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Kushtaka

Would you sacrifice reason for the woman of your dreams?

In my village, there is a place on the beach where my ancient ancestors etched carvings into large boulders. Most of the petroglyphs are only visible at low tide when the ocean recedes far enough to reveal the mysterious markings. My Auntie tells me that...

The Village Spanker - Part 7

A further mature lady in the village hears about Simon Crowther's services, and gets to sample them

Simon Crowther, aged fifty-six, had lived in his cottage in an English village for about eight weeks now. The first six weeks were okay, he was welcomed into the village and had acquired some acquaintances, but not really any friends. The following two we...

The Village Spanker - Part 3

A third lady from the village places herself over Simon's knee for a long, hard spanking followed by a fucking

Fifty-six-year-old Simon Crowther's life had just taken an upturn, not that it was bad anyway because he owned his cottage and had enough money not to need to work. It had taken an upturn because, in the last two days, he had spanked and fucked two marrie...

The Village Spanker - Part 2

Middle-aged divorced male newcomer to the village gets a second mature woman visit him to be spanked and fucked

"Yes, Paula thinks that I would enjoy what she had," continued Lynne Miller, on the phone with Simon Crowther. "Well, Paula seemed to enjoy it, as did I," said Simon. "She said that you spanked a lot of ladies where you used to live," continued Lynne. "I...

The Secluded Cottage

A semi-retired dominatrix moves to a quiet village and comes across an inquisitive younger man

Nobody seemed to know much about the mature woman who lived, apparently alone, in the secluded cottage on the edge of a small English village. She occasionally appeared in the village shop but she seemed to keep herself very much to herself. She had moved...

Sister Colleen O Donovan - Part 2.

I was in a place I did not want to be. I had found an English speaking friend.

For several days, the villages toiled from dawn to dusk, building something almost next to my hut. Maria was clearly excited by the development. Joe had only been gone three days, yet it seemed like ages. There was a commotion going on in the village earl...

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The Scarlet Parcel

Heather is a single mother living in a pretty cottage in a picturesque English village.

A pair of blue-tits was fighting each other for exclusive access to the peanut holder Heather had just attached to the bird table. A female pheasant’s dull brown feathers twitched under a bush as it waited for Heather to return to the cottage kitchen. The...