One of the men was the Headmaster of Horace Mann, my high school. His name was R. Inslee Clark. The other one was his lover, a history teacher and swim coach named Stanley Kops. I didn’t know this at the time. The year was 1975 and I was 14 years old. I was flattered to be included in such grown-up activity, and naïve to their motives. I accepted. Well there I was, bound with several strands of rope, stuffed gagged by a bandanna and a second bandanna cleave gagged to hold it in and stuffed in a sleeping bag. How did I get here? Well... Jordan glowered at Dewey, furious at this further evidence that the news of his humiliating situation was spreading like wild fire. “Shut up, if you want to keep your teeth!” he snarled. The rest of that afternoon reverted to normal, with no further talk of birthdays or spankings. We ended up in my bedroom, as we often did these days, and my performance, if I do say so myself, was well above average. The fic in which Jungkook's P.A. is too daring when it comes to Jimin and Jungkook does not appreciate what is going on ~ Series

They say: “God created man; Samuel Colt made them equal.” I’m thinking a woman created the hairbrush, making her the equal of any man. You"€™ve also got a planner in here, detailing your classes; there"€™s some cherry lip-gloss; everything a teenage girl like yourself would have. Does that put a stop to all this? Can you please put your uniform on?"€, Mrs. Maxwell asked, clearly done with Elizabeth. I"€™ve had enough of your nonsense, Elizabeth. Let"€™s see how you like being spanked in front of your classmates."€I"€™m sorry, Ms. Turner...I"€™ll behave myself"€¦"€, Rachel finally said through clinched teeth. Satisfied, Elizabeth let her stand and continued on with her class. Much as she expected, things went a lot smoother for her from then on out; aside from the occasional death-glare from Rachel. The fire ants certainly lived up to their name, and within seconds, Jordan felt as if his entire bottom was literally on fire.

You are cute.” Jungkook agreed and planted a kiss in the middle of his forehead. “The cutest. But you’re also mine and I don’t like when other people touch what’s mine.” Jimin loved the possessive side of his boyfriend because it betrayed his affection alongside with his lust and it made him feel wanted. It didn’t matter that they’ve been together for years, Jungkook still looked at him like he needed to win him over. It was endearing, really.More: Insane date story involving poop will make your bad dates seem amazing 4. An unfortunate accident We laughed, and mom handed me a box to unwrap. Shaking it first, I held it up to my ear. “I hope it’s not fine china,” I said. “There’s no sound of breakage.” Jordan had no idea what was planned for the fair, but hoped he would at least be allowed to wear clothes. Meanwhile today, it was just a relief to have some cover albeit only his tiny blue speedos. It was listening to Years & Years’ new song “Sanctify,” and seeing the band’s out gay singer Olly Alexander talk about how the song was inspired his sexual trysts with straight men, that I realized that these feelings are way more common than people let on. Sure, I know all about gay guys having sex with straight guys, but it felt reassuring to see him describe the “saint and sinner role” he embodied during those experiences, and to hear the uncertainty and melancholy weaved into the song. Being able to know and feel that you are not alone was, and still is, a huge help to me. I would recommend taking that big step to anyone who is struggling with abuse issues. It is very scary the first time (and the second and third time too), but it gets easier each time and the rewards are so worth it.

At first he did not recognise them, but they certainly recognized him “Hi Jordan!” sniggered Dewey Rees a small built guy in baggy red swimming shorts “Aren’t you supposed to be bare assed? I head you burnt your asshole!” I’ve never got on with my housemate and I don’t suppose I ever will – even after this. After what I just did. I can hardly believe it. I’m not sure I want to talk about it.We were on the short drive to church Sunday morning when she said, “What’s been on your mind lately, John? You’ve seemed to be preoccupied. You’re not concealing some bad news from your annual physical last week, are you? Is there something you should be sharing with your wife?” Ouch! A person could do some real damage with this thing. Are you sure that’s what you want? Where did this unusual desire come from?” When Jordan objected, a further strip of tape was placed over his mouth, effectively silencing him.

My ears were popping, my heart raced, I bent hands on knees trying to catch my breath. That’s when I saw it. As clear as day. A cigarette butt. The stupid son of a bitch had let a lit cigarette fall on to the mattress. But then what? Where was Sebastian now? Had he just left the cigarette to burn?It was then that all three of Jordan’s new tormentor’s produced a selection of old wooden paddles, both fraternity paddles with greek letters or old fashioned domestic paddles with quaint phrases on them. There were some good things that occurred in my childhood. I started playing guitar at the age of 3. By 6, I was attending after-school music classes taught by three retired and old school teachers who had the most brilliant concept for teaching music. It was there, in that brownstone, where I learned to play piano and trumpet.