StoneWitch Stories

  The first time Nancy met the dreaded brush, it was a cold December evening.   She’d been playing bridge with the girls and come home a little late.   Roger gave her a warning, but dinner was on time and the evening looked to be pleasant.   Nancy had done the laundry that morning, so she went to fold clothes before Leave it to Beaver came on. Now Nancy was perfectly aware of what things could and could not be put in the dryer.   So, when she pulled Roger’s best woolen pants out with the rest of the clothes, she couldn’t quite believe what she was seeing.   She held them up – they were small enough now to fit a child. Nancy groaned in dismay. To her further bad luck, Roger was nearby, getting a bottle of coke in the kitchen.   “Nancy?   What’s the matter?” For a wild second, Nancy thought about lying.   But Roger’s terrible punishment when he’d caught her telling fibs flew through her mind, and she knew that the spanking she’d get now w...

  “That should do as a warmup.    I want this puss nice and hot and sensitive.”    He ran one finger over her bright red cleft.    “It has a lot of punishment yet to go.” Their next destination, confusingly, was the garage.   Roger led her to a foot ladder and instructed her to bend over it.   As she did, he pulled out stout lengths of garden twine and tied her by her wrists and ankles to the legs of the ladder.    He gave it an experimental rock, but it stood steady.   Now Nancy’s pussy was the highest point of her body.   Her head hung low, and she could see Roger’s legs from between her own. He moved away, then returned carrying something.   “I noticed the new clothespins you were using the other day.   Very clever little things, much better than the old kind.   It gave me an idea.”   Slowly and gently, Roger pulled one lip of her pussy outward.   He took a clip in one hand and placed it to on...

  After her honeymoon, Nancy’s married life settled into a pleasant domesticity.   She and Roger moved into their home in the outskirts of Dayton, Ohio.   Roger had found the house plans after their engagement and had the house built just for them.   He was a manager at a major store chain and while they were not rich, they were very comfortable.   Nancy loved her new home and threw herself into the role of housewife: picking out soft furnishings, keeping everything bright and clean and learning to cook more dishes.   In truth, Nancy had never been a particularly diligent cook.   She much preferred making clothes or playing with babies in home economics.   While she had the basic roster of simple meals under her belt, that was about all she had.   She also hadn’t drunk much, so there was a little learning curve as she got the way Roger liked his drinks down.   And learning curves...

The house Nancy and Roger shared was in a quiet suburb outside of town.   Their nearest neighbors were separated by a thick stand of trees.   Nevertheless, said neighbors had introduced themselves soon after they’d moved in, and the two families had gotten to be good friends.   Bob and Alice were only a year or two older than Roger.   They had been married three years and were just starting to think of expanding their family.   Bob worked at a construction company, as evidenced by his thickly muscled arms and permanent tan.   Alice was a lovely woman with thick curves and equally thick dark hair.   She had a particular talent for sewing equally gorgeous dresses. The families often met up together for dinks, bridge or just to chat.   Alice and Nancy shared recipes and Bob and Roger traded baseball statistics.   One night in early September, the families shared quite a bit more. Dinner that night was at Bob and Alice’s.   Alice made ...