"Yes, he has got a lot to answer for, Beckham," Helen admitted. "He sort of made tattoos acceptable. I still don't really like them, although..." She was what is often described as a "respectable married woman", ten years into the marital marathon and lea...
I had her banged to rights, and there was no denying the evidence of the eyes. The maid had been pilfering money from me for quite some time, taking only small amounts each time and hoping I wouldn't notice. But I had seen and now would confront her with...
It was not yet 10 AM when Ms. J ordered me out of her bed. “Get going. You still have to make up for missing yesterday.” I felt her eyes on me as I got dressed, but did not dare meet them. She was naked, still damp from her orgasm as were my lips and chee...
The day after she allowed me an orgasm, Ms. J had me wear the butt plug to the library. As previously, she said it was to keep me from getting the wrong idea of our relationship. “Hormones are powerful,” she said. “They make you do stupid things.” She was...
After the craziness of the first few days, things settled into a routine. Foolishly, I got careless. The pain of the punishment Ms. J prescribed was mild compared to how bad I felt for failing her. I was determined to put in extra effort to try to solve t...
Ms. J used me for things that were private and personal but not intimate. You don’t consider the feelings of a buttplug. You lube it up, use it, clean it, and toss it back in the drawer. Does a buttplug enjoy its work? The lobby and stairs were empty at 8...
Ms. J was not my type. I don’t think that she was anyone’s type or that anyone was her type. By the way she dressed, I would have guessed she was a lesbian—and not the lipstick kind. My life and spank bank were full of taller, blonder, nicer women. How di...
