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continued… A little calmer episode, with a climax at the end, as they adjust from outdoor spanking to indoor spanking, and begin a tour of their house.

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After their lovely spankings each, in the courtyard, they have reached the conservatory, and upon entering, close the door.

Hardly being able to keep their hands off of each other, they busy themselves making a cup of tea.

But spanking is never far from their mind, and after playful taps, fondles and giggles, they decide to give each other another one. Charlotte spanking Samantha at the central breakfast console first.

And then swapping over.

Their pet cat, Malcolm, was so used to spanking, that the sounds of smacks did not bother him at all.

Charlotte suddenly thought out loud, “It will be time for the postman! Is that his van door in the distance do you think?”

“Yes.” Chuckled Samantha, thinking of the young man and his blushes over the years.

“Well, we have both been spanked, maybe we should do corner time as he puts the post in the box!”

“Good idea!” Laughed Samantha.

Knowing that the Postman would have to walk next to the windows all the way around from the gate to the post box, they positioned themselves and listened.

Now imagine you are a postman….

You have parked your van, and walked up to your favourite house, hoping for a glimpse of something naughty, like you have had about ten times now.

You walk down the little lane, leading off the main road to their lovely old house. Through the trees and bushes you glimpse it, excitement mounts.

You see something, a quick movement. Oh No! You have not just missed them have you. No! You haven’t, have they been spanking again like before, you do hope so. Then you see them, almost naked, in suspenders and stockings…

What a view. You open the gate and walk slowly by, the gravel crunching under your feet.

Charlotte whispers to Samantha, “He is here, right by the window, listen.”

The footsteps stop, they know he is stood looking and begin to wiggle their bottoms for him.

A few more steps and you stop again. You stare at them, you can see the lips of their pussies hanging easily.

They whisper again. “I hope he has a wank like last time.” Samantha says softly.

You walk to the post box, and put the post in. And stand looking. You are sure they know, they said nothing last time, so you put the bag of letters down. Undo your belt, and trousers, and let your underpants drop down with them to your ankles. You manhood is rampant as your hand grips it, and begins to stroke, faster….faster….harder….

They do not move.

“Listen, he is wanking, you can hear his foreskin wetly moving, and him breathing hard.” Samantha says to her friend.

“He’s moaning now, I bet he’ll cum soon.” Charlotte replies.

You shoot hard as steaming spunk shoots as far as it ever has done from your stiff hard glistening cock. You let out a moan.

You look around, it is perfectly safe, they must have heard you. You get some tissues and wipe your purple head, and dress. You have to say something….”Thank you!”

“You are welcome!” Calls Charlotte.

“Don’t be a stranger Wanky!” Shouts Samantha.

“I won’t Spanky!” You call back.

The ice has been broken, and you walk away.

more to come

Asa

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“Stand up little spanking pet, we are going to tie you to the Saint Andrew’s Cross now, and I am going to thrash your bottom.” Kate announced.

“Yes Mistress.” Came the meek reply.

They put her in position.

Final adjustments were made, to prevent movement, and Kate picked up a stout, broad, leather paddle.

She walked to the far end of the room, and stood still, focusing on her target.

Then she walked very quickly to deliver the first mighty slap.

As she squealed and tried to regain composure, Kate moved to stand by her side and gave her bottom a real Royal Spanking!

When this spanking was done, and before she moved on to her next spanking, the girls examined their spanking slave pain slut’s bottom.

They prodded and poked, pinched and squeezed her bottom, enjoying every whimper and squeal she let out.

They were satisfied, and after a little discussion they decided to move her on, to the next room.

Your colour bonus is of them leading her away, look at her red bottom, it is a shame the black and white did not do justice to it…sometimes it does, sometimes it doesn’t.

How they loved watching her red, sore, plump, wobbling bottom, moving onto its next punishment…it made them giggle and point. Whilst ridiculing her and dropping hints at was to come.

And the spanking pet, slave slut, enjoyed every moment of their talk, and wiggled her bottom even more, whilst letting out moans and little yelps of pain, just for their pleasure and to entertain them.

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Suzette was now caught and apprehended…

“How dare you spy on us? You NAUGHTY NAUGHTY NAUGHTY!!!!! maid!” Samantha chided. “And not only that! As well as spying on our private time…..when you are supposed to be working I might add! You have your fingers diddling in your fanny as you did so!!!”

Suzette spluttered and stammered, she had no excuse. She had indeed crept up on them, in private time as they spanked each other. She had spied on them whilst masturbating hard. Then she had run, when discovered. And all this whilst she was supposed to be working, and to top it all, their private time which always ended in mutual masturbation had been spoilt.

“Get here to this table young lady, you are going to pay a very painful price for this!”

Samantha stood back and flexed the cane, watching her poor naughty maid move to where she was directed.

She was given the chance to explain her actions away, but all that came was an obviously guilty load of rubbish.

A very angry Samantha asked each of her friends if they agree that she should receive the fiercest of thrashings on her bare bottom. Both agreed wholeheartedly. Sentence was passed.

Suzette accepted the sentence and said she was sorry.

Kate and Charlotte were excited and watched their maid squirm.

“Bend over girl!” Samantha said coldly.

Kate was itching to use the clothes brush on her bottom and Charlotte the cane, watching her bend over in submission for a hard punishment was so exciting.

“Kate, Charlotte, would you be so kind as to bare her bottom for a thrashing please?” Asked Mistress Samantha.

She did not have to ask twice.

Samantha flexed her cane in eager anticipation.

Charlotte put her cane in a warm moist safe place, and helped Kate pull the crisp white knickers of the maid down. Kate had the clothes brush in her hand, and was so excited that she kept giving Suzette little smacks with it on her knickers.

Eagerness and anticipation increased between the three of them as the naughty maids bare bottom came in to view.

“Kate, start things off with the clothes brush from cold, and do not hang back!”

“Certainly.” Replied Kate.

more to come….

Suzette, please describe your feeling to us, as this happened to you.

Asa

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The atmosphere in her lovely house was one one calm, mixed with a heady scent of sexual arousal, not just for Samantha, but of course the strain of being gentleman whilst watching and smacking Samantha’s bottom stretched their trousers and self control of Fishmeister, James and Stuart to the limit.

Samantha spotted this…quite easily!

She made a suggestion. “I do not do sexual favours really, we have only just met after all, but I do understand need. Why don’t you all go in there…” She pointed to a bedroom. “….and one at a time you can come and masturbate as you look at me, I like that.”

“Yes please.”

“Yes please.”

“Yes please.”

Samantha smiled at the speed of the almost instantaneous replies. “Off you go then, I will be here waiting for the first of you.”

First out was Fishmiester…who walked down the corridor slowly, and totally captivated by Samantha’s bottom. “Can I….?”

“What? Shoot all over my bottom? Of course.”

He picked up a chair and sat, and looked at her….and began.

She loved the noise of a masturbating man, the wet click click clicks getting faster, his moans, and shuffles in the seat. She pushed her bottom and pussy out for him the very best she could. And listened.

As invited, he shot his load, high and far, to splatter all over her full round cheeks. You cannot see him he has a good range and is sat out of view.

He thanked her, and with tissues in hand, he walked exhaustedly back to the room. Samantha went to clean up, shouted the next, and went into another room.

“I’m ready James….come and find meeee!”

He soon found her, and she was polishing a mirror. “Sit down James, do you mind if I watch you do it in the mirror?”

James sat, and looked at her, as she watched him, examining him almost, as he masturbated. “Try not to soil my mirror.” She said as he increased his speed.

He was fascinated by her, and masturbated hard and fast, watching her watch him.

“Can I…..?”

“Yes, you can shoot all over my bottom James.”

Within minutes another fine load of steaming, warm, sticky spunk, ran down the crack of her bottom.

He left, she cleaned herself and waited for Stuart.

He walked in as naked as the day he was born, his manhood swaying from side to side. She was kneeling at the bottom of the bed. Their eyes met in the mirror.

He stood still, his mouth slightly agog, looking at her. His cock pulsating, and jerking up and down.

“Ready then?” Samantha asked looking at it. His wait must have been torturous.

“Do me a favour will you?” She asked.

He knew instinctively and shot a huge load of cum all over her bottom.

“I am going to have a quick bath, be a darling and make a cup of tea will you?”

Stuart went to pick up James and Fishmeister. They walked to the kitchen. Fishmeister said….”Bloody hell, that was amazing, I shot all over her….”

The other two laughed, and their glorious stories of their hat-trick unfolded.

Samantha smiled as she heard their laughter, and then gave herself an orgasm in the water.

More to cum…..but give the poor old lads a few minutes, none of them are as young as they were you know!

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continued…

For a moment she faltered, I could see her mind co-ordinating what I had just told her to do.

“Take my uniform off? But once this is off, I have little left.” She thought.

I waited and coughed. “Ahem.”

She began to disrobe…

She fumbled, and paused. Her mind was not working correctly. She began to lift her green gingham summer dress, then stopped, she was in a little panic I think. I waited some more, and watched her.

She let go of the hem. My eyes drilled into her….”Ahem!”

What followed was almost surreal. I am a lover of the Romantic Pre-Raphaelites and their beautiful Gothic, complicated art. It was as if she was going to lie down in water for Rossetti, and be covered in rose petals.

She moved gracefully, like a swan, her silhouette against the pale warm wall captivated me.

It was as if I was watching a muse of Millais, or Hunt strip seductively for a sketch in some crumbling, romantic studio.

She looked serene, and I felt a tremble go to my soul. The light in the room looked like a studio, with delicate lighting control. Picking up fine shadows and delicate curves. Her movement was smooth, and unhurried.

I watched as she wriggled to let the school dress slide down, revealing her navy blue knickers….quite transfixed. She looked every inch a woman.

Her skin took upon it a delicate sheen, the arch of her back and the recess of her backbone thrilled me.

Her full ripe, plump bottom pushed through the navy blue material as if daring me, inviting me, to bare it and spank it,

She glided like a mysterious angel of spanking, drifting to an alter of pain. To hand her ceremonial robe of gingham green on a stout peg.

She reminded me of a medieval nun in a nunnery, removing her garments for her Abbess to birch her. She stretched up as lithe as a snake, to reach the peg, which somehow became the most important object in the room. The symbol of spanking…the Holy Grail of Blushing Bottoms.

She paused, and regrettably I broke the silence of the spanking spell. “Your underwear too please.”

The schoolgirl strip tease that followed was as far removed from a seedy Soho Club as you could get. What followed was schoolgirl spanking eroticism of the highest order, as we both drifted easily and delicately back into the sound of silence, and my beautiful, vintage, hollow sounding tick… tock… tick…. tock… clock.

The smell of Kate, and the soaked in beeswaxm on the polished oak completed the atmosphere. The world once more drifted away…

More to come, sorry to wake you up! My eyes were closing then!!!

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Charlotte tugged at her pet’s leash….”Walkies!”

She took her down a couple of flights of what looked like almost unused stairs, the only footprints behind them, in the settled dust, were theirs. Down corridors they wandered, and suddenly they came into bright light. The vision of the warm day outside felt like a peek into another world. people were working in a yard, loading vans, checking lists.

Samantha pulled back a little. “But what if they see us…naked?”

“I have walked here many times, the sunlight at this time of day is dazzling, nobody will notice us, trust me.” Charlotte replied confidently.

Note…

This is true, I have stood there with my girls, with men working only feet away. It is like we are invisible. The girls have played with themselves, and done very naughty poses. I have spanked them….it is quite amazing. Nobody has ever seen. If the poor unsuspecting workers only knew eh? The walk meanders many ways, a future part will concentrate on it, but for now, their next port of call…

She came to a room with various apparatus in, and tied her pet to a suspension bar.

She picked up a cane. “We have unfinished business to carry on with my little pet, don’t we?”

“Yes Mistress.”

“Present yourself for another caning.” Commanded Charlotte.

“Yes Mistress.” Replied Samantha, gripping tight.

Charlotte took a slow deliberate aim, dragging the cane back and forth across Samantha’s buttocks.

Samantha’s breathing increased, and she began to writhe.

Her pendulous breasts swung gently as she writhed. “I love you Charlotte.”

“I know my little precious darling, I know….shhh.”

“I understand you, I know what you need. I love you too, very much. Are you ready?”

Slowly time passed, and Samantha’s breathing slowed. Then, she breathed in a deep gulp of air, and nodded her head. “I am ready Mistress, cane me!”

And cane her she did, hard. Six strokes, true and firm, in quick succession.

Then a calmness fell, as Samantha gathered her will and strength. Charlotte watched, and after a while said simply…”You have not done yet, get over to the cross.”

More to come…

Asa

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Victoriana part 2

Saturday morning I was wide awake before my radio alarm clock. It told me that it was 6 AM. I realized that I wouldn’t be sleeping another Z. I got out of bed and prepared a toast with slices of French goat cheese. I mused, Imagine France, that goat cheese will be cheaper, and I’ll have an expat allowance.

I had decided last night. I was going to visit the Ecole Ecarlate. I of course, knew that écarlate means scarlet. What a strange name for a school. I also wondered about that promise of guarantied results. I further mused, What about the méthode traditionnelle, and the school uniform? The little wheels between my ears teased. “You might be spanked till you are fluent!”

I shrugged. I am not afraid of a spanking. Daddy spanked me till I got my O and A Levels, and continued till I graduated from my banking school.

With a second cup of coffee, I searched on my cellphone for that Birchwood Manor at Switchingham Village. Once I had found it I tried 3D, but I got a “Private Property” message. TomTom said that it wouldn’t be more than a 20 minutes bike ride.

After a long shower and having dried my hair, I pulled up my new white cotton knickers. I also selected a very conservative matching bra. The Victoriana white blouse and the shortish tartan pleated skirt followed with the black sweater. Next were the knee-high socks and I selected a pair of black brogues. In my tall mirror, I smiled for having traveled back in time. ‘Back to school naughty girl!’ To be safe with the cloudy weather, I added a lightweight hooded raincoat.

It was a leisurely ride, and before the village, I took the long private alley leading to Birchwood Manor. I discovered a lovely old stone house with a superb English garden. I parked my bike and gently tap-tapped the door with the old brass knocker.

A middle-aged gentleman with an impressive mustache and an elegant tweed suit opened.

“Good morning Sir, it is about the French lessons.”

“Indeed! Compliments for the uniform. I am Monsieur Maurice.”

He led me into a small office with two comfy chairs in front of an old wooden desk. I immediately noticed the magazine on his desk. Its name of Janus meant nothing for me, but the picture on the cover confirmed what I had imagined about the méthode traditionelle.

“We shall begin with a test. We have to assess your level to decide if you have the basics for turning you into a fluent French speaker.” He showed me an antic school desk with an attached seat.

The test took one hour, it was written and oral. With that cover of Janus in mind, I did my best, but he grimaced for my accent. While he corrected the written part, I prayed that he wouldn’t reject me.

Finally he gave his verdict, “C minus, a barely average grade.”

I blushed, “I am sorry Sir. Does it mean that I don’t have the minimum requirement?”

“Hahaha! Why is it that important to be French fluent?”

“Its about a promotion, and a great position with our agency in Calais.”

“It will take 3 months, alternating 3 weeks with us including weekends, and one week back at your bank.”

“Phew! Thank you Sir!” I beamed. I was elated.

“How many years of French have you had?”

“Seven, Sir.”

“Such a poor grade after seven years of French. You should be ashamed of yourself.”

I lost my smile.

“It is evidence that you were lazy. You deserve to be punished.”

“Huh!”

“As a lazy girl you will be severely spanked on your bare bottom.”

“Oh!”

I couldn’t say that I was surprised when he stood and pulled me over his knees. It was nonetheless quite embarrassing to be pulled by the ear as a ten-year-old. He swiftly raised my skirt. I expected that much, but he lowered my knickers. Daddy had never pulled down my knickers, he only pulled them up. I felt a hot flush and knew that I was blushing as red as a peony. 

He spanked my bottom and thighs. I tried to keep my legs tightly closed. He had callous hands, probably from maintaining that lovely garden. He spanked hard and counted the smacks. After forty smacks, I started pedaling my legs and no longer cared what I was showing. He pinned one of my arms behind my back, and had one of his legs locking mine, and continued.

“Repeat after me for your first French lesson. Les paresseuses sont toujours fessées cul nu !”

SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK!

“OH! AH! AIE! AIE! Les paresseuses sont toujour fessées cul nu. OUCH! AIE!”

I got one hundred smacks. I had never received such a long and severe spanking. My bum and thighs were throbbing.

He helped me stand up and ordered, “Don’t rub! Stand in that corner with your knickers still down and holding your skirt up.” I was quite contrite. “Sniff!” I was indeed back in school and already spanked,and  well spanked.

While I was in the corner, he asked for my full name, age, address and more as he completed my file. “You will be boarding, sharing a room with 3 girls. The next term starts in a week. Your bank will have payed my fee by that time. There’s no refund if you quit before the end of the term. If you quit, your bank will be made aware of that. You will return to Victoriana for a full kit.”

“Yes Sir.”

“I promise that you will be fluent, as if you had a French mother. Pull your knickers up, adjust your skirt and give this invoice to your bank. You will notice that my methods aren’t mentioned. You may, if you want, tell your colleagues that you will be spanked as a naughty schoolgirl till you are fluent.”

“Oh, I won’t, Sir!”

“Very well, run along.”

Alicia

To be continued…

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The two girls, overjoyed at being chosen to hold the naughty boy, were so excited to see his bare bottom close up, as it was thrashed. Already red from the sting of hand, plimsol, and tawse he was to be held because he was starting to jump.

Miss Kenworthy did not hold back at all, she swung the senior thick, stout, leather tawse mercilessly at his bare bottom, making loud cracks. The girls could see his bottom wobble and jiggle as shock waves went through his cheeks.

The girls were merciless too, mocking every squeal and wobble, whilst urging Miss Kenworthy on, to hit faster and harder.

She rose to the occasion, and made him scream. “I’ll teach you a lesson you will not ever forget you NAUGHTY BOY!!!”

Kate flinched at the savagery up close, but soon found out she was safe from the swing and urged her on with Charlotte, it was a spectacle to see.

The poor boy wiggled and jiggled his soft plump bottom again.

“He is not obeying you, he is still trying to move his bottom out of the way Miss Kenworthy!” Charlotte said loudly, taunting the crying boy.

“He is the naughtiest boy ever I think!” Added Kate

“RIGHT!!!!! My lad! If you insist on jumping and hopping about, I will give you a dose of the cane, then you will wish you had stayed still!” Miss Kenworthy screamed at him.

“Nooooo nooooo nooooooo not the cane noooooo!!!!! Pleeeeease no no no no!!”

“Don’t you ever say no to me boy!” She threatened with a voice as cold as ice. “That bottom needs some stripes to make it stop being a very naughty bottom….do you agree girls?”

Miss Kenworthy took up the cane and with an evil glint in her eye, said to the girls, “Hold him steady girls, and keep out of the way, lets make him reach the high notes and teach that naughty little sticky out bare bottom a jolly good lesson, shall we?”

“OH YES!! Teach it a really really really good lesson Miss Kenworthy!” Chorused the girls.

The boy’s knees knocked…..and he braced himself, determined not to move!

more to come…

Asa