Spanking Stories

In the style of a 1950s Domestic Bliss/Domestic Discipline featurette, heavily illustrated, explore attitudes about girls and modesty, CMNF,spanked rosy butts were a small price to pay for obedient daughters and domestic harmony. Women were responsible for the appearance of the home inside and out, dressed up to clean house and cook dinner, peer pressured one another in an idealized suburban version of Stepford Wives that needed no mind control, Pure Embarrassed Nude Female stories

A story in the Lesbian Romances Universe
Clarita owes the mountain her seventh daughter’s seventh daughter. Michelle breaks every salt line she finds. Hate becomes hunger, hunger becomes rope and brand and fist. To keep the witch in the walls fed, they pay with blood, welts, hot wax, and shattering squirt under the Mothman’s red eyes. Love here is a debt paid in screams and perfect surrender. The ridge claimed them. They claimed each other harder.

Lilah is in love with Adam, but she feels his wife's in the way of their happiness, so she takes matters into her own (hypnotic) hands.

husband discovers his wife's fetish of submitting to an older couple, so helps set it up and he must submit also.

A Crimson Veil Heist
In the quantum-stabilized skies above Colorado, phantom thief Catherine Vale breaches Maeve Kilcannon’s floating arcology. Her sabotage triggers flux creep in the superconducting lattice—turning unbreakable restraints into living, pulsing desire. Captured and claimed by the silver-haired billionaire and her holographic AI, Catherine is pinned, used, and permanently collared by the very technology she sought to exploit. A high-tech heist becomes raw, addictive surrender.

Tracy needs a job, fast, before he and his mom get kicked out of their apartment. The boss of the Big Dipper Ice Cream Emporium offers him a job. Tracy can serve ice cream, so long as he wears the same uniform as all the other employees: beige blouse, pink skirt. Tracy has to choose: he and his mom live on the street, or he wears a skirt in public. He makes his choice, and the choice changes him, maybe for good.

Four thousand three hundred and twelve deepfake videos of Alana de Vargas exist online. She never made one of them. At forty, with four Vogue covers and an Academy Award behind her, she answers the only way left: for real. Ten days at the Château de Valéran, ten scenarios, all live-streamed. No recordings, no archives, no second takes. Day One is a library, a professor of architectural heritage, and a photometer.