Paul had a raging hard on as he drove home, reliving what had transpired during Thanksgiving dinner. Paul was new in town and had only met a few people. He had no family nearby and was grateful that his friend Mike had graciously invited him to his home to share dinner with him and Linda. He was glad he wasn’t all alone this year.

He had arrived on time, bringing a bottle of champagne for his hosts. The meal had been delicious, but there seemed to be some kind of tension between his two hosts.  They barely looked at each other, and there were several periods of awkward silence. It was after Mike had made a petty little comment about the mashed potatoes being “a bit lumpy”, that Linda had slammed down her fork, stood and excused herself then disappeared into the kitchen.  Mike had smiled sheepishly at him and then also excused himself.

Paul had sat there for a few moments sipping his champagne wondering if maybe he should leave, not wanting to interfere with whatever was going on between these two. His attention was snapped back into focus when he began to hear what seemed to him like flesh being slapped. Paul was a gentleman and just couldn’t stand by while a woman was being abused. He stood and went to the kitchen door. It was open just far enough for him to see exactly what was transpiring inside but not enough for his
presence to be noticed.  His groin stirred as he took in the scene before him. (more…)

What we have been discussing reminds me of the punitive enemas my aunt used to give her two teenage daughters. One day I arrived at my aunt’s house just as one of my cousins was about to undergo correction for having deliberately torn her sister’s dress in a fit of envy. The culprit tried to rectify the situation by apologizing, but undauntedly my aunt was gathering the enema equipment. I was too fascinated to make a polite exit, until my cousin blushingly asked her mother to send me home. To my surprise, my aunt decided I could stay, as an additional embarrassment for the malfeasant. (more…)

This is a true story that happened sometime in 1990. It was on a Thursday night in November of that year. I was on my way to a band meeting and on my way I had to stop at a record store to get some sheet music.

It was already dark as it was 7 o’clock. I was planning to park my truck in front of the record store but there were no parking spaces available. I looked across the street. There was an old house converted into a doctor’s office.

I could see a few empty parking spaces on the right side of the building. I decided to turn to my left and went into the parking lot to park my truck for a minute or two, just time enough to cross the street and get my sheet music. I saw 3 cars already in the parking lot so I had to park my truck between two cars in the only empty space. My bumper was at least 1 foot from the building, and at the same time I was in front of a window with vertical blinds, but in the middle they weren’t closed enough. Suddenly I saw a bright light in-between the blinds. I saw something that looked like a leg (it was just a partial view). (more…)

My name is Jenny. I’m a 18 year old schoolgirl, and I want to tell you about my visit to the doctor yesterday. I had to have my first pap smear and I was a bit frightened, to tell you the truth. My mother had told me how it would hurt a bit, but that it was necessary to make sure I didn’t have cancer. I didn’t want to go, but she finally made me.

The doctor was very nice. He understood I was embarrassed and he sent my mother out of the room, so there were only the two of us in the surgery. That was a nice thought, wasn’t it? It was bad enough to take all of my clothes off in front of the doctor, let alone having my mother looking on as well.

The doctor picked up a camera and said he needed to take some pictures of me taking off my clothes for the medical record. As I stripped, he clicked away, watching me closely. I didn’t know they kept such detailed records of patients. I was impressed how thorough the doctor was. (more…)

A lot of guys worked their way through college, but I doubt if any of them had a job as good as mine. About midway through my second year, my funds were beginning to run short and I knew I had to take on a part-time job to help make ends meet. I checked the job board at the student union building, but by this time of the school year, all the choice jobs had been taken. I noticed one near the bottom that said College Handyman Needed. I used to work construction during the summer so I figured what the heck, I’ll give it a shot. The job was sponsored by the college and consisted of getting a list of minor repairs from the head engineer in the morning, and doing the work when I wasn’t in class. This was great because I worked whatever hours I wanted, day or night; all I had to do was make sure the jobs were done. Most of the jobs were little run of the mill repairs: fix a hinge, change a door knob, that kind of thing. The thing was, in order to perform these repairs, I was given a set of keys that allowed me to open almost every lock on campus. It was about two weeks into my new job that I realized what potential laid in those keys.

I was given a work order to fix a burned out light bulb in the campus clinic one Friday, so I got my material and walked over to the clinic. I walked in the front door and went up to the nurses station. I asked what room the bulb was burned out in. She said she’d have to ask the doctor and left the reception area. While I waited for her, I turned around and noticed the waiting room was full of girls; not one guy. It struck me as kind of odd, but I really didn’t give it much thought, until I noticed the bulletin board: Fridays—Gynecological Appointments. An alarm bell went off in my head. My perverse mind began to wonder if I could put my easy access to any room on campus to some erotic use. The nurse came back and said the storeroom was where the burned out lamp was, and pointed me in that direction. I repaired the lamp and left. (more…)