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No Right To Shoes - Part Two

A knock on the glass door of our office surprised me and I glanced up to see a young man with sandy blond hair, dressed in jeans and a green polo shirt, standing on the other side of the glass. He had a two wheeled dolly with a huge cardboard box on it and he waved at me with a grin. I admit, seeing Alex brightened my day and I got to my feet to open the door for him.

And instantly regretted

No Right To Shoes Part One

Laura Ingalls Wilder once wrote, “The real things haven't changed. It is still best to be honest and truthful; to make the most of what we have; to be happy with simple pleasures; and have courage when things go wrong.” It’s a pretty good axiom to live by and I’ve taken some measure of comfort, reminding myself that things could be worse.

I could be living in a little house on the prairie.

Punishment Essay - For Master Shadow

Hi. I suppose I should start by explaining myself. My name is Breanne. Breanne Erickson, and I’m a nympho humiliation pain slut.

I know. Extensive, fancy title for a girl who basically walks around in public, essentially offering her ass to any and all comers, for pokies and spankings, all for free. But I worked damn hard to get that title and I’m sticking to it. But that’s not what this is

Faith In Humanity

“Are you ready?” Paul asked me, giving me an uncomfortable, somewhat skeptical look. His sandy brown hair was cut short and he’d put on some muscle since the last time I’d seen him. Now, in his early twenties, he was much more man and less teenager, and I liked the change in him. I reached out and patted his arm, though I admit I wasn’t exactly feeling calm about things either.

Ready, in my

Splattered

“What could you possibly want to show me out here?” I shouted over the downpour. Heavy raindrops didn’t just fall from the sky, they poured, as if the heavens had opened up and every fucking angle was sobbing their heart out. I walked barefoot next to him, already soaked from my bare little feet up to my waist, which wasn’t a good thing considering all that I was wearing was a simple, white,

Oil Slick

When I opened the door leading into the atrium, the blast of cold air felt good upon my skin. It was early, too early actually, and the building was still quiet, drifting out of the sleepy emptiness of night. The other office on the ground floor was dark, as was the small lobby belonging to the interior design firm that catered to the ultra elite and idiotically rich of the city's wealthier

The Check

I checked the time on my phone and stood up, smoothing down the material of the dress. My black strap stilettos, the ones with six inch heels, didn’t make a sound on the carpeted hallway as I walked down to see Kari. As I expected, she wasn’t in her office, so I took the ninety degree turn, passed the door to the small kitchenette, glanced to the left, and found my golden haired goddess hard

A Quick Punishment

“Alright, Bre. Head down to the punishment closet and strip,” Kari said as she opened the door to the office and let me in. We’d spent the morning working. Or more accurately, I’d spent the morning writing, while Kari had done her thing back in her art room. Except, I knew what was coming the moment we got back.

I gave her a hesitant look, but bit my lip, not to mention the retort. Kari

Punishment's Folly - Part Three

(This is Part Three of Punishment's Folly, which means that if you haven't read the other two parts, you might be a little lost. So let me provide a map. Click here to read Part One. Click here to read Part Two.  - Breanne)



 

I made it to my desk only to see Jose, our day porter, lingering in the atrium outside. He grinned at me, his pert little mustache wiggling, and he lifted both of

Punishment's Folly - Part Two

(Guess what? This is Part TWO of Punishment's Folly, so if you haven't read Part One, you need to do that first or you might be a bit confused. - Breanne)

I sat at my desk trembling, the RVP twisting and shuddering inside me. The tips of both breasts throbbed, the weight of the shirt pushing on the clothespins sticking straight out from my nipples. My knuckles were white and from the amount