Ms. Hogan’s Tape Detention (m/F) Part 14 Added
I should start reading the story sooner.
It's a great story and i can't wait to see what's happen next
It's a great story and i can't wait to see what's happen next
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Let's get Dangerous!
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Bombs Away Miss Lawson
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Part Fourteen:
Marshall pulled into the back driveway of the house on the address, his hands and forehead glistening with sweat. Pulling up all the way to the door, he marveled at how nice of a place this was, and just how secluded. A pool lay a few feet from the back door. A tall, 7 foot tall hedge wrapped around the entire back yard, making it impossible to see in or out. The house itself was modest — a single level ranch home that was cute, but by no means extravagant.
Marshall muttered something nervously to himself as he approached the back door and knocked.
“Come on in!” A familiar voice rang down toward him through the door. Marshall stepped cautiously into the house, seeing no one in the foyer or hallway, and calling out: “It’s Marshall — you hear, Ms. Hogan?”
“Nope! Just a ghost I’m afraid.” Ms. Hogan’s sarcastic answer made Marshall smile lightly. “Go sit in the living room. I’m making coffee — be there in a second.”
Marshall stepped quickly ahead, finding the living room and having a seat on a wide, brown couch. A few moments later Ms. Hogan strolled in, holding a pair of coffee cups in both hands. She had her dark hair up in a ponytail. She was wearing her wide, thin rimmed black glasses. She was dressed casually, black running shorts and one of the many literary t shirts Marshall had purchased her. Ms. Hogan placed one of the coffees in front of Marshall, sat down beside him on the sofa, took a sip from her mug, and smiled.
“Glad you found this place alright. It’s a little out of the way. But that’s what I like about it.”
Marshall looked at his teacher a little more closely. He noticed that while her outfit was simple, she was wearing make up. Her cheeks had a bit of rouge to them. Her lips had a light application of red lipstick. Marshall stomach squirmed — she looked incredible. “It’s nice — I’d like it too.” He stammered awkwardly. “So why did you invite me here, Ms. Hogan?”
“Right to the point, huh? I guess it’s a fair question.” The English teacher took another long sip of her coffee and smiled again. “Congratulations on graduating Marshall. You’re going to do some incredible things with your future, I can tell.”
“Thank you,” Marshall studied his teacher, waiting for her to arrive at the point. She blushed slightly.
“The shirts…that’s why you’re here. The shirts and the fact you chose to be so kind for so many months. I know I was angry at you at first. But I’m not anymore. And I didn’t want the two of our stories to end in quiet without wrapping things up the way they should be. So I guess I invited you here to say thank you, and one final goodbye.”
Ms. Hogan looked Marshall over. “I noticed you didn’t bring anything with you.”
“You didn’t tell me to bring anything. Should I have?”
Ms. Hogan laughed. “Yeah Marshall, I think it’s pretty clear what you should have brought.”
“I didn’t want to assume.”
“What a gentleman. Don’t worry. I’m prepared. Be right back.” Ms. Hogan placed her coffee on the table in front of her and disappeared into a room adjacent to the living room. In a few moments she returned, holding two duffel bags. “These are for you.”
Marshall took the bags from his teacher, placed them on the table, and looked inside. In one was a range things: of rolls of tape in different colors, ropes of all kinds, gags and blindfolds and cuffs too. Marshall blushed at his grinning teacher.
“Look in the other one,” Ms. Hogan said.
Marshall peered inside the other bag. Inside was an assortment of different garments. Marshall could make out a few bikinis, a dress or two, a skirt, and even some sillier items: rabbit ears and linen white gloves.
Fully red in the face, Marshall looked back up toward his teacher, who had moved onto the couch next to him again. “Here’s your graduation present. We have the entire day. You have to try and get through as much of those two bags as you can. Oh. And one more thing.”
Ms. Hogan reached into one of the duffel bags. “You’re gonna need these.” She reached out to Marshall, handing him a Polaroid camera and a GoPro video camera.
Marshall pulled into the back driveway of the house on the address, his hands and forehead glistening with sweat. Pulling up all the way to the door, he marveled at how nice of a place this was, and just how secluded. A pool lay a few feet from the back door. A tall, 7 foot tall hedge wrapped around the entire back yard, making it impossible to see in or out. The house itself was modest — a single level ranch home that was cute, but by no means extravagant.
Marshall muttered something nervously to himself as he approached the back door and knocked.
“Come on in!” A familiar voice rang down toward him through the door. Marshall stepped cautiously into the house, seeing no one in the foyer or hallway, and calling out: “It’s Marshall — you hear, Ms. Hogan?”
“Nope! Just a ghost I’m afraid.” Ms. Hogan’s sarcastic answer made Marshall smile lightly. “Go sit in the living room. I’m making coffee — be there in a second.”
Marshall stepped quickly ahead, finding the living room and having a seat on a wide, brown couch. A few moments later Ms. Hogan strolled in, holding a pair of coffee cups in both hands. She had her dark hair up in a ponytail. She was wearing her wide, thin rimmed black glasses. She was dressed casually, black running shorts and one of the many literary t shirts Marshall had purchased her. Ms. Hogan placed one of the coffees in front of Marshall, sat down beside him on the sofa, took a sip from her mug, and smiled.
“Glad you found this place alright. It’s a little out of the way. But that’s what I like about it.”
Marshall looked at his teacher a little more closely. He noticed that while her outfit was simple, she was wearing make up. Her cheeks had a bit of rouge to them. Her lips had a light application of red lipstick. Marshall stomach squirmed — she looked incredible. “It’s nice — I’d like it too.” He stammered awkwardly. “So why did you invite me here, Ms. Hogan?”
“Right to the point, huh? I guess it’s a fair question.” The English teacher took another long sip of her coffee and smiled again. “Congratulations on graduating Marshall. You’re going to do some incredible things with your future, I can tell.”
“Thank you,” Marshall studied his teacher, waiting for her to arrive at the point. She blushed slightly.
“The shirts…that’s why you’re here. The shirts and the fact you chose to be so kind for so many months. I know I was angry at you at first. But I’m not anymore. And I didn’t want the two of our stories to end in quiet without wrapping things up the way they should be. So I guess I invited you here to say thank you, and one final goodbye.”
Ms. Hogan looked Marshall over. “I noticed you didn’t bring anything with you.”
“You didn’t tell me to bring anything. Should I have?”
Ms. Hogan laughed. “Yeah Marshall, I think it’s pretty clear what you should have brought.”
“I didn’t want to assume.”
“What a gentleman. Don’t worry. I’m prepared. Be right back.” Ms. Hogan placed her coffee on the table in front of her and disappeared into a room adjacent to the living room. In a few moments she returned, holding two duffel bags. “These are for you.”
Marshall took the bags from his teacher, placed them on the table, and looked inside. In one was a range things: of rolls of tape in different colors, ropes of all kinds, gags and blindfolds and cuffs too. Marshall blushed at his grinning teacher.
“Look in the other one,” Ms. Hogan said.
Marshall peered inside the other bag. Inside was an assortment of different garments. Marshall could make out a few bikinis, a dress or two, a skirt, and even some sillier items: rabbit ears and linen white gloves.
Fully red in the face, Marshall looked back up toward his teacher, who had moved onto the couch next to him again. “Here’s your graduation present. We have the entire day. You have to try and get through as much of those two bags as you can. Oh. And one more thing.”
Ms. Hogan reached into one of the duffel bags. “You’re gonna need these.” She reached out to Marshall, handing him a Polaroid camera and a GoPro video camera.
brilliant chapter. there are so few m/f stories left on this site and getting fewer all the time. Well done.
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Awesome continuation. Really looking forward to what is next.
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Good story!TapeTurtle wrote: ↑6 months ago Part Fourteen:
Marshall pulled into the back driveway of the house on the address, his hands and forehead glistening with sweat. Pulling up all the way to the door, he marveled at how nice of a place this was, and just how secluded. A pool lay a few feet from the back door. A tall, 7 foot tall hedge wrapped around the entire back yard, making it impossible to see in or out. The house itself was modest — a single level ranch home that was cute, but by no means extravagant.
Marshall muttered something nervously to himself as he approached the back door and knocked.
“Come on in!” A familiar voice rang down toward him through the door. Marshall stepped cautiously into the house, seeing no one in the foyer or hallway, and calling out: “It’s Marshall — you hear, Ms. Hogan?”
“Nope! Just a ghost I’m afraid.” Ms. Hogan’s sarcastic answer made Marshall smile lightly. “Go sit in the living room. I’m making coffee — be there in a second.”
Marshall stepped quickly ahead, finding the living room and having a seat on a wide, brown couch. A few moments later Ms. Hogan strolled in, holding a pair of coffee cups in both hands. She had her dark hair up in a ponytail. She was wearing her wide, thin rimmed black glasses. She was dressed casually, black running shorts and one of the many literary t shirts Marshall had purchased her. Ms. Hogan placed one of the coffees in front of Marshall, sat down beside him on the sofa, took a sip from her mug, and smiled.
“Glad you found this place alright. It’s a little out of the way. But that’s what I like about it.”
Marshall looked at his teacher a little more closely. He noticed that while her outfit was simple, she was wearing make up. Her cheeks had a bit of rouge to them. Her lips had a light application of red lipstick. Marshall stomach squirmed — she looked incredible. “It’s nice — I’d like it too.” He stammered awkwardly. “So why did you invite me here, Ms. Hogan?”
“Right to the point, huh? I guess it’s a fair question.” The English teacher took another long sip of her coffee and smiled again. “Congratulations on graduating Marshall. You’re going to do some incredible things with your future, I can tell.”
“Thank you,” Marshall studied his teacher, waiting for her to arrive at the point. She blushed slightly.
“The shirts…that’s why you’re here. The shirts and the fact you chose to be so kind for so many months. I know I was angry at you at first. But I’m not anymore. And I didn’t want the two of our stories to end in quiet without wrapping things up the way they should be. So I guess I invited you here to say thank you, and one final goodbye.”
Ms. Hogan looked Marshall over. “I noticed you didn’t bring anything with you.”
“You didn’t tell me to bring anything. Should I have?”
Ms. Hogan laughed. “Yeah Marshall, I think it’s pretty clear what you should have brought.”
“I didn’t want to assume.”
“What a gentleman. Don’t worry. I’m prepared. Be right back.” Ms. Hogan placed her coffee on the table in front of her and disappeared into a room adjacent to the living room. In a few moments she returned, holding two duffel bags. “These are for you.”
Marshall took the bags from his teacher, placed them on the table, and looked inside. In one was a range things: of rolls of tape in different colors, ropes of all kinds, gags and blindfolds and cuffs too. Marshall blushed at his grinning teacher.
“Look in the other one,” Ms. Hogan said.
Marshall peered inside the other bag. Inside was an assortment of different garments. Marshall could make out a few bikinis, a dress or two, a skirt, and even some sillier items: rabbit ears and linen white gloves.
Fully red in the face, Marshall looked back up toward his teacher, who had moved onto the couch next to him again. “Here’s your graduation present. We have the entire day. You have to try and get through as much of those two bags as you can. Oh. And one more thing.”
Ms. Hogan reached into one of the duffel bags. “You’re gonna need these.” She reached out to Marshall, handing him a Polaroid camera and a GoPro video camera.
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Hope there will be a continuation!TapeTurtle wrote: ↑6 months ago Part Fourteen:
Marshall pulled into the back driveway of the house on the address, his hands and forehead glistening with sweat. Pulling up all the way to the door, he marveled at how nice of a place this was, and just how secluded. A pool lay a few feet from the back door. A tall, 7 foot tall hedge wrapped around the entire back yard, making it impossible to see in or out. The house itself was modest — a single level ranch home that was cute, but by no means extravagant.
Marshall muttered something nervously to himself as he approached the back door and knocked.
“Come on in!” A familiar voice rang down toward him through the door. Marshall stepped cautiously into the house, seeing no one in the foyer or hallway, and calling out: “It’s Marshall — you hear, Ms. Hogan?”
“Nope! Just a ghost I’m afraid.” Ms. Hogan’s sarcastic answer made Marshall smile lightly. “Go sit in the living room. I’m making coffee — be there in a second.”
Marshall stepped quickly ahead, finding the living room and having a seat on a wide, brown couch. A few moments later Ms. Hogan strolled in, holding a pair of coffee cups in both hands. She had her dark hair up in a ponytail. She was wearing her wide, thin rimmed black glasses. She was dressed casually, black running shorts and one of the many literary t shirts Marshall had purchased her. Ms. Hogan placed one of the coffees in front of Marshall, sat down beside him on the sofa, took a sip from her mug, and smiled.
“Glad you found this place alright. It’s a little out of the way. But that’s what I like about it.”
Marshall looked at his teacher a little more closely. He noticed that while her outfit was simple, she was wearing make up. Her cheeks had a bit of rouge to them. Her lips had a light application of red lipstick. Marshall stomach squirmed — she looked incredible. “It’s nice — I’d like it too.” He stammered awkwardly. “So why did you invite me here, Ms. Hogan?”
“Right to the point, huh? I guess it’s a fair question.” The English teacher took another long sip of her coffee and smiled again. “Congratulations on graduating Marshall. You’re going to do some incredible things with your future, I can tell.”
“Thank you,” Marshall studied his teacher, waiting for her to arrive at the point. She blushed slightly.
“The shirts…that’s why you’re here. The shirts and the fact you chose to be so kind for so many months. I know I was angry at you at first. But I’m not anymore. And I didn’t want the two of our stories to end in quiet without wrapping things up the way they should be. So I guess I invited you here to say thank you, and one final goodbye.”
Ms. Hogan looked Marshall over. “I noticed you didn’t bring anything with you.”
“You didn’t tell me to bring anything. Should I have?”
Ms. Hogan laughed. “Yeah Marshall, I think it’s pretty clear what you should have brought.”
“I didn’t want to assume.”
“What a gentleman. Don’t worry. I’m prepared. Be right back.” Ms. Hogan placed her coffee on the table in front of her and disappeared into a room adjacent to the living room. In a few moments she returned, holding two duffel bags. “These are for you.”
Marshall took the bags from his teacher, placed them on the table, and looked inside. In one was a range things: of rolls of tape in different colors, ropes of all kinds, gags and blindfolds and cuffs too. Marshall blushed at his grinning teacher.
“Look in the other one,” Ms. Hogan said.
Marshall peered inside the other bag. Inside was an assortment of different garments. Marshall could make out a few bikinis, a dress or two, a skirt, and even some sillier items: rabbit ears and linen white gloves.
Fully red in the face, Marshall looked back up toward his teacher, who had moved onto the couch next to him again. “Here’s your graduation present. We have the entire day. You have to try and get through as much of those two bags as you can. Oh. And one more thing.”
Ms. Hogan reached into one of the duffel bags. “You’re gonna need these.” She reached out to Marshall, handing him a Polaroid camera and a GoPro video camera.
I can't wait to see the continuation of this story. IT's a wonderfull and great story and i hiope to see more story from you
I see, i have to teach you how to be Villains!
Let's get Dangerous!
Wasp being replace
Heroine High's trouble
Bombs Away Miss Lawson
Find Exclusie drawing in:
https://www.patreon.com/Gustorak
Let's get Dangerous!
Wasp being replace
Heroine High's trouble
Bombs Away Miss Lawson
Find Exclusie drawing in:
https://www.patreon.com/Gustorak
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I agree!
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Hey all — looking to continue and maybe wrap up this story. Would love some ideas to turn over. What kinds of things would you all like to see during Marshall’s last (?) day with Ms. Hogan?
Hi TapeTurtle, hope you're well. I would like Marshall to tie up Mrs. Hogan in a bunny girl outfit, then in a date scenario in which she wears a nice evening gown and makeup where she ends up tied to a chair, then Marshall ties her up to finish in a casual outfit with a pleated skirt and a little matching shirt as if he were a burglar and she a bored housewife. Thanks for your great story and I hope the sequel is as good as the beginning and arrives soon. Have a nice day.
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Maybe they create a kinky themed Only Fans account starring Miss HoganTapeTurtle wrote: ↑4 months ago Hey all — looking to continue and maybe wrap up this story. Would love some ideas to turn over. What kinds of things would you all like to see during Marshall’s last (?) day with Ms. Hogan?
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Would anyone want to take over this story?
I could imagine completing the Story
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I am honoured and it will be a pleasure to complete this fine Story! Mrs. Hogan and Marshall will have lots of funTapeTurtle wrote: ↑3 days agoIt’s yours! Thanks for volunteering!