Saint Helena Correctional Institute for Unruly Girls ~ 1965 – Part Six

To read the rest, click here…

https://www.spanking-emporium.co.uk/spanking-emporium/?p=39986

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continued…

Miss Kenworthy moved on to Suzette’s bare bottom, leaving Charlotte’s a pretty shade of red.

Not much to write in this part, the girls are getting punished in turn, so enjoy Miss Kenworthy spanking Suzette…

And finally she moved on to Kate…

more to come

Asa

A New Competition… Competitions 8 and 8a ~ April 2024

My competitions seem to be going well. Let’s have one a month…

This is two fold, after a shoot with me, Samantha gets home feeling very aroused, but dutifully, she does some chores after putting her apron on. However she was so turned on, that she cannot stop thinking of the shoot, and soon has to stop and masturbate…

For writers…Competition 8

What shoot was it? What is she wishing had happened, and thus playing out in her mind?

For AI/Photoshop enthusiasts….8a

She fantasises about being caught masturbating….where could she be caught?

Put her somewhere where she should not be masturbating!

CLOSING DATE

LAST DAY OF THE MONTH ~ IN THIS INSTANCE THAT IS APRIL ~ WHY? ~ BECAUSE THIS IS THE APRIL COMPETITION ~ WE ARE NOW DOING ONE A MONTH AND THE WINNERS GO ON MY SCENARIO PAGE.

Good luck!

Asa


The Entry I missed…for competition 6

To see the competition, click here…

https://www.spanking-emporium.co.uk/spanking-emporium/?p=43280

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This was the late entry from Alex… (my fault I should have made a closing date…but…then I would never have seen it!)

So, to make amends, just for this entry. Go and fetch the cane Alex, and indulge yourself.

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Charlotte walked in to the kitchen and stopped, something was wrong; her mother was sat at the kitchen table, her head in her hands, her father was stood gripping the back of one of the chairs, his hands filled with so much tension that it looked as if he was about to tear the red leather back from the aluminium frame. Then her beautiful blue eyes alighted on the brown envelope laying at the centre of the table and at the centre of their collective woe.

“They’re for an art project..” she stammered, “at college…Samantha took them… it was her idea!” Charlotte’s voice rising with each utterance, the last a shriek of futility.

“DON’T LIE!” roared her father, a voice he had once used to great effect as a Sgt Major in the army, cowering aspiring soldiers and forcing them to great feats of endurance.

He strode from the far side of the table to her at the door, grabbing her upper arm in a vice like grip, “With me now” he stated in a flat tone, his anger plateaued.

He led her past the sitting room to his study, reaching behind the door he pulled out his military drill cane from its leather sheath; the polished brass cap flashed in the late afternoon sunlight coming in the hall window.

“Outside now” he menaced in her ear as he dragged her to the back door. Once outside he continued to stride up the concrete path to the garage towing his daughter behind him. He opened one of the large double doors enough to push the petrified young girl in, he followed close behind.

“Put your hands on the bench and bend over” he said.

“No Daddy, please no!” Charlotte wheedled.

“Do it now you disobedient little girl or it will only take longer”

Charlotte looked at her father, pleading with him to change his mind and offer clemency for her foolish actions. The cane rose above her head and quick as a flash the brass cap hurtled down like a miniature comet striking the back of her left leg, she yelped first in surprise and then in pain as the fire of the first stroke spread through her nerves.

“Lean forward you terrible child!” he pushed her upper body down with his left hand causing her round posterior to rise, his right hand whipped down and the cane tasted it’s first bottom in many years.

Asa’s note…

…well done Alex, brilliant writing, the image it created in my head was fabulous, I could hear and see it all. I do hope you try again.

A note on competitions…

In future, I will give competitions a time scale. I was just looking back to find comments that need moderating, and found a lovely entry to the Charlotte and the Photographer competition, and of course I have just displayed the winners.

I should have thought of it before, but…sigh…I didn’t.

But good news! It won’t happen again.

Asa

Attention Women!…. especially those who like spanking!…top or bottom.

Suzette has had an idea.

She is a bit lonely here, she is friends with my girls, but all the rest of the club members are men.

If we put a Taster Day on at my studio, where you can come in complete safety, to meet Charlotte, Kate, Samantha and Suzette, would it be of interest?

No pressure, feel free to take selfies with the girls, maybe spank one or two or get over your favourite’s knee. But again I say…. NO PRESSURE, NOT EVER, NOT FROM ME, or the girls.

So be brave, be bold, be adventurous, come and have an all girls spanking day. I will be there of course! But honestly…. you can trust me. You will be safe, and of course, tea and cake will be on offer.

It could become a regular thing…..we could have themes, perhaps with a school classroom day to start?

Me and my studio might be the only offer you will ever get to come to a safe all girls spanking day.

Contact me.

go on….some of you must be curious…be brave. Come and try the victorian maids outfit and bloomers, or try a school uniform, come and sit on Neddy for a giggle….make your own school name up and come, just for fun….it has to start somewhere….the first all female spanking club….with the possibility of joining our mixed club one day. The only drawback is me, I have to be there, it is my studio…..but I am a nice enough old bloke, so come on!

USE THE COMMENTS BELOW, NOBODY WILL SEE YOUR E-MAIL, ONLY ME. LEAVE A QUESTION FOR SUZETTE OR ME, TALK TO EACH OTHER VIA COMMENTS ….LAY YOUR LITTLE WORRIES TO REST… GET EACH OTHERS E-MAILS, HAVE A CHAT ON LINE….LET IT BEGIN…HERE.

Asa

Princess Spanky Takes a Job – Part 12

This is the third adventure of Princess Spanky and the Governess of Spanking Dreams…

First we saw them in the punishment room..

Then in the conservatory…

And now, in part 3, Princess Spanky has been caught masturbating once again, instead of doing her chores. To see the rest, click on ‘Photo Stories’ in the menu bar above, and scroll down to 87, in 87 you will find another 20 or so stories….just scroll through, you’ll find them!

continued…

…we left Princess Spanky in a now familiar situation! Getting ready for yet another bare bottom spanking from the Governess of Spanking Dreams.

“Every time I regain my trust in you, you let yourself down don’t you? It is a good job it was me who caught you imitating a fiddler’s elbow with a carrot up your pussy isn’t it?”

Poor Charlotte could not help but snigger at her Mistress’s choice of words.

“QUIET!!! You stupid girl, I am being serious, what if it was my Mother, or a friend, even worse a friend with a child or two? Have you no sense at all girl?”

Charlotte quietly got into position, thinking it best to keep her silly mouth shut.

Samantha moved to her side.

“I am seeing more of this broad smile than the pretty one on you face!”

Again Charlotte giggled.

“QUIET!!!”

Her Mistress delivered a few warm up smacks, by hand on her pet’s upturned bare bottom.

“Oh I am not warming you up any more, why should I? You do not deserve kindness today you naughty girl!” Samantha said as she walked to her cupboard. To get a leather paddle.

“Right then girl…..brace yourself!”

The Governess of Spanking Dreams began to spank her with the leather paddle, making her pet wiggle and squeal…

Just at that moment the gate opened, and into the back yard walked you! You look through the window, the Governess of Spanking Dreams smiles at you….her pet continues to wiggle and squeal….

So a little competition….

THIS IS WRITING COMPETITION 7

to see the rest, click here…

https://www.spanking-emporium.co.uk/spanking-emporium/?p=20484

So tell me…..what happens next….mail me.

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As usual at this part of the story, either me or Samantha spank Charlotte to get a nice red bottom for the photos . I did in this case, but then we noticed the time, it had run out, and I have not done any more with this series ……..yet.

So…….THE END…..no more to come in this one, for now.

I wrote to a lovely old museum, a mill, a bit like where my studio is, all white paint and wood, but alas, they said no. I fancied having her working in a mill next you see.

I will think of something for her, and it isn’t as if I have not got enough to be going on with. But they will return….so…

more to come!

Asa

Winner(s) of Competition – 6

To see the original post, click here…

https://www.spanking-emporium.co.uk/spanking-emporium/?p=43280

Two winners, but because this one stuck to the remit of what I asked…..

what did the parents say /do, when she came home?’

It should be first…

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From Old Codger.


Mr and Mrs Charlotte where at a complete loss as to what to do.

Their beautiful daughter was a handful. She was quite the flirt and always seemed to revel in the attention she recieved from men and boys of all ages.

And now she’d chosen to capitalise on it.


Well it was legal the pretty 6th former was almost 17 at this point but knowing her parents wouldn’t consent she had sought the services of the disreputable photographer of her own volition.

But what of her future? Oh the shame of it all! What when the neighbours find out? Oh what a fix what a little minx!


There was only one thing for it and that was to call old uncle Asa he’d know what to do!

A pillar of the local community he was both feared and respected in equal measure and in no time at all the dodgy photographer was handing over the negatives and returning his fee.


“I’ll make sure you won’t ever work in this town again” he had been sternly warned.


The magazine was easier thankfully it had not gone to print and the editor was quick to assure that he had not recieved any photos and that if he did he would return them asap…To uncle Asa.


It was a blessed relief to Charlottes parents.

Picking up the envelope containing the photos Charlotte had already had taken uncle Asa turned and looked her in the eye.


“Now I shall take these and put them on the fire you silly girl” and for good measure, he added “I think you deserve a good hard spanking!”


The words sent a tingle through the rather contrite looking girl.

Crafty old uncle Asa put the photos in his jacket pocket as her relieved parentsthanked him. “I will spare you from having to see these dreadful photos again” he added benignly as he left.

For years to come the old boy would often stroke his rigid member while viewing the photographers work and now all these years later here they are in all their glory.

There were some good, really good tries, and please look at them, by clicking the above link, and scrolling down to comments. This one deviated from the idea of what the parents said, and I thought did I ought to make it a winner, it was so good, I decided to give it 2nd place.

Well done David.

 “Do you intend to daydream through all of this detention young lady,” Mr Jones said in a mock exasperated tone.

 “You don’t understand Sir.”

 “No I don’t! Although I hope you understand the reason why you are here in detention. Well Miss Paris, do you?”

 Paris sighed, “Oh yes Sir. Well, I imagine it’s something to do with the photos taken of me in my school uniform.”

 “It most certainly is and the Headmaster is so incensed that he has had to sit down in a darkened room. I on the other hand, and with his mumbled approval, am able to inform you what is due to you now that you have wilfully broken school rules.”

“But all I did was to have a few photos taken Sir. What’s wrong with that?”

“Absolutely nothing wrong with a few well-posed portraits young lady. However, you were in this photographer’s studio without permission, and in school time. Not only that but the photos were hardly portraits were they?”

“Artistic, the photographer said, Sir. Have you seen them then?”

“Oh yes, I have definitely seen them Miss Paris,” Mr Jones said incredulously, “And so has the rest of the world thanks to your posts on the internet. But I would describe them as…..well, certainly not ‘artistic’. A state of nudity and flagrant display of private parts does not equate to art. So, my task now is to bring you from your realm of daydreaming to the real world.”

“What do you mean Mr Jones?” Miss Paris asked innocently.

“Absent from school without permission has earned you a sound spanking over my knee; Being outside school grounds in school time without permission has earned you a slippering at my discretion; and Bringing the school into disrepute by your display of nakedness linked to various stages of disrobing school uniform, has earned you twelve strokes of the cane.”

The recalcitrant schoolgirl thought about this for a moment.

“Yes, I think that all seems quite reasonable Sir. I just have two questions,” Miss Paris said with a sensuous smile on her face.

“Yes young lady, what do you wish to know?” Mr Jones asked.

“Oh I was just wondering if after my spanking, slippering and caning, whether you will be taking any more photographs of me? After all I imagine you will lower my knickers and probably remove my skirt. And I was also wondering if the Headmaster knows you have your own studio in town Sir? He may want to join in with some of our shoots.”

Asa’s note….

Full of surprises and well written, well done David.

More competitions on their way, both writing and photography/art.

Malcolm

Asa Jones Spanking ‘Creative Greenhouse’ ~ Number One – The Transition to the new, and the maintaining of the old…

These will pop up from time to time.

I run a club, and it is crammed full of the nicest, interesting, intelligent, creative people…. who are all interested in spanking.

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TRADITIONAL NOT OLD…

Do you read the comments at the bottom of the posts? It takes a day or two for them to flood in, but it is well worth looking at older posts, people like Suzette add her feelings to her spankings in stories, Jean Marie drips eroticism every time she adds, various men add illuminating, exciting, funny, observant points, all enhancing the experience of visiting my blog.

This is the basic level of members in my club.

The next level, belongs to my delightful contributors, these are story writers, photographers, AI and Photoshop experts, Spanking History and Ephemera Collectors. Lots of these have their own page. A lot of these would be in the next level up, but due to living possibly up to thousands of miles away, can’t visit me.

Then comes the Elite Level, people who have climbed to the top of the club and come to my events.

If my blog was a Greenhouse, then all of these people would be my most treasured and cared for plants, I encourage and nurture them to blossom, like beautiful blushing spanked bottom pink Orchids…

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This statement will be more relevant in a few paragraphs…

I have just started my Scenario Page, consisting of posts devoted to a single photo, click here…

https://www.spanking-emporium.co.uk/spanking-emporium/?p=43375

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To nurture means to look after, encourage, reward…to tend something, caringly.

People who leave a comment, then more, and more….get invited to join the club.

People who contribute, eventually end up with their own page.

People who become real friends, get invited to visits if they live close enough.

Photographers and Artists, end up with their own artists page.

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It is important for a club to have rewards and aspirations. It is also the responsibility of someone who runs a club to provide a happy rewarding experience. I try, but admit that my blog always comes first, but I do what I can, and because of that the, club is growing, and in its own way, flourishing.

BUT WE DO NEED MORE WOMEN…IT IS A SAFE PLACE, I will look after you, I promise…interested?

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I did a CLUB COMPETITION the other day, for members who are in to the EXCITING MODERN WAYS. 

My blog thrives on TRADITIONAL SPANKINGS and that is my forte. But some of my club members embrace the MODERN TECHNOLOGY LIKE ARTIFICIAL INTELLIGENCE AND PHOTO SHOP ETC. TO ENHANCE THE TRADITIONAL SPANKINGS.

THESE ARE NOT THE FINISHED ARTICLE…

I gave the club members interested in this modern technology a challenge… via the competition.

I asked….”Do what you can with this, show me what modern technology can do to enhance my blog.”


So far three members have entered the competition. There will be no outright winner, but the best ones will go on the page I linked to above, where single photos have a scenario written around them.

These are still being worked on, but look what the first two look like so far…

I will ask for more…can Samantha on the H.M.S. Victory, have a shadow under her, can there be implements etc

This will be a school trip, where a girl has misbehaved, could a navy man be spanking her, if I sent a suitable photos could she be ‘riding the gunners daughter’ in her next visit etc etc

The second could be Saint Helena High School on a School Holiday, could there be a plimsol on the table?

THE FUTURE

Holds exciting possibilties, girls spanked at bus stops, on buses, on planes, in castles, and stately homes etc etc

I could give them six, eight, ten photos and build whole stories with them. The people who are doing these are writers too. They will have exclusive rights to all my photos, and I will let them ask for particular poses etc

I will not see most of it, I am 72, and by the time my ideas get to fruition I will be 74? 75? But talking of the future, I have a little announcement.

I have asked my web queen to make my blog live on forever, on the ‘cloud’, so my work will go on, and I have asked Suzette and her partner to take over when I die, they now have my password, and access to every photo I have taken.

One has to plan these things, but…..God Willing, it will not be for a while yet!

Whew! Fuck me…..I sat here for a minute or so thinking, “That’s it, I have tempted Fate, and he will tap me on the shoulder any second and whip my head off with his scythe!!”

But no, there was no dull thud as I crumpled in a heap, I am still here.

If there is no post tomorrow, it seems that Fate has a cruel sense and timing!

So……more to come (I hope!)

Asa

GLAMOUR ~ INDEX

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

  1. https://www.spanking-emporium.co.uk/spanking-emporium/?page_id=18
  2. https://www.spanking-emporium.co.uk/spanking-emporium/?p=24604
  3. https://www.spanking-emporium.co.uk/spanking-emporium/?p=32421

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