Dominant Female

The next day, a Sunday, was spent in a frenzy of preparation. I made several trips to the school. Things were coming to a head, and I could find neither a way, nor the will, to stop them. Much of my time was spent in a fog, doing things automatically while tantalizing images of the girl with whom I'd become so enamoured flitted across my mind in ever-more graphic detail. By seven o'clock, with the clear winter evening closing in, I was too aroused to think straight. (more...)

"Susan," I said "we're going to go have a cup of coffee." She grunted. I looked over at her: Stirrup pants, bare feet, a sweater, and hair like a wet mop. That's my girl, I thought to myself. Did she know how pretty she was, I wondered? "Don't grunt." I said, "It just makes you sound like a pig." Now she consciously snorted like a pig. I was partly angry, but found myself hiding a loud laugh with a smile. (more...)

Ask any teacher what the worst day is, and surprisingly few will remember the first day of work. The rumble in their tummy as they stand before a blackboard for the very first time, alone and without a supervisor seems to fade for them. It has never faded away for me, and I recall it vividly. In my case it was even worse than average. I had come back to my hometown after graduating college; disappointing my parents who had expected me to move out and be a big success "away" somewhere. I explained that I'd come home to "give something back to the community", but it was complete balderdash. What I was really doing was burying myself in my work, trying to avoid admitting something that no-one else knew. In college I had become Mistress to a lithe blond tart named Jacqueline "Tennisball" Turner. In some way, we'd been very much in love. I'd revelled in every whipping or spanking I gave her. (more...)

It was a beautiful spring afternoon and Jay didn't have a care in the world as he walked home from school! The sun was shining brightly in the clear blue sky and his thoughts were on maybe going for a swim in the old quarry pit on the other side of town when out of the corner of his eye he saw a middle aged woman falling down on the steps in front of her house!!! He raced to her aid and while helping her to her feet asked, "Are you all right, ma'am, that was a nasty spill!?!" "I-I think so," she replied obviously a bit shaken, "that was stupid of me, I've never done that before, but thank you for helping me up!!!" "No problem," Jay replied as he turned to leave, "I was happy to do it!!!" He was halfway down the front walk when she called out, "Say, would you like to step inside and have a glass of lemonade, I just made a pitcher full out of fresh lemons!?!" He was a little dry, and after giving it a moment's though nodded his head and answered, "Sure, that would be nice!!!" "Wow," he said as they walked through the living room on the way to the kitchen, "this place is really fancy!!!" Why thank you, uh I never did get your name," she replied, "I'm Linda and you'reЕЕЕ." "Jay," he shot back quickly, "I'm a senior at Central High, I'll be graduating in another month!!!" "Well," she said while pouring their drinks, "here's to the future graduate!!!" "Thanks," Jay replied as he took a long drink of the ice cold liquid, "mmmmm, this sure tastes good!!!" They drank for a minute or so in silence when all at once Jay began to feel a little light headed, he steadied himself on the counter, and after staring at his drink, he slowly slipped to the floor and passed out cold!!! The next thing he remembered was waking up with a spitting headache and the sensation of having his arms and legs being stretched hard in spread eagle fashion!!! He shook his head from side to side trying to shake the cob webs from his brain, and when he finally was able to focus he was stunned to find that he was in a dark basement and locked in a device that kept him immobile and completely vulnerable!!! (more...)

I went to a Catholic girl’s school, where we were under strict orders to dress and behave with exemplary modesty. When our plaid skirts rose above the knees we considered it daring. Nowadays there’s a lot of guff about “letting children express their personalities�, but I think our personalities were well expressed. As in many other environments where uniforms were the order of the day, we expressed our personalities in our dickeys (the abbreviated tie all the girls hated), in our hair ornaments (no more than two plain barrettes were allowed, but the boldest of us wore combs), and in our shoes. I was never the most daring, but I pushed the envelope a little, like we all did. When I was in tenth grade I was sent home to change my shoes by Sister Mary Chang, known to us all as the Dragon Lady. Sister Mary actually took a ruler and measured, determining that my heels were 3/8 of an inch too high for a Grade Ten girl (grade niners were only allowed flats). So when, to my surprise, I graduated in the upper tenth of my class, I found the heady and comparatively permissive atmosphere of a secular college a bit confusing. It was co-ed, for a start, and I didn’t have a lot of experience with boys. (more...)

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