Archive for the ‘M/F’ Category

Our tale began here. It had been four days since Roberta was able to reintroduce her bottom to a saddle and for once she opted for a riding skirt and with loose draws under them. She had even considered a small cushion for the hard leather, but since most of the ranch hands must have […]


The Red River ran hard and fast below her, faster even than she could ride. Roberta Rand-Daley knew that she could not cross until the water broadened out some and then she would have another problem, for where it got less rough and more broad, it began to run deep. Damn these rains, she thought […]


Red Heads Rule

27Feb20

But sometimes you still got to do what you have got to do. Enough said.


Part 1 here. Anette lay panting hard. Her bottom felt like she been blowtorched and she was absolutely mortified that the tears were streaming down her face. Dan had been spanking her for minute after minute and when it stopped was entirely his call. Before the paddle had touched her bottom she would have thought that […]


Part 1 here. Anette felt a surge of panic at what had almost happened; almost because all she had to do was… her mouth went dry…. “Machine stop,” she ordered and once last effort to pull her arms free of the machine. It might have worked too, if she had not been tipped so far […]


The Seal

13Sep19

The ever changing sea was grey green with patches of deep blue. Here and there were small waves forming transient triangles of black that vanished even as she watched them. To the untrained eye they might have been the fins of dolphins or basking sharks and Perdita strained a hopeful gaze in case this proved […]


Janice K had wondered her whole life what a spanking would be really like. As a teen she had been warned to be careful going out alone and that strangers were dangerous. She had always imagined that these dark consequences would involve a spanking. Deliberately she had flouted caution and put herself in danger. Of […]


Dr Josephine Chandler was not especially pretty, but as a dedicated archaeologist she probably couldn’t have cared less. She had little time for make-up, new clothes or taking a brush or comb to her indifferent mop of mid brown shoulder length hair. Today, as on most days, she wore a heavy dark blue cotton smock […]


1918

10May19

Part one here Tzara tried to catch her breath, and not only from the brisk pace Galen was setting. His threat to spank her had rattled her and a cascade of competing thoughts tumbled through her brain. She was so far out of her comfort zone that even her extensive xeno-training was no help. Also she […]