Student job (part 2)


Sophie could hear the sound of a young couple inside the changing room: the sound of light swats and giggling. With the lesson her boss had taught her just a few days ago still fresh in her mind, she suppressed the urge to peek on them. The changing room was placed in the basement of the sex-store where Sophie worked. It was meant as a private area where the customers could try out some of the many kinky items that were for sale. Sophie worked only in the weekends, on workdays she was a student. The heavy letter belt she wore beneath her dress – with a cold metal plate covering her pussy – would prevent any fun while peeking on the couple anyway. She wore that belt every day while working, ever since her boss had caught her peeking at the customers and playing with herself while she did. He had spanked her then too, it had hurt, but it had been exciting and arousing as well. Secretly, she wished for it to happen again.

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The gentleman (part 2)


It’s been a little over a week since Sam discovered Mike’s website and his stories. After reading that first one that seemed to have been inspired by her, she read many more. Each one resulted in the same warm, overwhelming ecstasy as she could not stop herself from masturbating to Mike’s kinky, well-written fantasies. Sam had never before considered herself kinky, she hadn’t given more than a passing thought to such desires. But in this last week, she had been unable to think of sex without such fantasies intruding and her sex-drive had gone through the roof, meaning she played with herself nearly twice as often as usual. Even her dreams hadn’t been safe. Sam had been single for quite a long time and she was starting to see that might need to change. In other words, she needed to get laid.
Now Sam is not the type of girl that goes to a club just to meet someone and she doesn’t like the idea of a fuck-buddy. Sam’s sexual experiences have always gone hand in hand with a strong emotional relationship. The problem is that there’s no one that’s caught her eye in a while. Except perhaps Mike, though they’ve only talked for just half an hour. All she knows about him is that he writes kinky stories for fun and is several years older than she is. Sam has never dated a man much older than herself, but combined with what she knows about him, his age actually seemed to make him more interesting to her. Sam wouldn’t admit it herself, but she was developing a crush on a man she barely knew. It wasn’t until her friends started noticing, catching her daydreaming and smiling at nothing, that she gave in to the impulse and decided to contact Mike again.

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Naughty wife vs. cheating secretary (part 3)


With a tray of sandwiches and a hot cup of coffee, Linda entered the building where her husband works. A couple of his co-workers know her, as she’s been there before, even though she works in a different building herself. She wonders if any of them had heard what had happened the day before in her husband’s new office. She blushed remembering it, how she had pretended to be his secretary just like in her dream. In bed yesterday he had texted her to bring him lunch and thus she was role-playing as his secretary again. If her ‘boss’ wanted more than just sandwiches for lunch of course, her husband would find out and spank her for ‘cheating’ on him when she got home tonight. Both prospects turned her on greatly.
John was waiting for her in his new office and Linda smiled as she placed the tray on the large wooden desk. She remembered vividly being bent over that the day before. “John isn’t here,” John said and Linda raised an eyebrow in confusion. “He’ll be back later, he’s in a meeting still,” Her husband continued. “So I thought I’d take the opportunity to talk to you.”
Linda blushed as she realized where he was going with this. “Oh, are you one of his colleagues then?” She asked.
“Exactly,” her husband said. “I was in the room next door yesterday and managed to overhear quite the interesting activities in this office around lunch time.
Linda blushed as if he really was someone who might overheard and not just her husband who at the time had been role-playing as her boss. “What did you overhear?” She asked.
“Oh, I heard enough.” The ‘co-worker’ said. “I also know you’re married and I’m sure you don’t want your husband to find out what a little slut you are, do you?”
Linda bit her lip. “No, of course not.” She said, even though her husband already knew of course.
“Well then, I know of a good way for a little slut like you to buy my silence.” The ‘co-worker’ said. He was standing next to her husband’s desk and started undoing his jeans.
With a blush, Linda knelt in front of him. It was embarrassing, pretending to be this slutty, but she knew her husband liked it. She liked it herself too, but only because they were role-playing. Things were getting complicated though: the ‘co-worker’ was blackmailing her to not tell her husband that she’d slept with her boss, though he already knew; and all three were being played by her husband. So complicated in fact, that she was having a hard time remembering it wasn’t real. Which made it all the more exciting.
After she’d finished off sucking her boss’ co-worker, he suddenly grabbed her by the hair and pulled her up. “You little slut.” He said. “I didn’t think you’d actually do it.” He pushed her towards the desk and Linda bent over, thinking he was about to fuck her as he raised her dress and pulled down her panties. “I know exactly what a naughty girl like you deserves.” He said as his hand smacked her bottom.
Linda grunted and moaned as each smack landed hard and firm. Only the day before they’d started using spanking in their sexual play and it seemed as if her husband couldn’t get enough of it. He quickly had her pleading and kicking her legs, still she couldn’t get enough of it herself either.

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The gentleman (part 1)


On other days Sam wouldn’t have thought twice about the encounter. It was a normal day in spring and early in the morning. The city was promoting a car-free day in support of the environment and Sam had decided to participate and take the train to work. A friend had given her a ten-ride ticket, al she needed to do was fill in the date, her place of departure and destination. Having forgotten to bring a pen, Sam had to ask one from one of the others waiting on the platform. The man who gave her his was a bit older than her; Sam was in her early twenties and he must’ve been around thirty. She would have normally considered him too old to catch her interest even though he was quite handsome. On other days she would have forgotten him immediately.

Sam had never taken the train to work before and had not anticipated how boring the half-an-hour ride would be without anything to entertain her. In front of her and on the other aisle, the man who had lend her his pen was typing something on a laptop. She tried to read along, but the text was too small at this distance. Curious as she was, she considered for a moment to take the seat next to him, but she did not want him to think she was interested in a conversation. Besides she would probably be disturbing him in his work. It was of this unsatisfied curiosity, that Sam was unable to forget their encounter, no matter how brief it had been.

Days went by without Sam seeing the man again, but she had not forgotten him. Her mind had transformed what should have been a simple memory into an intriguing mystery. Finally, when she could no longer take her wondering thoughts, she decided to look for him; if only to prove to herself that her dreaming about him was ridiculous.
She did not know if it was luck, or if this man commuted to work by train every day, but she found him again the very next day when she took the train to work. Sam felt a bit foolish when she saw him. She had gone through all this trouble just to see a man she had barely said five words to. Still, she knew she’d have to go through with it now or things would only get worse. She waited until the man took a seat and then moved to sit in the aisle opposite him. When he took out his laptop, Sam turned towards him and asked: “I’m sorry, I hope I’m not disturbing you, but may I ask what you’re writing? I’ve seen you on this train before and it seems like you’re often working on something.”
The man turned to her with a winning smile. “Just some stories,” he said.
Sam did not want to bother him too much; she wouldn’t usually just address a stranger for no apparent reason. But her curiosity wasn’t so easily satisfied. “What kind of stories?” She asked.
The man hesitated, some slight colour – it could have been a blush – appeared on his face. “They’re erotic stories.” He finally admitted.
With a blush, Sam reached for words, but found nothing to say. “Oh.” She managed. After staring ahead of her for a while, she noticed the man had put his laptop away and was making notes in a small notebook. He probably assumed he had chased her away with his answer. Who in his right mind wrote erotic stories on the train anyway? Sam thought. Too embarrassed to start up the conversation again, she ignored him for the rest of the ride.

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A peculiar gift


It had all started out so innocent for Anna. As a young woman with a healthy sexual appetite, she had been interested, but not experienced in a more adventurous sex-life. She was not a virgin, but her experiences thus far had been very vanilla while her fantasies were much kinkier than what her few partners had offered. To satisfy her curiosity, she had joined an online community that focused on anything kinky, from BDSM and exhibitionism, to activities she’d never heard of before. She made her own private profile, making sure all her personal details were hidden. Anna was the type of girl who was very confident with her own sexuality and her body. When the website asked her to add a picture to her profile, she chose one where she was wearing a provocative dress: very short and with deep cleavage. It was the type of thing she liked to wear in real life as well. Anna quickly made friends on this community, as a single girl in her twenties and with a broad array of interests, she was very popular. Some of her new friends were quite imposing, but she quickly learned which of them were genuine and who just wanted to use her for their own fantasies. Still, one of the requests she got most often was for her to post more pictures. Early on, Anna had realized that her provocative picture was actually quite tame compared to those of the other users. Nudity was accepted and often encouraged. Strengthened by the examples of others, Anna soon added more pictures of herself, wearing less in each, even posing in just her underwear. The response was immense. She got more friends and all her pictures got positive comments. Some of the things people said made her blush, but Anna truly loved the attention she received. While she had always been too shy to do anything remotely exhibitionistic, Anna felt safe in the anonymity of the internet. The community kept asking and Anna kept delivering. Soon she took off her bra as well, covering her breasts with her hands. Her panties disappeared as well, her nudity only hidden by sensual poses or strategically placed hands or objects. Anna knew at that point that some men were using her pictures while pleasuring themselves. The idea turned her on greatly, she loved the image of their greedy eyes on her naked body. She showed them more and more, just a finger covering her nipples to show off her breasts and then not even that; later spreading her legs to show a full frontal picture of her pussy or bending over to show her bum-hole. Her friends-list became too long to count, but only a small part of them reacted to her pictures, most just wanted to watch. An even smaller part messaged her privately, those were her closest friends.

Anna enjoyed those private chats even more than the comments on her pictures. Often she would get requests for a certain kind of picture and she’d do her best to please her friends. Oddly, while her pictures had evolved into a fully undressed, sexual repertoire; many of her friends requested pictures in sexy lingerie or kinky attributes. While exhibitionism might seem very kinky to most; pictures of young naked females are abundant on the internet, and her friends were looking for something closer to their own fantasies. Anna had a few sets of lingerie in her wardrobe, but nothing extremely sexy. When some of her friends offered to give her money to buy more, she refused. She did not want to seem like she was selling her body for money. One of her friends came with the solutions that he could buy a set for her as a gift. Still hesitant, but persuaded by the idea of owning such a sexy set of lingerie and showing it off to all her friends in the community, Anna accepted. She told her friend her measurements and her address to send the gift to. She was slightly worried about sharing this information, but still felt safe as most of her friends were from different countries than hers and her closest friends she trusted. The gift arrived nearly two weeks later, a sexy black set of lingerie with many extra ribbons and clasps. It was much kinkier than anything she’d owned before. She took dozens of pictures while posing with the set and shared the best of them on her profile. When she mentioned the set had been a gift from her friend, others started offering to buy her things as well. Overjoyed with the sexy set she owned now and desiring more of the same, she gave out her information to more friends. They did not all buy her lingerie, some bought whole costumes that fueled their fantasies. Anna posed for her friends as a naughty maid or a sexy nurse. Some send her leather shackles, rope or even a ball-gag. The kinkier each picture she posted, the more inventive her friends became with the things they send her. Some gifted her toys as well, Anna let them see how she played with a vibrator or showed them the sparkling butt-plug in her bottom. When someone send her a wooden paddle, she showed them how red her bottom had become from a self-spanking. She was now truly experiencing some of the kinkier fetishes in the community.

It didn’t stop there of course, the more Anna gave, the more her online friends asked of her. It didn’t bother her at all. In fact, she was always looking for that next thing with which she could surprise and delight them. They suggested she filmed herself as she played, so they could see her reaction to their gift. When discovering a gift and taking pictures of herself, Anna no longer just imagined the men masturbating should they see her; more often than not she played with herself as well, pleasuring herself before sharing the pictures on the internet. The idea of sharing this with her friends turned her on even more, and Anna started to share her first video’s with her friends. She had received a list of toys: implements she spanked herself with so her friends could see her bottom slowly turning red and toys she pleasured herself with afterwards so they could see how much she had enjoyed it. The positive feedback kept coming with each video and often some tips on how she could do it differently next time or things they wished she’d done. Some of the tips they gave her made Anna wish she’d known them beforehand to make her video even better. She joined a small platform where she could stream live video’s and invited her friends from the kinky community to come and watch. She never asked any money for her shows, but received even more gifts now that her friends knew they would be able to see her play live with anything they bought for her. Anna even scheduled weekly video’s now, at least once on Saturday afternoon and more on other days when she was particularly horny or interested to try out something new. It was around this time that she received a peculiar gift.

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Free e-book and new short stories


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I just uploaded my third collection of short stories to amazon, it should become available some time tomorrow (friday).

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In other news. I’ve had a busy week at work, but have a hot new story nearly finished. It’s titled ‘A peculiar gift.’ It should be ready some time next week. Stay tuned.

Is anything wrong officer? (part 3)


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The hallway outside the office was empty except for Maria. As head of the complaints department, she made sure of the privacy of her officers. Where she was standing, about two steps from the door, she could hear the sounds of spanking and a girl squealing inside. From the dozen officers that worked under her, only two knew about the activities that sometimes went on in that room, one of those girls was inside now. Sophie hadn’t done anything wrong of course. A young officer had used excessive force during an arrest and it was the complaints department’s job to make these things go away without too much fuss.
Unable to contain her curiosity, Maria stepped towards the door and looked inside through the small window at the top. Sophie was bent over the desk naked from the waist down, her bright red bottom pointing at the door. The man whose complaint she was dealing with, was whipping her with her own belt. Maria winced as she heard the girl whimpering. She was glad it wasn’t her bending over that desk. Most complaints like this her girls could handle, only for something big did the head of the complaints department bend over herself.

Maria felt she had changed a lot in the last month. She could still remember that first spanking while she was patrolling the streets. Funny how that had been a career-making move. As head of the complaints department, she had learned a lot about the task-force. Every rookie mistake, every inappropriate action was brought before her. Most of the time she managed to deal with it quietly. Tickets were shredded, files deleted, apologies written. The spankings were captain Reynolds’ idea; she’d gotten the first one herself when she was just a mere officer. It had been her own idea to include more girls wishing to earn a little extra. She had more ideas like that since working here. There was a surprisingly large demand for police-uniforms – people liked roleplaying – and an equally large supply of old uniforms she could give away. It wasn’t enough to stifle a complaint of course, but very few people did not appreciate a small gift after their complaint had been dealt with.

The spankings were the most successful of course. The hardest part was deciding when the person filing a complaint would be interested in such an arrangement. The one she was looking at now hadn’t been hard. The man who had been whipping Sophie – he had now stopped, Sophie was standing in the corner – ran an online spanking blog.
As the spanking seemed over, Maria knocked at the door and entered without waiting for a response. The man turned to look at her, Sophie didn’t move from her spot in the corner. “I hope everything has been satisfactory, Mr. Peeters?” She asked.
“Wonderfully so.” The man replied. “I wish I’d known before how you dealt with complaints in here.” He was grinning broadly.
“I assume you’ll wish to drop your complaint then.” Maria said, it wasn’t a question. “The paperwork is in my office. Do you know the way?”
The man nodded. “I’ll wait for you there.” He said, leaving her alone with Sophie.
“Are you okay?” Maria asked after he left.
Sophia hesitantly left her spot in the corner. Tears had run down her cheeks, leaving tracks of her make-up. “Yes ma-am.” She said.
Maria smiled at the girl. “Take your time to clean yourself up. After that you can take the rest of the day off. I’ll make sure that the paper-work gets filed and you receive your extra payment. I’ll see you again tomorrow.”
“Yes ma-am.” Sophie said. She was already getting dressed again.
Maria smiled. Sophie could take a good spanking, Maria didn’t know what experience she’d had with it in her past, but she’d figured out what Maria and the other girl had been doing by herself and had requested to be part of this agreement.

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Naughty wife vs. cheating secretary (part 2)


Linda arrived home late after her day off, her husband John was already back from work and waiting for her in the living room sofa. She no longer felt the effects of her spanking earlier that day, but still remembered it vividly. She dropped next to her husband in the sofa, nearly on top of him. “How was your day?” She asked.
“It started out great.” John replied. “Had a very… interesting conversation with my boss and a productive… meeting with m new secretary.” Linda blushed shyly. “But I got some disturbing news by the end of the day.”
Linda frowned. “Why, what happened?”
“I thought you could tell me.” Her husband replied.
His tone confused Linda, he nearly sounded like he was angry, but she couldn’t imagine what he was talking about. “I don’t know what you mean.” She said.
“Do you think I wouldn’t find out?” John asked. “One of your colleagues heard you and contacted me right away. Did you think no-one would notice if you had sex with your boss, right in his office?”
Linda’s confusion was complete. She’d never… She hadn’t even been at work today. She’d only been to John’s new office where she – Linda noticed the tiny curl at the corner of John’s mouth, that tiny smirk, telling her she was being teased – where she had roleplayed being a secretary having sex with her boss. Linda wanted to punch her husband on his chest and call him a bastard, but then remembered his accusation. One of her ‘colleagues’ had ratted her out. Had one of his colleagues heard them earlier today? Had John talked about what they’d done with his friends? She blushed deeply.
“I see you have nothing to say for yourself.” John said.
Still unsure of where he was going with this new twist in their roleplay, Linda couldn’t do anything but play along. “I’m sorry.” She said.
“You’re sorry?” John asked. “I love you Linda and I know you have a large sexual appetite, too large maybe for me to satisfy on my own. But I can’t let you get away with this.”
It was a punishment play, Linda suddenly realized. She had mentioned him giving her a real spanking earlier, was that what he was planning now, an even firmer spanking than what she’d gotten today? Her bottom started tingling at the prospect, her heart-rate increasing. “I’ll never do it again.” She promised, giving him her best pleading look, lips pouting and eyes open wide.
“No, honey, I know you better than that.” Her husband said. “When you want something, you take it. But if I can’t stop you from doing such things, I can at least make sure there is a price to pay. It will be up to you consider whether that price is worth paying or not.”
If it wasn’t roleplaying they were doing, Linda would be very surprised to hear her husband say such things. He was basically given her permission to cheat on him, for a price. “I will do anything to make it up to you.” She said, playing the now obedient wife.
“It may seem a bit old-fashioned.” Her husband said. “But perhaps a spanking will teach you the value of faithfulness in a marriage.” He took her hand and pulled her closer. Already sitting next to him on the sofa, Linda let him pull her across his lap.

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