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GLAMOUR ~ INDEX

As you know I have various glamour pages, here they are one click away…

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However, this is PART FOUR

You see, I put my first post on X (Twitter) on Nov 22nd, last year, and now, almost four months later, I have 700 followers. A long way from the 7000 I used to have on there, but non the less, I am enjoying it. Suzette has gone on too, and she is flying. So, if you want to be in contact with her, go to my web site home page, and click on the X button. You’ll find her.

But what it has done other than showing me just how popular X is, (I regularly get over 1000 views on a single photo post) it has shown me the power of a single photo, with a good scenario or situation, attached..

I intend to go through X at the end of each month, and look for the one or two with the highest views, and put them on here, but expanding the writing, so this is the start of that…

Scenario 1

…I have actually posted this today, so you can track it if you go.

The class had been restless, something outside of school, before the days lessons had begun, had made the school full of girls, restless. Lots of gossip, lots on innuendos. It had increased by morning break, it was commented on in the staff room at lunch. Similarly at afternoon break, everyone had said how it had increased over lunch.

It is now the last lesson and the chatter was almost at hysterical level when they came in. “Quiet! All of you, I do not know what has happened…..”

This was greeted with all heads turning to naughty Kate, I am not at all surprised to know that she is at the centre of it. She guffawed, and the rest of the class did the same.

“.…QUIET!!!! This is your last warning.”

Peace and quiet descended, I gave them work to do, and the scratch of pen on paper ruled once again.

Kate was stifling a giggle, I could see it building, she was going red, her hand was over her mouth, and when it burst out, snot flew through her fingers and she lost control….laughing loudly and snorting rudely.

I got hold of her ear with one hand and picked the tawse up with the other.

Half sniggering still, and half squealing at the discomfort in her left twisted ear, she was dragged to the rear of the classroom. I kept my arm holding her ear straight, so you can imagine the spectacle of a squawking girl, wriggling at my arms length.

…. “I warned you young lady!!!” I boomed, “I warned the whole damn class, but no, you, Kate, the bane of my school life, has to be the stupid little girl who goes hysterical before everyone”.

I make her stand facing the wall, and get the rest of the class to write out fifty times….”I must not encourage idiots to make spectacles of themselves in class” A huge groan goes up. “QUIET! You are now all going to stay behind for twenty minutes, with hands on heads, in total silence.”

The girls all write their lines. I collect them and tear the pages into four, one at a time, without even looking. Kate is stood looking at the wall still. I drop the pieces of paper ceremoniously in the bin. To prove what a fruitless waste of time this all is.

“Stand up! Turn around to face the punishment desk at the back of the room.”

Feet and chairs shuffle, as all the girls turn around.

I bend Kate over, bare her bottom and wallop her backside with great force! She squeals the room down. I tell her to stay in place, freshly thrashed bottom on view.

“Class dismissed. Stand by your cleared desks, with chairs neatly in place.”

They all have to file out, slowly, in single file, through the door by her side. She is now in disgrace and shame. The girls have stood up, cleared their desks and placed the chairs neatly. All but one untidy desk of course remains. The chair on its side on the floor adds to the silent drama.

As they begin to make their way, I announce…

“Class 5b you are deducted 500 class points, this will mean you lose the lead and go to fourth position in the Reward Table. Now off you go, quietly and orderly.”

I allow a lot of leeway in these situations, slaps, threats, and the odd pinch are all ignored by me as twenty eight girls walk by the naughty girl to go home.

The last girls go out, the door closes. I carry a stool to the naughty desk and ask her to give me her knickers. She sits on the cold hard stool with a wince.

I give her a sheet of paper, and a pencil. “In Upper Case, in your best hand writing, write out ‘I am a silly naughty girl who has acted foolishly and got the whole class into trouble. I have been punished and made to walk to the school gate with my knickers off and skirt tucked in at the back, with my red sore bottom on show……keep writing that until you fill the paper.”

She looks forlorn, and takes the pencil

“Leave the last line on the other side empty, for your parents to sign. I want you to bring it back tomorrow. At the end of assembly, with your knickers removed and skirt tucked in, you will walk onto the stage and hand it to me”

She begins to write…

I sit at my desk and smile as I hear the pencil lead break. The pencil sharpener is screwed to the bench at the front of the class, her bottom is towards me as she wriggles and cranks the handle. The pencil sharpener is so good, that the point it leaves is needle like, this will probably happen ten to twenty times, before she is done.

I know her parent well, the approve of my discipline, she really needs it regularly. They will almost certainly spank her tonight, and in the morning. When she comes up she will be wiggling her red bruised bottom before the whole school.

If, it is not signed. She will be bent over and get ‘six of the best’, touching her toes, before the whole school, to start her day.

Asa

Photo Set 513 ~ Grey Vest, Willow Green Knickers, Buckingham Green Socks, and Plimsols…

Continuing with various outfits over various apparatus. This time it is Samantha, sent to me from her P.E. Class at the appointed time to receive a bare bottom caning.

This means that when she returns to the gym, she will have the humiliation of carrying on with her exercises etc with a painful bottom and her stripes showing out of the sides of her knickers, and no doubt whimpering and sniffing.

She is at the Vintage Flogging Stool today…

“Stand before the stool Samantha.”

“Yes Mr.Jones Sir.”

“Pull the flogging stool out from the wall please. We do not want you to bang your head as you bend over, do we?”

“No Mr.Jones, I don’t want to bang my head.”

“That’s enough. Now bend over and grip the legs, low down, and tuck your knees in please.”

“Yes Mr.Jones Sir.”

“Right, I am going to take down your knickers, and very quickly give you five strokes of the cane on your bare bottom. I want you to take our hands off the legs and place them on the rail. You will remain in place, if you move, it will be six. Understand?”

“Yes Sir, I will tr my best not to move Sir.”

THWACK, THWACK, THWACK, THWACK, THWACK….

“OWWWW, OOOOH, EEEEEEEEK! YEEEEOOOOOOW! OHHHHHHHHHHOOOOOWWW!”

She takes them well, and remained in place, thus saving her the sixth stroke.


“You will now stay in that position, no matter who may come in, and remain thus until I allow you to go back to the gym. You have a good fifty minutes of your lesson left, I will give you time to compose yourself.”

sniff….snifff….snifff…. “Oooooh, ahhhh, thank you….ooooh, Mr.Jones Sir..” sniffle….

Asa

Black and White – Set 21

It is 1968, Charlotte is sweet 16…she looks much older.

Pretend you are Charlotte’s Mummy or Daddy. You have heard rumours that she has been up to something naughty. You find a scrap of paper in her school blouse breast pocket as you pick it up whilst collecting some washing.

Written on it is the name of a magazine, ‘The Parade’, with this months issue date and ten exclamation marks. There is also the address to send ‘readers wives photos’, on the back of the piece of paper is the name of a local photography studio, with a seedy reputation.

You cannot resist and search her bedroom. You find a brown paper envelope, inside are these…


You talk to you partner and both wait in the kitchen. You discuss the best course of action. If you feel so inclined, please tell us what happens next…

The front door opens. You hear shoes kick off, a bag hung up, and a jacket. Then a happy shout… “Hello Mummy, hello Daddy, your good little Princess is home, what’s on the menu for me today?…”

Over to you…I would like you to concentrate on your reply and what you threaten….here she is, she has just opened the kitchen door…

Asa

SPANKERS GALLERY ~ No 8 Continuing our Roue Magazine Tribute…

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…oooOOOooo…

Education

From Roue 12

Education, as we have said before in this series of articles, supplies the artist with endless opportunities to depict scenes of a disciplinary nature, and with the confidence of knowing that in an educational scenario there will be a credibility factor perhaps lacking in other situations. This is particularly true of scenes which have an historical flavour, as in the drawings in this Spankers Gallery.

Should any reader wish to contribute material for publication in forthcoming ‘Gallerys’, such contributions, preferably with a short note outlining the supposed circumstances which the illustration is intended to represent, would be gratefully received.


In this drawing the artist has left no doubt as to the nature of the punishments administered by this gentleman. He wields the cane with an expert arm, and a certain knowledge of just how to cane for maximum pleasure in whipping tender feminine bottoms into gyrating swerves of stinging cane weals. He likes to hear ‘em squeal, and squeal they most certainly do! Not for him the finesse of a carefully applied caning, strokes spaced out across the cheeks to ensure an overall stripy glow, timed to let the girl find what scraps of composure she still has left. No indeed! Get ‘em in, get ‘em stripped off and thrash their little bums — never mind that this girl only dropped a pencil in assembly, while the next one was found down in the village with the louts from the marketplace — a bare bum’s a bare bum, and fair game for the cane.

Asa’s Note…

I have covered chairs in many ways…

Groups

From Roué 23

The Gallery, back again in this issue, concerns itself this time with a particular theme; girls punished in groups.

Illustrators interested in the punished female sit-upon frequently depict their girls in situations where several stages of a disciplinary encounter can be shown in the same drawing. The illustration which we have included this time where the girl is being tugged by her shorts through a doorway makes this point very well. Though she herself is yet to be punished, the probable outcome of her interview with the person utilising the cane in that novel way is not in doubt. There in the middle distance is, in effect, another picture of the self-same girl as she will be when the cane has done its work. Every picture therefore can indeed tell a story, and doesn’t necessarily fail in this objective by leaving out the actual application of the disciplinary instrument to the girl’s bottom.

The other drawings in this section approach the matter in another way, leaving the reader to invent his own scenario to fit in with the picture. Those little stories which we have appended to these drawings are therefore no more than one person’s suppositions, and the reader is of course free to invent his own atmosphere within which the girls and their situations can come to life for him.

Detention Room


Two punished bums, an unoccupied stool, and a blonde-haired girl parked in a corner. Is she pulling her knickers up, we wonder, or is she pushing them down? From the look of anguished suspense on the face of the girl with the big eyes, whatever has been going on is still not concluded, and from the angle of her hands and elbows that one in the corner surely is pushing her pants down, isn’t she? The other girls have already had part of their punishment; probably not all of it, or they wouldn’t still be spread-eagled across their stools with their knickers hauled up so nicely, but it’s that girl over in the corner who’s the enigma. She doesn’t look to have been punished at all; one wonders what she’s being saved for. Although she is having to take her pants down now — it would seem that whatever the drama which is about to be enacted here, we have arrived just at the point when all is about to be revealed, though not to us unfortunately.


Eight pairs of eyes followed the woman as she paced around the room. She shook her head and stopped beside her desk. Looking up, she addressed the throng.

‘I just cannot understand it,’ she said. ‘Blowing up the school lab is bad enough but to choose to do it today — today of all days. I’ll never live it down — never!’

The time was indeed somewhat inconvenient for the terrors of 6B1 to try out their latest — and most catastrophic — chemical experiment, for Uplands School for Young Ladies had that day played host to none other than His Royal Highness Sheik Khaleb whose daughter, it was hoped, would be joining their number in the new term.

The Royal personage had been quite impressed with what he had seen and had just sat down with the Headmistress, Mrs Wolf, when the explosion rang out. He ran along the corridor with Mrs Wolf and sundry other teachers to discover the blitzed laboratory. No-one had been injured but it was obvious that it would cost thousands to repair the damage.

Mrs Wolf apologised over and over again to her distinguished visitor but it was clear that he was far from pleased with what he had witnessed. Bidding the woman goodbye, he said he’d let her know about whether his daughter would be attending the school and left in a flurry of robes.

Mrs Wolf was certain what form his decision would take — there would be no Sheik’s daughter joining Uplands in the new term and it was all down to the eight little wretches of 6B1 who sat nervously before her in the detention room.

‘Mr Partridge left you for just ten minutes — ten minutes! And just look at the havoc you caused,’ she stormed, setting off on a head-shaking walk around the desk. ‘Well, there is nothing else for it — you must all be punished. At least if I can assure His Highness that you have all been severely dealt with he may have second thoughts — I doubt it, but he may. At any rate, punished you shall be and, let me say, punished as never before. All of you choose a separate desk, take off your skirts and bend over.’

There was much scraping of chair legs and muttering as the eight complied with Mrs Wolf’s wishes. Within a couple of moments eight navy-blue-knicker-clad bottoms were presented to the redoubtable Headmistress who had by now extracted from a drawer of the desk twelve inches of brown leather.

‘Knickers up nice and tight,’ she thundered and the eight reached behind and tugged at the waistbands of their respective garments.

The woman was standing at the side of the girl who was to be the first to taste ‘Wolf’s Whacker’.

‘Let this be a lesson to you, Angela Freeman,’ she said and held aloft the wicked tawse.

It fell with a swoosh and lashed across the tight seat of the girl’s pants. Angela gasped as indeed she gasped after each of her six strokes. She was ordered to remain in position as the next girl was approached.

‘Jacqueline Yates — your turn. Now stick that bottom out!’ came the command as again the strap was raised. Jacqueline was yelling after only the second stroke and by the time she had received her full quota was weeping copiously.

‘Janet Ball; six for you.’ And the strap wrapped itself around the large behind of the tubbiest girl present. Her fat cheeks wobbled, her large hips swayed as the six strokes were administered to her rear-end.

‘Only two days since Miss Harding had to give you a spanking, isn’t it, Sonia,’ she said as she moved along the line to the next girl. ‘Well, this will hurt somewhat more than that, I can tell you.’ The leather tawse thrashed down onto the girl’s bottom, leaving her gasping for air and stifling cries of pain.

‘Helen Thomas; I thought I told you to get these knickers up tight,’ said the Head as she tugged at the waistband so that the base of the girl’s cheeks were bared. Mrs Wolf made sure that four of the strokes that this girl felt landed on that denuded area — an act that brought forth high-pitched screams from the unfortunate young lady.

‘Do I detect a bit of cheating here, Miranda Fuller? Mrs Wolf asked as she reached the next girl. ‘Two pairs of knickers, eh? No doubt you feel the cold more than most. We’ll have them both down, Miranda, so that you can feel the heat more than most. Come on girl — jump to it!’

Asa’s note:-

I have covered many groups…and detention rooms…

continued….

Miranda knew that any protests would serve only to exacerbate the situation and within the minute was bending again over the desk with her plump bottom bared awaiting its thrashing — and what a thrashing! Mrs Wolf laid the strokes across the girl’s naked buttocks with all her might and, amidst her wailing and pleas for mercy, Miranda made a mental note to ignore the suggestion of one Teresa White of Form 5A2.

‘Bottom out, Lesley Bugden,’ came the order as the Head moved on to the penultimate culprit and the strap swooshed down its half-a-dozen times onto the thinly-covered bottom.

‘And last but not least,’ announced Mrs Wolfe, ‘we have Julie Howard. Something of a regular customer, aren’t we, Julie. I wouldn’t mind betting that you instigated the little bit of fun in the lab. No? Well, nevertheless it’s six for you so hold onto that desk-top firmly, young lady. This is going to hurt you more than it’ll hurt me!’ The strokes rang out and Julie, for all her experience of being on the receiving end of ‘Wolf’s Whacker’, yelled her pretty little head off.

‘Right,’ the Head began as she resumed her position at the desk at the front of the room. ‘I want you all as Miss Fuller is — that’s right, knickers down — and be quick about it. Let’s see how much damage my strap has done.’

Eight bare bottoms were now on view as Mrs Wolf strode down the aisles inspecting the glowing

cheeks.

‘Hmmmm — yes, very good. I think you all felt that. Er, Janet and Helen — what are you doing? Did I tell you to pull your knickers back up? Well?’

‘Er, no, Mrs Wolf. It’s just that…’

‘Yes, Helen — I’m waiting.’

‘Well, it’s just that… w-we th-thought you’d f -finished with us.’

‘Finished? Come come — you know me better than that, don’t you? Finished! — I’ve only just begun,’ she announced as from the confines of a drawer she produced a long, slender cane. ‘We’ll have those knickers right down and all of you right over those desks — and stop that chatting. Surely no-one believed that I was going to let you off with a half-a-dozen whacks with the strap, did you? Now, bottoms right out, girls…’

more to come…

Asa

A little taste of something coming soon…

I am working on a story where a Teacher and a Prefect are in cahoots, selling cheap cigarettes to the girls in the school.

They get caught!

A double spanking, and much more.

This is Suzette and Kate getting spanked, the man spanking Suzette is me! I did not want to show my face so asked our ‘Fake’ man (Chromlech) to give me a different face. He has done a great job and will slowly work on lots more, this will enable me to have M/f spanking shots more often.

I am pleased to say, he looks nothing like me!

Asa

Black and White Set – 20 ~ The Girl Next Door

in the second photo, I want you to look up into the background, because that window, up there, is your bedroom window, Charlotte always get spanked in the same place, and you always have a perfect view. You have just pulled up and walked into your house, you are alone, you saw Charlotte’s Mummy trudging up the hill with a shopping bag. You nip up for a shower, and look out of the window before you undress, you see Charlotte having a smoke. You continue to watch, expectantly….You pull the curtains to leave a small gap, and strip naked, you watch and wait…hoping.

Your hope is fulfilled, Mummy catches her, and hurries her inside to the spanking spot, telling her off, every step of the way. This is what you witness, I am sure you can put your own thoughts to the photos…..the main thing is, you are naked, watching, through the gap in the curtains.

And now, if you would….

Look at the photo next to the end. Charlotte is smiling to herself….why?

Write a few lines, and the one I like best, I will add it to the end of the story, here…

…HOW COULD I PICK A WINNER?

Two entries, both fabulous, read the comments below.

COMPETITION CLOSED.

Asa

Photo Set ~ No 511 – A Stool, Navy Blue Knickers, Grey Socks…and a bare bottom! ~ Part 5 of set 495

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…oooOOOooo…

I am waiting for a knock on the door, Kate is coming back, it was only just over a week ago since I spanked her on the seat of her navy blue knickers, with the small plimsol, a dozen whacks in all. Remember?

I sometimes wonder on the intelligence of a girl, I told her quite plainly last time that if she was back any time soon, it would be another dozen, but without her knickers! Yet here she is.

I have a theory, and when I retire from this school I am going to write an anthology of the naughty school girl, after all, I have punished naughty bottoms thousands of times, and always make my own little notes. I have come to the conclusion that those who come back, often fall into two categories, the first in a minx, quite simply a girl who is a bit of a rebel, and just cannot help getting into trouble, and is quite happy to take the risk of being caught and punished. It makes me wonder what they have actually got away with, to make the risk so worthwhile!

The second, and this is what I believe Kate to be. I think she is in the formative years of her psyche, and her psyche is that of a submissive. I believe that she likes it. She probably cannot understand why yet, but I am quite sure of it.

knock knock knock…

“Enter!”

After the customary reprimand and voicing my disappointment, she stands still. She looks anxious, and sorry, but beneath that persona, I believe she is feeling some kind of sexual excitement at being back.

“I told you quite clearly that your next visit will result in a punishment on your bare bottom, I trust that the fact of me seeing such a part of your anatomy naked, and thereafter punishing it with a plimsol, might make you think before you doing something silly like flirting ink sodden pellets at the girl in front of you. It has upset her, and the girl’s Mummy has sent in a bill for cleaning her jacket and blouse. This is the receipt, in an envelope, with a letterready for you to take home to your parents! I put it on the desk. Get to the stool, bare your bottom, and bend over.”

Kate goes to the now familiar spot, and looks around. The smell of Johnson’s Beeswax Polish, and Brasso, fills her nostril, as does the usual ticking of the clock and my patient breathing fill her mind…


Her destiny is before her, and all around her. My apparatus and implements hang and stand around the room, a deterrent for some, yet like this case, a taste of what is to come, and possibly something they are saving for later, like a favourite treat. Such is the complicated mind of a submissive girl.

I see that she glances at the rack before her, and pauses momentarily, then the journey of her navy blue knickers continue. I watch as her bare bottom, (and a fine one it is), comes into view.

She takes a deep breath, which conveys a myriad of emotions and feelings, as she bends over the stool. I can tell, as easily as if she had told me, that this is important, very important to her. I suspect that in the privacy of her bed tonight, she will be masturbating about this. And this moment, this sacred moment for her, will be paramount.

“You have presented your bare bottom to me very well Kate. However I want you slightly differently.” I walked to her side. Her breathing was quite something…it portrayed excitement, need, expectancy, and fulfillment.

Her behaviour in class might disappoint me, but here she had a chance to do exactly as I instruct, and in her mind, she thought it would please me.

She was not wrong, maybe she could see my psyche in return through her eyes. I love what I do, punishing naughty girls is exactly what I want to do, and carry on doing for as long as I can. My mind returns to the professional task at hand, and I continue to tell her how I want her to position her bottom for a spanking.

“Take tiny steps with your feet until I say stop……STOP!”

I knelt beside her, it almost felt like sliding beside a lover in bed…so close, so intimate. I had to show and use great resolve, she must not know how this affects me….none of them must. I slid her navy blue knickers to her ankles and rested my eyes on the glorious heap pf navy blue cotton.

“Grip the bar tightly, the time for your bare bottom spanking with the plimsol is nigh. Bend your knees and tuck them into the space between the flogging stool legs.

She moaned in ecstasy. It could not have been anything else, I had chosen my words carefully, and uttered them slowly. My tongue, through speech, had made a direct hit on her young twitching vagina.

She was fluttering, excitement was running in spirals down her legs and mixing with the butterflies in her tummy. I could smell her, the tasty tang of excited woman, a smell I first encountered after smelling my fingers after fingering my first girlfriend was permeating the room. I was almost giddy with the scent, but kept control.

Before I raise my plimsol to the spanking heavens and bring it down into the sea of the soft girl buttocks, lets spend a moment, relaxing in the grandeur of the presented bottom…

I began….THWACK!

“Owwwwww, oooooooh, one Mr.Jones, thank you Mr.Jones.” She gasped with great release…was it an orgasm? It sounded like it.

I never asked her to count, I never asked her to thank me, but I am so glad she did.

more to come

I think I poured my feelings of spanking my dear Kate onto the paper there, ::smile:: …I hope it did not spoil the esscence of a school girl spanking too much for the purist, but I am going to leave them before you, forever, it is how it is between Kate and I, when we are alone…spanking.

Asa