Yes Professor

'til fate do they part. Part 6 of 6 parts The 'phone call, when it came a few days later, took me by complete surprise and I was glad that Liz was visiting her mother and wasn't due back until the next day. It was Tony. Jayne had tried to reach John on the 'phone; but having tried a couple of times with no reply, they had driven up to John's house. They had found him at the bottom of the stairs. He was conscious when they arrived but died on the way to the hospital. Tony said that he would contact me when he knew of the arrangements, possibly tomorrow or the day after. Liz 'phoned me not long afterwards, as she often does when she's away from home, but I chose not to tell her; it could wait until she got home the next day. I went into work early and arranged a meeting with all staff. They were clearly upset and some drifted away to be with their own memories. He was a popular man. When Liz arrived home, I unloaded her car and said that I'd run a bath f

**All events depicted in this story are purely fictional and all characters are over 18 years old.** **This story is a continuation of "Ashley, Spanked Briefly", which I recommend reading first** *** It's been a while since Charles Anderson, a professor at a renowned academia, spanked his student, Ashley Bouchard, during recess in an attempt at shocking the girl with hands-on methods of discipline, once all the verbal and written reprimands failed to have any effect. Little did he know his treatment affected the poor girl in more ways than he could imagine... *** The moment Ashley returned to the classroom, she just sat down silently at her desk, trying not to look at anyone. Her face was still burning with shame and guilt; no less guilty thrill was still burning in her loins. On her buttcocks a hot, stinging feeling remained; now, as she was forced to sit on the very source of her shame, amongst her unaware colleagues, the girl couldn't focus on anything other than

The hot water heater was not working and of course, Heather's 'sensitive' boyfriend was useless in these situations. Ben was a nice guy and all...too nice at times, but when it came to working with his hands he was no good at all. To make matters worse, he had gone over to join some friends for a night of D&D and video games. Dumping more laundry on the pile and longing for a hot shower Heather got out her phone and called the man she knew would help her out, Ben's step dad Jim, or as was now more accurate, Ex step dad as he had divorced Ben's mom over a year ago. "Hi Dad." Heather said as he picked up. She had started calling him that after Heather and Ben had moved in together. "Oh hey, good to hear your voice again, its been a while, is everything OK?" Jim replied, as he had not talked to her in almost two months. "Yeah for the most part, I mean we're both good, healthy and all that," she tried to sound cheerful and sweet,

Eduardo gazed at her through the throng of partygoers; at La Inglésa; the woman with a nervy, sparky energy; she who did not seem to age or did so gracefully; beautifully; she who took care of herself; she whom no one could accuse of being withdrawn; someone who did not mix with the locals and stayed within the confines of the resort. She was often to be seen talking demonstratively, in deep earnest, with local traders, arguing over the price of some goods and doing that in Spanish; not giving them scope to fleece her like they tried it on with others, of any nationality, who stopped at their stalls, be they for perishable goods of fruit and vegetables or hand-crafted items of little value, but serving as a memento of their times here. The days were tough, just as they were in the early years when she and her husband, Martin, had been one of the first couples to buy a plot and to decide on the style of their hacienda on the hill. It would overlook the soon to be completed golf course

This is the first in a series of stories I'm writing based on the sexual histories of different men and women. These are true stories, based on what they have told me about their past. Alan first contacted me because he thought that my stories reminded him of his wife's infidelity. With his permission, I am retelling his story here. Although it's a fairly standard sexual history, there are a few unexpected twists and turns that are interesting. I've written it as if he were telling the story himself. If you are interested in having your story told, message me privately and we can discuss it. Just to let you know in advance, this story is not just about sex, so don't expect to be titillated from reading it. Everyone depicted in this story is eighteen years of age, or older. I had my first girlfriend in high school after I turned eighteen, but we didn't get past mutual masturbation because she was very religious. But that didn't stop her from giving me hand

Joe decided to head uptown to give notice to his roommates and to pack his stuff. He left a note for Jenny letting her know where he was. The roommates weren't particularly happy with his decision, but it helped that he'd withdrawn some cash and paid them a month's rent and extra for utilities. What they did with his cash wasn't up to him, not anymore. Jenny called and Joe met her outside the building, letting her in. She intended to take a shower before helping him with his stuff. Instead it became about making love, beginning with a forceful embrace as if reconnecting after too long an absence, and though it hadn't been much more than a day, in a way it was reconnection emotionally. Joe repeated what he'd done the first time, albeit rediscovery rather than discovery, and with a sweaty body instead of a freshly showered one, which Joe didn't mind in the least, enjoying her slightly salty flavor. Even the slight taste of urine within her pussy just made hi