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New Year’s Resolution: Part IV

“No!” Sebastian snarled in a rushed whisper as he struggled to pull the linen closet door shut as he shot a panicked look past Trevor’s shoulder.

“Open. The. Door,” Trevor said evenly to his son as he kept his hand on the closet door to stop it from closing.

“Dad, please!” he whispered as the rest of the children cowered behind him, squeezing themselves into that small closet while Trevor stood there, shaking his head and sighing heavily as he reluctantly released his hold on the door and allowed his son to shut the door.

“It’s not that bad,” he lied to… Read More

New Year’s Resolution: Part III

“Water…,” Trevor whispered weakly as he held out a trembling hand towards the bottle of water on the nightstand.

Zoe ran her hungry gaze over her husband’s incredible body, licking her lips and contemplating starting things up again, but the little whimper he made to get her attention had her sighing in resignation and handed the lukewarm water over to her husband that she was almost sixty percent sure wasn’t dying. When he struggled to open the cap off the bottle, she took the bottle and opened it for him, and did her best to ignore the tingling sense of… Read More

New Year’s Resolution: Part II

“Thank fucking god,” Trevor grumbled as he fell face first onto the mattress, too weak to do anything else as his body trembled with exhaustion from the last six hours that he’d spent trying to distract his wife from her asinine plan.

It had taken everything that he had, but it was worth it, he told himself as he lay there, struggling to catch his breath. By now going on a diet was the last thing on her mind.

At least, it damn well better… Read More

New Year’s Resolution: Part I

“That’s it,” Zoe said, shaking her head, more determined than she’d ever been before. “I’m going on a diet.”

“No,” Trevor said as he walked past her, barely pausing as he gave her bottom an affection pat as he made his way to the shower.

She worried her bottom lip as she stared down at the proof that she’d overdone it in 2016. She had no idea how she’d gained ten pounds since the last time she’d stepped on this scale, but she was damn well going to get it off before Valentine’s Day.

That was it.

She was done playing… Read More

Late Night Spankings: Part 4

“Please kill me.”

“Oh, oh, oh, oh, that’s it, big boy! That’s the spot!” BND (Bitch Next Door) squealed.

“Who’s your daddy?” BND’s playmate screamed as Zoe groaned pathetically and rolled over onto her side and continued to hug the thin, lumpy pillow against her ear, but it did nothing to protect her from the deeply disturbing events going on next door.

“For the love of god, stop!” Haley begged as they both laid curled up on their respective hotel beds, praying for morning to come.

“Pinch my nipples, baby! Pinch them!” BND’s playmate… Read More

Late Night Spankings: Part 3

“Shhh, people are sleeping,” the man, who was apparently the only voice of reason among the couple next door, said.

Laughing, and making Haley roll her eyes as she rolled over onto her side and waited to die a miserable death, the woman said, “That’s their problem,” officially changing her name in Haley’s mind to the Bitch Next Door, or BND for short.

“It’s two-thirty in the morning,” Zoe mumbled miserably as she rolled over onto her back and groaned.

“I don’t think they care,” Haley pointed out seconds before the couple next door confirmed her… Read More

Late Night Spankings: Part II

Zoe never thought she’d say this, but if she had to eat one more chocolate bar she was going to scream. Sighing miserably, she rolled over onto her side, cringing when the lumpy mattress bounced along with her, so that she stare aimlessly at the grainy television picture that was showing…

Was that porn? she wondered as she tilted her head to the side, ignoring the fact that the paper-thin pillow bent with the movement, and pursed her lips up in thought as she took in the movie playing at a different angle. It was either porn or an old… Read More

Late Night Spankings

“Please, shoot me,” Haley whispered that reverent prayer as she allowed herself to fall face first on the bed, only to quickly roll over onto her side when the scent of the hotel’s bedspread hit her lungs.

Deciding that it was probably in her best interests to ignore that scent, especially since it was either this or getting back in Zoe’s car and rejoining the rest of the cars turning 95 into a parking lot, she closed her eyes, sighed and prayed for morning to come.

“Did you call Jason?” Zoe asked, flopping down on the bed next to her.

“Yes,” she… Read More

Thanksgiving 2016

“This can’t be happening,” Haley mumbled, trying not to panic as she wrestled with one of the twenty-five pound turkeys that was still frozen solid.

Giving up on trying to wrestle the large turkey out of the sink, she washed her hands and sighed. It had been five days since she took the turkey out of the freezer and it should be thawed by now.

Instead, she had two frozen solid turkeys, five pies to finish, about thirty pounds of vegetables to peel and eight Bradfords coming over. Not to mention that she still needed to get started on the traditional… Read More

The Day After…

“Stay,” Necie mumbled with a pout as she wrapped her arms around his waist and pressed a kiss against the small of his back, making it difficult for him to leave this bed.

“I can’t, sweetheart,” he said with a chuckle as he caught her hand as it inched closer to the part of him that really didn’t want to leave his wife or this bed, but unfortunately for him, duty called.

“You can,” she said softly, pressing another kiss against his spine as she slowly pulled her hand free, reached between his legs… Read More