Buttplug Stories

The next day, the smell of something delicious woke me up early again. I could hear laughter and the clinking of pans from the kitchen. This time, as I padded in, it was Margaret, Jenny, and Benjamin all standing naked in the kitchen, cooking breakfast together. Their bodies moved in a harmonious dance, each knowing the others' rhythms as they whisked eggs, sizzled bacon, and toasted bread. Margaret looked over, her eyes...

It had been about a week and a half since Crystal and I talked with our principal, Gary Pudwell. We had gone out to dinner several times in public and to the movies, and she would come out with me when I had recess duty. On Tuesday morning, Christina Howard, a forty-five-year-old second-grade teacher, stopped me in the hallway before school. “Can I ask you a personal question?” she asked. Without a pause, she continued, “...

Phil ended the unexpected call with Tracy, both surprised and excited. Surprised because she’d taken the initiative to call him to set up some weekend fun and excited because that fun entailed her spanking him at the park. It was only a couple of days ago that he’d had Tracy across his knee, giving her the spanking she’d craved for so long, and he’d expected her to want more. He knew he would be in the same situation. His...