to his art for we'd only been able to see one another on weekends or the odd day that I had off.
Moving in has come as quite a shock. He practices for four hours and lectures for eight hours at a prominent music college leaving me idle and frankly feeling neglected. I felt duped at first, as though he had concealed what would be a lonely lifestyle for me so as to entice me in and trap me. He's an authoritarian and very old fashioned, he likes dinner on the table when he gets home and then it's off to practice. That having been said he's very loving and when we're together nothing could make me happier.
Saturday, January 7, 2017
Happy New Year!
Hi everyone! I'm still here. Just been too busy to write. I have a lot of ideas however and hope to post more often. I would like to ask a favor. Although I have over 2 million views (!) there are not too many reactions on the stories. Please select one of the reactions so I can determine which stories are popular. It's anonymous and only takes a second. Thank you.
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