The wedding ceremony

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Most wedding ceremonies take place in front of your friends and family. For Scarlett, this was only the case for two out of three of hers.
She had started the day early. Her friend Emma had already been waiting at the front door while Scarlett was taking her morning shower. Emma was a beauty-specialist and had come to do her friends hair and make-up on her special day.
The early hours of the day had passed in a blur. Luckily, Scarlett had planned the day perfectly and anything she’d forget, would be rectified by the master of ceremonies she had hired.
It wasn’t long before she stood at the steps of city-hall, her hand resting in the crook of her fiancé’s arm. Their witnesses stood behind them, followed by their parents, family and friends.
Lucas wore a dark, sexy suit with a gleaming white shirt and shiny blue tie. Her own dress was perfectly white, with pearls along the bodice and a skirt that dragged a long way behind her.
Traditionally, a white dress meant that the bride was still a virgin on her wedding day. It’s an old tradition though, and like many modern brides, Scarlett had chosen to ignore that rule and go for white anyway.
The ceremony at city-hall was the least pompous of them all. The room was nicely decorated of course and the official was affable and occasionally funny; but this just felt like doing the paper-work.
When they left city-hall, they were officially married. At least as far as the state’s concerned.

The second ceremony was at a church. It was past noon by the time her father was leading her down the aisle. They’d had sandwiches and drinks for lunch before they arrived.
It felt a bit odd then, having her father hand her over to her husband, when they were technically already married. But that’s just one of those oddities when combining a state and church wedding.
The church ceremony made up for everything the previous one was lacking. The church was beautiful with stained glass windows, golden candlesticks and large burning candles. The guests stared at her as she walked down the aisle while a cousin of Lucas played the wedding march on her violin. She saw tears in more eyes than just those of her mother.
It might not mean anything official except perhaps in the eyes of God, but it was everything she had hoped for.
When she left the church, she wore a ring on her finger and everyone was eager for the wedding party. Little did they know that a third ceremony was planned.

After the church wedding, but before the wedding dinner, all the guests were expected to rest or check in at the hotel. The young couple would go to the local park to have their wedding pictures taken. Afterwards they would all gather for a reception, followed by dinner, cake and dancing.
No-one but Scarlett and Lucas knew that there was one hour of freedom between their photography session and the reception.
The last part of the day would take place in a hotel’s banquet hall. Most guests had rented a room at the hotel and so had the young couple, the brides’ suite to be exact.
After making sure no-one had seen them, they made their way to their room. This was where the third and last ceremony would take place.
Scarlett and Lucas shared a secret that none of their friends or family knew. Early in their relationship, they had discovered their mutual interest in kinky activities like spanking, bondage and submission.
They had planned this secret ceremony to incorporate their submissive versus dominant lifestyle into their wedding.


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A rainy day part 3

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This is the last part of this series,you can reread the first two parts here:
part 1part 2
It is worth your time reading them again, as I have edited and improved both stories


“That’s the same skirt you were wearing yesterday, isn’t it?” John asked.
Emily blushed. It was the same skirt, or at least one of the same size as the one she’d been wearing the last two weeks.
Every day, she entered her boss’ office before going to her own desk and every day he’d mention her skirt was at least five inches short. Starting the day of with five solid smacks on her behind made her so horny, excited, happy even, that she never hesitated when he told her to bend over.

A little over two weeks ago, Emily had spent a day in the office without skirt or trousers. It had been an accident, but one with unforeseen consequences.
She had not expected how aroused she’d be, sitting behind her desk, half-naked for her co-workers to see. She wouldn’t have believed she’d had the nerve to walk among them in her panties; but she had.
She had enjoyed teasing them, loved the attention it had gotten her. Until, her boss had spanked her for such inappropriate behaviour.
That wasn’t why she was in his office now however. Ever since the incident, Emily had enjoyed teasing her co-workers. She’d begun wearing sexy, revealing outfits to work every day.
When her behaviour became unacceptable, her boss spanked her again. This time, he did not wait for her colleagues to hear and thus they had all heard what happened to her and how much she enjoyed the punishment.
Now, she was to submit to an inspection of her skirt every day before work. An inspection she failed every day.
She tried not to tease her colleagues anymore, but at that she wasn’t very successful either. Her boss had spanked her four more times in his office in those two weeks. He always fucked her after her punishment was over, but Emily would have to wait until after hours before she was granted the same release.

“Take them off.” John said.
Emily froze, she had already bent over halfway, ready for her five smacks to begin the day. Slowly, she pulled up the tiny skirt, revealing her sexy panties and the garter belt holding up her stockings.
“Did I ask you to pull them up?” Her boss asked. “Take them off.”
Emily blushed and straightened from her bent over position. She undid the zipper of her skirt and pulled them down; wondering what his plan was.
“Take off your blouse as well.” John said.
Emily undid the last of the buttons one by one, still blushing as he asked: “What are you doing?”
“It’s been two weeks, Emily.” Her boss replied. “And we’ve made no progress. If you can’t wear an appropriate outfit to work, you might as well wear nothing at all.”
Emily bit her lip as she placed her blouse on a chair. She remembered vividly sitting behind her desk in her panties. Was he going to make her do that again, this time in just her underwear? Her heart was racing with anticipation.
“Now your belt and stockings.” John continued.
Emily blushed as she sat down on the chair, slowly pulling off her stockings. How much was he going to let her keep on? Surely he didn’t really mean it when he said ‘nothing at all’?
“And your bra and panties, please.” Her boss said.
Emily gasped. “No, please.” She begged.
“Take them off, Emily.” Her boss said. “Maybe this will help you remember to put on something decent tomorrow.
Emily’s hands were shaking as she unclasped her bra. He was just punishing her. She thought, He would let her put them back on before she went to the office she shared with her colleagues.
She blushed deeply as she placed her bra with the rest of her clothes. Her boss might have fucked and spanked her, but he had never seen her fully nude before.
When she’d pulled down her panties, she stood completely naked and vulnerable before him.
“I thought of sending you to your office like this, young lady.” Her boss said. “But you would be too much of a distraction for the others.”
Emily sighed in relief. He wasn’t going to make her do it after all.
“So that’s why I moved your computer to my office. So you can work in here today.” John continued.
Emily gasped. The whole day in her boss’ office and without any clothes on. She’d have screamed of embarrassment if she hadn’t felt so excited at the same time.
“Your desk is in the corner. You can get to work now.” Her boss said.
“Yes, Sir.” Emily replied, blushing as she sat down behind her desk.
“Oh and Emily. Since you’ll be working here. I’m giving you a couple extra tasks.”

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The hotel manager

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It was late in the evening when John Michaels arrived at his favourite hotel. He was visiting the city for work and ever since discovering this particular establishment, he’d always made sure to stay there when work sent him this way. It was named The third corner, after its location on the corner of third street.
John was greeted by the desk manager when he entered; a young woman who—he thought—must’ve been promoted not that long ago, he was sure he’d seen her working as a serving girl on one of his previous visits.
The girl clicked around nervously on her computer, after John had given her his name. It seemed like something had gone wrong with his reservation. She sighed eventually. “I’m sorry Sir, it seems like we’re overbooked.”
John raised an eyebrow. “That’s unacceptable, it’s not like I can go anywhere else this time of day…” He answered, slightly worried.
“One moment, Sir.” The girl said. She picked up the phone and discussed the situation with someone he couldn’t hear.
Just a moment later, an older woman entered the lobby. John recognized her as the owner of the establishment.
“I’ll start the night shift early, Sophie.” She said. “You can take Mr. Michaels to his room.”
“Yes, ma’am.” The girl replied. “Please Sir, if you’d follow me.” She said to John.
John followed he girl as she led him past the rooms that were taken, into the back of the building. There was a small room with a large two-person bed. It was quite similar to the rooms he’d stayed in before, but not as tidy or clean.
“What is this room?” He asked the girl.
She blushed. “It’s my room, Sir. I sleep here after my shift, so that I’m here early in the morning to serve breakfast.”
“So, you live here?” John asked.
“No, I only work evenings and mornings. After breakfast I go home. But I do sleep here most days of the week.” The girl replied.
John nodded. “Well, it’s not the standard that I’m used to, but I guess it’ll have to do.”
The girl blushed again. “I’m really sorry for the inconvenience we’ve caused you Sir. To make up for this, I will personally serve you for the rest of your stay; should you wish a late meal or anything else. If you wish to punish me for my mistake, I will gladly accept that as well.”
John raised an eyebrow in surprise. “Did your boss tell you to say that?” He asked.
“Only, the first part, Sir. That I should personally make sure you had everything you wished for.”
“So you added the last part of your own accord? And how do you think I would punish you?” John asked.
“I’m not sure.” The girl said. “I didn’t really think it through, it just felt right to say so.”
“What would you say if I told you I was going to spank you?” John asked her.
The girl blushed and looked at him in surprise, obviously wondering whether he was joking. John looked dead serious.
“I guess, that would be acceptable. I was after all the one who made the mistake with the reservations.” She said.
John smiled, he hadn’t known that. “So you don’t think it would be wrong for me to spank you? You don’t feel too old, or find it too perverted?”
The girl blushed. “No, I think neither of those things.”
“Very well.” John said. He sat down on the bed in the middle of the room and gestured her to come closer. “Take off your jeans.” He commanded.


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His House, His Rules

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Hello everyone

It’s been a while since my last story.
This is because I’ve been busy these last few weeks reworking my novel: “Discipline for Charlotte”. With help from Stormy Night Publications, I improved and expanded the story and in return they published the novel under its new name: “His House, His Rules“.

I recommend checking out this new and improved version, even if you’ve read the old material, especially because there are some new and hot scenes.

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I’m very excited about this, because it’s the first time one of my works got accepted by a professional publisher. Take a look, post a review if you’ve read it and/or comment below.

Not convinced yet? Read the following excerpt:


Looking up as Charlotte returned to the room and seeing her standing hesitantly in the doorway settled his resolve as well.
With her face cleaned and her hair combed back, Eric was suddenly reminded of what an attractive young woman Charlotte was. She still wore nothing more than her underwear, a sexy set of matching bra and panties. Her bare skin looked soft, her eyes were opened large, her face full of anticipation, fear, and excitement.
It would be a pleasure having this naughty girl across his lap and spanking that bare round bottom.
“Come here,” he said, as he remained sat down on the edge of the bed. Charlotte approached him slowly, stopping right in front of him.
“I’ve been very disappointed with you today, young lady,” he said. Charlotte blushed and this encouraged him to go on.
“You really hurt my feelings when you threw that tantrum yesterday. I didn’t expect such behaviour from a grown woman such as yourself.” He paused to gauge her reaction, but Charlotte just blushed and looked down at her feet.
“At least you didn’t bother to put on a dress while you freshened up. After tearing the one you wore yesterday I think it’s fitting that you’ll get your punishment in your underwear. Next time then, you will think twice about being so careless.”
He looked at her and asked, “Well, do you have anything to say for yourself?”
Charlotte finally looked up at him, her red-flushed face unbearably cute. “No, sir,” she said. “Just that I’m sorry.”
Eric swallowed when she called him ‘sir.’ He felt the blood rush to his groin when she used the proper honorific without him telling her to. She stood in front of him with her feet crossed and her fingers entangled in front of her soft panties right in front of his eyes.
“Did you at least work on your applications today as you didn’t go to work?” he asked.
“No, sir,” Charlotte replied.
Eric shook his head. She was making it so easy for him. She really did deserve this spanking. He only hoped he could control his own arousal enough to concentrate on her needs.
“Get on the bed,” he commanded, placing his hand on the mattress beside him to indicate the right side.
“On your knees.”
Charlotte knelt beside him.
“Now, over my lap,” he said, guiding her across his knees.
He breathed deeply when her weight pressed down on his legs, her upper body resting on the bed beside him, her legs on the other side. Her back was arched, her bottom raised, round soft cheeks covered in the thin fabric of her panties, begging to be spanked. He placed his hand carefully on her behind, softly stroking her bottom. He wouldn’t hurry it this time. He would take his time, relax her into it, and then give her the spanking she deserved.
He hooked two fingers behind her panties and pulled softly.


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The girl next door

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Summer-break was only two days old and Sophie was already bored out of her mind. What was a twenty-year-old girl to do all day out in the suburbs, living with her parents? All year, she’d live in the city, among friends; but these two months of summer were lonely and dull. That one week in August when she’d go on a trip with her friends seemed still far away.
The problem was of course, that nobody near her own age lived close-by. She had no-one to hang out with except her own parents.
There was the couple across the street however. They had moved in last year while she was in college. They were the closest to her age by a far margin, somewhere in their late twenties.
Still, Sophie didn’t think they’d have much in common. Anyone who freely choose to live a boring, dull life in the suburbs couldn’t possibly have anything to offer a city-girl like her.
They were her only hope though, and alone in her room, Sophie stared out the window at the house across the street. It was dark outside and she couldn’t see much; but a light was burning in a room on her neighbours second floor.
Sophie wondered if they’d just forgotten the light, or whether they would be returning. She had turned off her own light so they wouldn’t catch her peeking on them if they did. She knew it wasn’t polite to spy on her neighbours, but she was bored and had nothing else to do.
When the door to the empty room opened and her neighbours entered, Sophie blushed. The man was wearing only his boxer-shorts and the girl was completely naked.
Sophie turned away from the window, embarrassed for what she had seen. She could not help herself though and turned to watch again, shyly moving towards the window.
The couple was kissing. The man’s back was turned to the window, so she could no longer see his naked wife. Her hands were grabbing his shoulders, her fingers digging deep into her skin.
Sophie couldn’t avert her gaze. She hadn’t seen the couple before. The man was very handsome, with broad shoulders and a well-muscled back. His boxers were tight across his hips and firm buttocks.
For a moment, she imagined those hands on his shoulders to be hers. She had not seen much of his wife, but that short glimpse of her naked body told her they looked alike. That same slim built with firm breasts and wide hips; the same pale skin and long brown hair.
When the couple moved to the bed, Sophie wondered if they didn’t realize everyone could see them; or if they were just caught up in the act. Nobody ever came outside at night in this boring neighborhood of course; but with their curtains open and lights on they were in plain sights for peeping toms like Sophie.
When the man turned around to sit down on the edge of the bed, Sophie admired his broad chest before admiring his wife. Her pale skin looked soft and vulnerable in the light, looking in from the darkness.
She knelt on the bed, but did not straddle her husband like Sophie had expected. Instead, she bent down and draped herself across her husband’s lap. With her hips resting on her husband’s knees, her bottom was raised high in her air.
Sophie blushed when her neighbor spanked his wife. She watched in fascination how he raised his hand and smacked her upturned bottom; how his wife arched her back and rocked her hips, obviously enjoying the treatment.
As a college-girl, Sophie considered herself far from innocent; but she had not expected this boring, suburban couple to be so kinky. While she was adventurous herself, Sophie’s experiments with BDSM hadn’t gone farther than blindfolds and handcuffs. She’d certainly never been spanked.
Her neighbor’s spanking turned out to be more than just a few playful swats. Her husband’s hand kept raining down on her raised bottom while Sophie watched.
Sophie nearly pushed her face up against the window, trying to see what was happening. She wished she could hear them; she could imagine it lively: the sound of the spanking, the moaning and squealing of her neighbor.
She imagined she could see a trace of red on her neighbor’s bottom, even from this distance all the way across the street. Her poor bottom must hurt, but she did not show any signs of struggle except for the occasional kicking of her legs or shaking of her head.
When the woman slid down from her husband’s lap, Sophie wondered how long she had been sitting at her window, how long she’d been staring.
Now kneeling at her husband’s feet, Sophie could really see the shade of red on her neighbor’s bottom. She could not see what she was doing; but the motions were obvious when the woman bent forward, putting her face right in front of her husband’s lap, bobbing up and down as he grabbed her by the hair.
Sophie blushed as she witnessed her neighbor giving her husband a blowjob. Was she thanking him for her spanking, or making up for whatever it was that had gotten her spanked? She wondered.
The woman stood up at a command Sophie could not hear. She got a short glimpse of her neighbor’s erection now that his boxers were down, before his spanked wife straddled his lap.
When the man grabbed his wife’s sore red bottom in both hands, Sophie felt her own hands reaching down into her trousers. She gasped when she noticed how wet she was. Her panties soaked with arousal from watching her neighbor’s spanking.
She blushed deeply, but could not help herself as she touched her hot pussy and swollen clit.
After the long and sensuous spanking, the aftermath was quick. Her neighbor rode her husband roughly until – Sophie imagined – they both came with loud and shuddering orgasms. Sophie herself, who had been watching this whole time, had not enjoyed the same physical sensations; but she came just as quickly as they did. Shuddering uncontrollably, she moaned softly as she leaned against the window, still spying on her neighbors.


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The fake appointment

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Sitting outside in the waiting room, Emma was wondering how long one of these sessions could take. Her friend had left over half an hour ago and she was still waiting in this dull room, accompanied by only a handful of magazines.
Emma was here as a favour for her friend, even though her didn’t know it. Evelyn was now with the councillor, discussing her study habits. Her grades had gone into a freefall ever since she had broken up with her boyfriend, almost a year ago now.
Emma and her other friends had felt they had to intervene, to save her friend from throwing away everything she had worked for. Of course Evelyn had not believed she needed counselling, until Emma had lied to her and told her she came here every week herself. Emma had the best grades in their class, if she found help here, Evelyn had believed her she could as well.
Emma of course had better ways for spending her Saturday afternoons. She had never been here before. In fact, she was already dressed for a night out with her friends, a short black dress barely long enough to cover the top of her dark sheer stockings, high heeled boots, a touch of make-up and some curls to her hair.
She was slightly surprised when the assistant came in and told her the councillor was ready for her. She had almost forgotten she’d had to make an appointment for herself as well, to keep up with her story. Of course, for her the session couldn’t take as long. Emma had never had any problems studying, in fact in her twenty years of age she couldn’t remember ever needing to do more than just reread a subject before a test.
With a stack of tests and assignments under her arm – all she could find from the past month and all with high grades – she followed the young woman out of the waiting room.

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Student job – part 3

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Sophie stood stock-still in the store’s basement while the customer fastened a black leather collar around her neck. Ever since her boss – the owner of the sex store she worked at – had given his friend permission to spank her; she’d been helping out the customers in various different ways. She had gotten a few spankings since then, but not many realized her offer to help went as far as that. She had also let someone tie her up with ropes to test their strength and had showcased various sets of lingerie for some very happy customers; it did look better on a real girl than on picture on the box after all. One shy girl had asked her how one of the vibrators worked, so Sophie had shown her in the privacy of the changing rooms and another customer had wanted to try out the various types of nipple clamps on her. The more work Sophie had done, the more confident she had become; she was no longer shy about her nudity or arousal. She had started to serve the customers out in the store, leaving the changing rooms available for other couples. This had also lowered the sexual tension in the store as customers would be less shy about entering a sex store when such activities could be openly discussed and even practiced. They were also more inclined to participate and thus buy things when they were aroused by Sophie’s aid or even just seeing her help another customer. It reminded Sophie at times of the tasty samples at large stores that lured you into buying their products. Two other people were looking at her today, while she was trying on collars for this customer. She wouldn’t be surprised if they as well would be considering how their partner would look like with one of these collars on.
“Perhaps I should take off my shirt.” She said as the customer was still hesitant after she’d worn nearly a dozen different collars. “It’ll give you an idea of how it will look like against bare skin.”
The customer raised an eyebrow. “Eh, sure.” He said, obviously surprised as the offer. “I guess I’ll make her wear it more often without clothes after all.”
Sophie smiled as she started undoing the buttons of her shirt. She didn’t really think this would help him make a choice; but seeing her nearly naked would certainly arouse the customer greatly. His desire would certainly speed up the deciding process. To make sure her plan worked, she unhooked her bra as well to uncover her breasts. The other customers came closer to have a look, no longer hiding their interest.
Sophie did not blush when the customer licked his lips as he stared at her. “Could you try on this one again?” He asked while handing her one of the other collars.
“Of course, sir.” Sophie replied; replacing the collar she was wearing with the one he offered. Truth be told, she was deeply aroused to be bared in front of these strangers. It was odd to realize she hadn’t known this aspect of herself until a few weeks ago.
“Yes, that’s perfect. I’ll take this one.” The customer said.
“A great choice, sir.” Sophie said. “I like this one as well.” She handed him the collar she was wearing and started to dress again. ‘Success!’ She thought. Just one glimpse of her breasts and the choice was made. The customer looked disappointed for a moment when she started to dress again. He must’ve just realized he could’ve asked her to try on the others as well; to be able to enjoy the view for just a bit longer.
The other customers closed in on her, probably itching to ask her for her help now that they knew how helpful she could really be. But before they could ask their questions, a voice came from upstairs: “Sophie, could you come up here for a moment, please?” It was her boss.

After excusing herself to the customers, Sophie made her way up the stairs. Her boss did not often call for her during work. He had not spanked her since that first time either. But ever since, she had that slight feeling of dread whenever he called. Had she perhaps done something wrong, was she perhaps in trouble and would she be spanked again? So far, she hadn’t, sometimes she felt disappointed that it hadn’t come to that again. “How can I help you, sir?” She asked. Her boss was waiting for her by the register.
“I wanted to ask you a favor, Sophie.” Her boss said.

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