Three Girls and their Spanking Pain Slut – Part 16

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This is part of me showing my photos in black and white, some have been seen in colour before, but I take so many similar ones at a shoot, that most of these are slightly different unseen ones.



“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.

more to come…


Three Spanking Friends and their naughty maid, Suzette ~ Part 13…The punishments begin!

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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.


The Girl at the Window ~ Photo Set ~ 517

My dear Kate, doing one of her favourite things, looking through a window, knowing people can see her, yet almost….almost sure, that anyone who looks up, to perhaps smile, has no idea what she is doing.

You see she loves to lift her dress or skirt, and lower her knickers to bare her bottom, and look out of a window….then, stroke her pussy. It is a delight to witness. I never rush a model, why would anybody? You get the best out of a girl with friendship, patience, good ideas, and taking time…taking time to know what they like.

Her little face lit up, when after donning one of her favourite outfits, (the green gingham summer dress, navy blue school knickers and white socks), she was told that I wanted her looking out of the window at people, whilst naked below her waist.

She almost ran to the window.

Soon she was tugging at her pubic hair, a sign I recognise of a turned on Kate, preparing to slide gentle fingers between her increasingly moist pussy lips.

She talks to whoever is out in the yard as she looks down from the top floor of the old mill where my studio is. “Hello Mr. Lorrydriver, my bottom and pussy are bare!”

She will follow that up with a naughty little giggle.

She hopes they will see her, and perhaps smile or wave. Her hands get ready to do so. At the same time she involuntary pumps her bottom backwards and forwards, slowly. It is very arousing to watch.

Hearing her mutter to the people, it is as if her reflection, herself and the shadow are in a secret, whispered, spanking and masturbation, conversation.

She’ll turn towards someone who has seen her and pit her fingertips of her left hand hard against her clitoris and continue to pump her botttom, as she talks…quite filthily at times, whilst the speed of her pumping increases..

I have asked her, and she has told me that she did this a lot as a teenager in her bedroom. Her Mum and Dad owned a shop, a newsagent and general store, she had the bedroom above the shop door, and she said she bet they never knew what she was doing.

Hmmm, I beg to differ. From this side of the window, it is obvious as she bobs up and down on her finger tips faster and faster, oblivious to me and my camera, telling whoever is watching that she is a dirty, naughty girl and would like his or her fingers where hers are!

I bet old men on a Sunday morning, going for their papers and ciggies knew and lapped it up. She has said a few times that a group would chatter and wave in a small group. What a naughty girl…I ought to make a short story to suit.

Maybe I will one day.

She has one of the sweetest, quietest orgasms from masturbation I know, her voice is soft and gentle as she comes, letting forth little moans and groans….faster and faster until she goes….”oooooooooooooh mmmmmmmmm!”

Then she will turn, and say. “That was very nice Mr.Jones. Thank you.”

I can assure you that only a minute or so before this photo, that is exactly what had happened, this is her ‘just after orgasm face’, and can’t you tell!!!

I love my naughty Kate to bits, she is fabulous!


Important Announcement

On April 16th here in England a law was passed about ‘deepfake images’. Even making them and keeping them on your own computer is illegal and you can get a hefty fine, be stupid enough to share them and it could mean prison.

They mean sexually explicit pictures where a face has been replaced by another….but like all laws when written, it broadly encompasses much more.



A fictitious town with its own riding school, museum, art gallery, reading societies, art galleries, transport system etc and much, much, more, was a place created by me, to cater for the need of naughty boys who follow me and my blog. To read and see hundreds of pictures of naughty boys getting their well deserved red bottoms with oodles of public humiliation, before women. The photos which I classed as art were beautifully crafted, and made by a dear friend…Cromlech.

Because of this news report it italics below…(typical of newspaper reports on t.v., radio, and all mainstream newspapers), I have taken down three areas of my blog…

  1. All work by Cromlech.

2. The Domination of men by women.

3. Competitions involving any photo shop work.

I was banished from my blog and nearly lost everything once for a picture involving nuns spanking each other, and some people from the deep south taking offence to it. It will not happen again. It took me weeks to get it sorted and come back.

So, read this, from yesterdays newspapers…

The British government today announced it’s taking a zero-tolerance stance against sexually explicit deepfakes by introducing a new law that will mean creators of such content are at risk of being convicted of a crime even if they don’t share the video or image.

AI-generated deepfake pornography videos have been around for a while, so much so that the content has become a genre in the more prurient corners of the internet. In 2018, a number of porn websites as well as message boards banned such videos, but it hasn’t stopped what has been called “involuntary pornography” being shared online.

In 2018, the actress Scarlett Johansson called the internet a “lawless abyss” after she became a victim of deepfake celebrity porn. Just recently, Taylor Swift aired similar animus against the practice as she also became a victim. With the rise of generative AI and the fact that it’s now much easier to create deepfakes, there have been calls to introduce new laws against such content in the U.S.

But the U.K. has taken up the mantle in this fight, with its Ministry of Justice explaining that just by creating a sexually explicit AI-generated image, a person could be handed a heavy fine and gain a criminal record. If the image or video is subsequently shared, that could mean prison.

Under the U.K’s “Online Safety Bill”, the sweeping legislation the U.K. introduced to tame the “Wild West” of the internet – it’s also been called Orwellian due to its invasive nature – it was already illegal to share such content, but now just the process of making it could get someone in trouble.

“The new law will mean that if someone creates a sexually explicit deepfake, even if they have no intent to share it but purely want to cause alarm, humiliation or distress to the victim, they will be committing a criminal offense,” explained the Ministry. The country’s Minister for Victims and Safeguarding, Laura Farris, said this sends a “crystal clear message that making this material is immoral, often misogynistic, and a crime.”


Like my stories, actions have consequences. So sadly I have taken down what so many of you came for. Sorry.



Samantha’s Apron Day – 20

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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!

Ohhh…nearly forgot….your colour bonus. Don’t make a mess of the screen!


Part Three of Mr.Maxwell’s Chair ~ Photo Set 516

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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!!!


Samantha Tries the Other Side ~ Part Twenty

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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.


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…


Black and White Set ~ 25

Two naughty girls have been trying the patience of the Headmistress and Deputy Headmistress for months. After many threats, they need to deliver and show the girls that they mean business, whilst at the same time keeping something in reserve, if they need it.

They are both waiting outside the Detention Room after school

Their wait is made deliberately long, they are very nervous. “You don’t think we’ll be caned do you?”, “Oh God, I hope not….surely!”

The Deputy Head approaches, brandishing a cane. It terrifies them. So does she!

The Headmistress opens the door and tells them to enter, she too has a cane. Things do not look good for the two girls.

They are spoken to strictly, using few words. “In you both come…..You naughty girls!”

Once in, the door closes clinically behind them.

They are severely reprimanded, and are shaken by the threats of what is coming to their bare bottoms…

The two girls beg forgiveness and say how sorry they are. The plan has worked, they are terrified of the cane and it is the ultimate threat. Sentence is reduced to two dozen of the plimsol each, on the bare, with no mercy to be shown to their delicate bottoms.

Almost grateful for the plimsol they accept their punishment gladly, the dire warnings of a thrashing with the cane if they find themselves here again ringing in their ears!

Into position they get, the two women take their weapons, and move in.

The two very naughty girls look to each other as their bottoms are bared and a rush of cool air sends goose bumps all over their soft white vulnerable plump cheeks.

The two women lay into their bare bottoms with full force from the first to the last whacks. Merciless, very hard, vicious whacks and thwacks land fast as the bare bottoms redden quickly whilst bobbing and wriggling!

Eventually they stop, bottoms are bright red and very hot, the women can feel the heat from them easily. The spankings are over, but will never be forgotten…or will they?

Who knows if they will come back?


Victoriana Part 2

Part Two of another fine spanking story by my dear friend ‘B’. If yyou want to see the rest of her work, click on ‘Links and Contributors’ and then click on ‘Contributors’. Once there, scroll down to her page.


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.”


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


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 !”


“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.”


To be continued…

NB : Les paresseuses sont toujours fessées cul nu = Lazy girls are always spanked bare butt.


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Voting is Now Open – ‘Batch Four’, of TradCP’s ‘AI’ Art to choose from…

If you go here, you will find his stories and art, along with the first three selections for a sort of AI Calendar I am doing next year. The winner you vote for….(do so by leaving a comment at the bottom, for your top choices)…will be for April 2025. Each art work is numbered for you to refer to.

Click here for his page…(The photos this month are below.)


Nine beauties for you this month

The background and atmosphere he has created here is sublime…


This is his AI version of Kate….(he does not know yet, but he is in trouble! Charlotte and Samantha are jealous!!!!

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A nice row of vintage beauties for the next one, all waiting for their spanking, and it looks to me like the ones on the right are hoping to be first!


Two girls waiting for their punishment, the door opens and in you go, what bottoms to pick from….who goes first?


The thin trousers of the school uniform show the redness from their classroom spankings shining through, now you are giving their sore bottoms six of the best each here, in your study…


Well, what can I say? ….”It’s a good un! And will take a bit of work to redden it all up equally, but I am up for the challenge, are you?


Now these two next ones, get me excited, I would love to put photos of me on here spanking my girls, and I have just started having some done, by another chap, Chromlech, who is altering my face, for a story. I hope TradCP can do similar, something like these…



The last one is back to where we started, a study scene.


For all sorts of very good reasons, you are going to find the voting for this month very difficult, he has had new equipment and he is getting better. At the end of the year, I might ask him to go through all the winners and bring them all up to his very high standard.

Fabulous work TradCP…well done, keep it up!