Spanking

FIRST LET ME SAY- this is a true story, and it’s about my very first sexual experience it is also my first story so PLEASE don’t be too harsh with the comments. So it was my thirteenth birthday (I will describe myself. Reddish Brown Hair Light Blue Eyes and bigger Than Any Average 13 year old, I was about 5’5, very over developed C34 Breasts, and my ass is okay) Myself, and some of our friends, along with Zach (my boyfriend at the time He Was 16 almost 17 short brown hair and well over 6 feet not muscular but fit)...

I sit in the hotel room alone, nervously waiting for your arrival. My heart is pounding my mind is racing. I have dreamed of this moment since we first messaged one another. That fire and desire for you has been burning relentlessly since I first laid eyes on you and kissed your sexy plump lips in that park. My mouth has watered for you from that very small taste I got off my fingers after making you cum in your car. All these thoughts along with a million other from our many conversations run through my head as I wait for...

“Fuck, man. Carrying all this shit up these stairs is a bitch,” my friend, well, now roommate, Jack complains to me. “It was your idea to get a place upstairs,” I quibble in response. “Yeah, well I didn’t think about the stairs.” My friend and I are a couple of kids entering their freshman year at Hillside College. I know, sounds pretty generic, right? But hey, it’s a good start in a new place for us. “Johnny, go back down and grab the last few boxes.” “Let’s just go get them together,” I say. “Naw man.” “Why not?” “Because I’m too...

Second Job It was about 30 minutes to close when I was told that Ms. Ochoa wanted to see me after closing. Although I wore a pager per her orders, I never turned it on. Fuck her. First off, if the money from this job wasn’t going to help my son in college, I wouldn’t be here. Secondly, I’m a supervisor at my real job so I don’t take orders well. Thirdly, ever since the little prissy Mexican, Ms. Ochoa, became supervisor she had these little nit picky orders that were just bullshit. Finally, the truth be known, all Mexican’s were...

“Wear a skirt on Sunday. No bra or panties.” Sophia read the curt text and sighed. She had essentially been forced to give up everything else in her life just to pleasure Master Liam. Instead of going to culinary club on Thursday during lunch, she spent the time sucking on his balls in the Tesla. Instead of going to get boba with her friends on Sunday, she was going to lose her virginity to a senior she had only met two weeks ago. Sophia was terrified of the pain of losing her virginity. She read online about how painful rupturing your...

The crew are here. I can hear them laughing and banging around in the studio. It feels like I've been kneeling here for a long time, but the crew's arrival means it's only been an hour since... well, since... Since my white master bent me over his desk and showed me what I am Oh shut the fuck up brain. God what happened?! When I got here this morning I felt so empowered and fierce. I was taking control -- moving our relationship forward. Now I feel so helpless and feeble, kneeling naked under his desk and leaking tears and cum...