“God! I hate that new librarian!” Nicole blustered in through the kitchen door, a flustered flurry of vivid maroon and black clothes against pale, freckled skin, startling her mother reading at the table. The frustrated not-quite-twenty-year-old flung her backpack into a chair across from her mother and dug through it, still whinging. “She just wouldn’t …
A Letter To Sir
I come to the room, seeing Him sitting in His chair, her at His feet. My eyes look at Him. My body trembles, as this is a big step for me to take. I touch the collar that is around my neck, put there by Him, to remind me of my submission. The cuffs and …