A Story of Angels and Demons I know not who might read this journal, and readily acknowledge that my story seems scarcely believable. But I swear on my soul that everything I shall record here is true. My name is Doctor Nicholas Dalton, I am the nephew and heir of…

The beauty of spanking is that if done right, it can smoulder for hours, even though the smacking itself might only last a matter of minutes. Once ignited, the burning sensation lingers, spreading and throbbing, until it occupies the mind, and dominates the senses. Glowing, smouldering, simmering, burning, blazing. We…

Most define their sexuality by the gender(s) they find attractive. …

And then she announced: “… the next item on the menu… will be bare licked cunt…” She let her words hang in the air, where they seemed to charge the atmosphere between us like a tiny erotic thunderstorm. In the vast treasure trove of my memories, that one moment blazes…

Continuing a new series of 500 word stories The young ladies of 6B should have known better. Left unsupervised, the class had degenerated into infantile rowdiness, shrieking and cavorting like silly little schoolgirls. Yet their headmistress had decided against caning the twenty rascals, aware spanking rarely reformed the boisterous. Pink…

Continuing a new series of 500 word stories “Ladies and gentlemen, welcome to Domme Air. Be quiet, and pay attention.” “We have just entered international airspace, beyond the jurisdiction of domestic aviation regulations. New stricter service rules will now apply.” “Your cabin crew of fully qualified disciplinarians will shortly make…

Continuing a new series of 500 word stories A naked portrait hung opposite her boyfriend’s bed, her fingers straying into the glistening gash of pink between her legs. It had been a surprise present. She’d wanted him to lust over her whenever they were apart. …

Continuing a new series of 500 word stories A magnificent, unmistakably feminine, gothic arch soared high above her head, resembling the vulva of someone sitting with her legs splayed. Just as she was. She stared upwards, towards its apex, to where the clitoris should have been. …

Continuing a new series of sub-500 word stories Yelena had always been an outsider, regarded with uneasy suspicion by folksy neighbours fearful of her unnatural talents. Anxious of the bold iconoclast who dared challenge the staid conventions of their parochial rural world, whispers started, of witchcraft, that their misfortunes were…