Deb and Ken's Excellent Adventure Ch. 04

A Very Shameful Punishment Ch. 39 By Leslie Jones [This story features significant disciplining and involves bodily functions. If you find this bothers you, please read no further. All characters are over 18. My thanks to Susan Greenway for her kind permission to use one of her characters.] * Kate returned to her room imbued with good feelings emanating from her romp with WO3 Kathryn and CPT Elaine. This, on top of her earlier adventure when she tried out the new punishment dorks with her boss, LTC Rachel, had put her in a whirl of emotions, all powerful and positive. She recalled when she had turned 18 and her stepmom Jan had gradually recognized Kate's dominant tendencies and placed her in charge of the family members, all of whom were older than she was. Kate remembered too how she had been quite daring in disapproving her older siblings' permission slips to return to college until they satisfied her conditions. Then Jan helped her apply to go into the Correctional Service

Mark looked at the empty doorway. He couldn't believe that Allison would show at exactly the wrong moment. He jumped up, and made to follow, but he then realized that he was naked, and he'd never catch up. He glanced over at Audrey, who had shut the door and was walking toward him. Her dark hair had apparently been put into a bun while he slept. She was wearing a white terry cloth robe. She was also wearing a big smile. "Sorry, didn't mean to startle you," she said. "You look like you've seen a ghost." "No, no problem." Mark picked up his clothes that had been folded and laid on her roommate's bed. He covered himself. "I should go." "You know what?" "What?" "You're only the second guy I've ever slept with." "Oh, really?" Mark replied. He looked around the room, waiting for further punishment. Obviously, Kiara had somehow sent Allison, but that was likely only to be a warm-up ac

First the water comes up to his neck. Then it covers his mouth, then his nose, until finally it's lapping at his eyelashes. Diamond feels more relaxed than he has in decades. He lets himself sink down, lets his stress seep out into the sulphurous wet heat. Goddamn, he missed this. Firm hands come up to tug him down the final inches, and he spreads his legs wide. 'Ah-hhn.' That's the base of Pearl's dick, always the fattest part, always a spark of tearing pain and then his brother's balls are tight against Diamond's taint. He feels his skin hanging loose around jellied bones, like a ragdoll on a stand, like the only thing holding him up is Pearl's cock, a steel rod running into his core. He rests his back on Pearl's chest, feels it rise and fall with his own. With his eyes closed Pearl's warmth and the water's blur into a cocoon of comfort that is, for the moment, all he knows. They are still surrounded by the slow boil of adult voices, punc

>>> This is just a quick scene I've had sitting in my drafts for a while -- hope to expand it to a fuller story when more inspiration strikes! <<< The man beckoning me over has broad shoulders and a dark beard flecked with silver. I make sure to swing my hips as I pick my way through the crowded room to him so my heavy tits sway and jiggle until they threaten to spill out of my flimsy milkmaid uniform. Even though I just finished servicing a table of four, my teats are already straining painfully with each bounce and bulging obscenely through the thin white bodice. I've been one of the tavern's top milk producers lately, and while that keeps my customers satisfied and keeps me from receiving too much punishment from the managers, it comes at cost. I have to pump constantly in my off hours, even in my sleep, so my poor tits never feel that their supply has met the demand. And if I go more than a few minutes without finding customers to suckle them both, t

Everyone in this story is over the age of 18. ~~~~~~~ The heat of the day had taken its toll. I was feeling tired and impatient to get away. Hopefully, I would get home before the rain came again, so I could get my feet up and have some well-earned rest and relaxation, as I had been so busy at work. If truth be told, I felt as though I had been meeting myself coming back. There seemed to be someone in the shop all day. I hadn't even had the time to eat all my lunch before someone else came in looking for one book or another. A young man came in asking for a particular book. He looked me straight in the eyes, as he spoke. 'I am looking for a book called, My Secret Garden.' 'Yes, sir, if you will excuse me for a minute, I shall get the books for you.' I disappeared around the corner, getting some books with that title on them. When I returned, I placed them on the counter in front of me, saying as I did, 'Which book was it you wanted?' He looked at them, the

Anya stood outside the Heavenly Temple restaurant, looking up at the façade. It was a strange building to be sure, a mosaic of colourful swirls that must've taken ages to assemble, so very unlike the monochrome blocks the rest of the street was filled with. But apparently, that was the shen tian for ya. The strange aliens had only introduced themselves to the galactic council a few years back, and everyone was still trying to figure them out, but "colourful" and "swirly" did seem to be a big part of their modus operandi. They were fairly big -- or bigger than humans, anyway -- and resembled nothing so much as an octopus, with their bodies being made up primarily of long, sinuous limbs that could change in both colour and texture at the blink of an eye. They did also have a bulbous head to connect all the limbs, though it was perfectly possible that they only kept it on top and head-shaped in order to be courteous, and not because they needed to. Despite their