A request for grey knickers was made, so I have obliged.
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This set is centred around the punishment seat in the Detention Room. Used for a girl to wait nervously for her punishment, with bare bottom on show.
(I have videod this and it will be on my X account, but it might be the last in a set of videos I am putting up, all with the same uniform, and grey knickers)
Kate has been told to go to the punishment seat on entry to the detention room. Sniggers arise from the other girls.
She goes to stand before it.
I tell her to raise her gym slip. I see heads spin to watch, and do not discourage them. The shuffling on seats signifies this and I see Kate cringe in embarrassment.
She slides them down deftly and beautifully, quite erotically. The room goes quiet at the beauty of her bottom.
“I see you are still supporting a glow from this mornings spanking from Miss Kenworthy, you are not having a good day are you?”
“No Mr.Jones.”
“No indeed, at the end of the lesson you are getting fifteen on each cheek with the plimsol girl. Before all the girls here too I might add. Now place your hands on the seat top.
The seat deliberately has a high back, it is a struggle, even for a tall girl.
“Push your knees in please.”
“Now you have one hour to wait there, no fidgeting or disturbance or I will change the plimsol to the cane. Turn around everyone, continue with your work.”
I can hear sniffing, and sighing, is someone upset? Lets go down this corridor, I am sure it is coming from down here.
Oh I know where it is coming from, down here, at the end, is Mistress’s Punishment Boudoir, it is where she sends her naughty maids to wait for her when a punishment is due.
We are proved right, sat on a fine old oak settle is Kate, the naughtiest of her maids…sniffing, and looking anxious.
We open the door of the room opposite, it was an old grain store and has a sliding opening about a foot square, with a grill, used for drying, it controlled the wind flow. It is white washed, with an arched roof and a brick floor, cool, but not cold. There are some stools, we pick two to sit on whilst we wait, you peer out of the grill first…
You whisper to me….”We get a good view, there is no door on at all, is that how she wanted it?”
I say that it is, so sound can travel and anyone passing can see, or if two or more maids are sent, they can see the one beofore them being punished. To add to the fear.
We change places, and I look. She looks quite forlorn, like a prisoner waiting for the cell door to be opened on the day of sentencing.
We hear distant footsteps and so does she as she begins to cry. “Awwwww dearie me, ohhhh….sniff, sniff.”
Her Mistress shouts down the echoing corridor…”Stand up!”
Kate stands trembling.
We find a crate and put it in position so we can both watch.
Mistress stands at the door and tells her to turn to face the flogging stool. We look at each other, eyes widening, excitement rising, and then both return our gaze to the room. Where she turns.
“Bend over.”
We both like Kate, she is one of our favourite maids, and we both agree she has a fine rump as she bends.
“Dress up!”
Our excitement, like our manhoods, rise. We find it hard to blink.
“Part your bloomers.”
We both gasp as we see the curtains unveil a beautiful full rump, ripe for spanking and displayed perfectly.
You crouch down for a look from the side. Through a knot hole in the timber of the door.
You whisper, “I can see the cane marks from last week still!”
I shush you, “…not so loud, it is like an amplifier down here.
Kate turns, she has obviously heard.
Kate closes her eyes and waits.
If she heard, then Mistress did, but we know she likes to know someone is in here, watching her punishing a girl. Kate says nothing, she knows it is best to keep quiet.
Now that Mistress is sure that someone or some bodies are watching, she orders Kate to take down her bloomers…
I was a little annoyed with myself after this shoot, allow me to explain.
Simply put, I made too much of a good thing!
As you know I have known these two dear friends for many years, and one tends to get to know mannerisms and little quirks in female friends, and I can tell almost straight away when I can ask for something special. I always have a plan in reserve for such occasions.
I am not sure why, but when Charlotte is in need of a caning, she seems to talk posher, and act calmer, and seem more attentive. When Samantha has a need to cane hard, she seems serious, and uses fewer words. When she is to cane a man, she sometimes frightens me, (when she in the zone!)
I admire male subs who throw themselves at her mercy.
On this day, they both made it clear to me that is was a good day to ask!
I had read their signals well, they jumped at the chance and stared at each other eagerly, almost slobbering!….no they were not….but you know what I mean, they lapped the idea up!
I got Charlotte on Neddy the Rocking Horse and Samantha used a riding crop to make her gallop, it was fabulous.
I should have stopped there, but I could see they wanted and needed more, and I could just not let the chance go, so I suggested a caning.
“Ohhh yes! I am up for that now!” Charlotte agreed eagerly.
“I would love to, it is like you read my mind Mr.Jones.” Samantha replied in a steamy sultry way as she does.
I suppose reading faces and mannerisms is like reading their mind….I put it this way…I read their faces, because sometimes faces and mannerisms, talk without words.
So they gave and received fantastically….but
From a photographers point of view…
On Neddy, she was bent forward, and the crop was viciously whippy. The strokes landed perfectly central, the set looks fantastic. But bend her over a desk, with a straight dragon cane, equally whippy, and the dynamics alter. Charlotte presents her bottom differently, and Samantha whacks at a different angle, more from above than a swing into the buttocks.
So what happens? Charlotte ends up with two sets of stripes, at different angles, and locations, in my opinion it spoiled this set a bit. So….
My apologies for the two different angles of strokes, I will not use these in a story, I have a large reject pile! All photographers do. I should have called it a day as regards photography, and just let them do it. Then another day, I should have done the desk, with a pale pink, pleasingly plump, blank canvas.
But never mind, I didn’t, but at least you understand why the striping is not quite right…
Are you wondering why I mentioned shadows in the title? The funny thing with the speed of light is, …you can pick movement up in a shadow that you can’t with the subject….I took a few more, concentrating on them….but they did not quite work either…..lol
Now and then I have a day or two working in the background as you know. So I have told my vintage secretary to nip off to the sandwich shop, on her bicycle, and get us some sandwiches.
A bit blunt I know for me….but one has to speak to her in a retro way or she gets stubborn, and says “I do not like modern men! I want them like you Mr.Jones!”
Who am I to argue??
I shout after her….”You have got 20 minutes, any later and I will spank you and make you ride your bike around the block with no knickers on and your red bottom on show!”
Wow! Look at her pedal. So glad I let the front tyre down! Ha! She is getting off to look now, and did you notice something about the photo? …like no bike pump? I look down to my hands, which I bring from behind my back…”Huh, how did that get there?”
Her spanking was over, it was now time to display her bare red bottom.
“Right then young lady! Your spanking is over, it is time for you to stand in shame facing the wall, with your red bottom on show. You will look a very silly naughty girl won’t you? Especially as my visitors usually start arriving around now! No matter who comes in, or for how long, you stay where I put you. Understand?” Asked Miss Kenworthy.
“snifff….sniffle….snifff….yy-yes Miss.”
“Don’t pull them up you stupid girl! Your bottom is going to be on show, to show how much of a silly naughty girl you are…did you not hear me?”
“Awwww….ooooooooh…er, sorry Miss, yes Miss.” Kate replied in a daze.
“Face the wall, stand still, do not move, no matter what happens or who comes in……and put your hands on the top of your head!” Miss Kenworthy said strictly.
She pulled her knickers down low and jacket and gym slip up high, so everyone could have a good view of her naughty bottom.
“You look a very silly girl now don’t you?” She asked.
Blushing just as much in her face, as her bare bottom, Kate agreed.
Miss Kenworthy went to sit back at her desk.
She sat and did some work….as a few minutes passed by.
The intercom buzzed.
“Hello?”
“The girl from the catering supplier is here with some samples for you Miss Kenworthy.” Said the secretary.
“Oh good, send her in.”
Kate cringed and wished a hole would swallow her up, as the knock came, and door opened.
The girl uttered. “Ohhh, er, am I alright to….?”
“Yes come in, Kate here is a very naughty girl and is stood in shame! As you can see by her red bottom, she has just had a spanking!” Miss Kenworthy beckoned.
Kate, wearing only her P.E. Kit, looked a little disheveled on entry into the Study, after her exertions in the gym. But now she looked decidedly worse, as her bare bottom spanking with a hairbrush over Miss Kenworthy’s lap continued, with the naughty girl wriggling, and squealing…
I was so tempted to put what I took next in with these, but…they are too good to be mixed, they are shots of Kate’s red bottom and some of Miss Kenworthy’s bottom as she spanks! Trust me, it is worth the wait.
Then…
Her spanking comes to an end, but her punishment does not.
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Well, as expected the new term at Cumley Bottom got off to a spanking good start.
One of the most spanked girls last term has carried on from where she left off….beginning the night before she left home to go to the Boarding School.
“Why are crying darling?” Asked Mummy, “I thought you was excited about seeing all your lovely friends?”
“I am.” replied Carla, “…but I forgot to do my homework.”
“Oh Carla, you have had six weeks! Well I have no sympathy, I am keeping your books in my room, you can start off your new term with a damn good spanking for all I care! Goodnight!!”
“Please Mummy…no…let me have them!”
“Do you want a spanking now?”
“No mummy.” She sniffs.
“Then get to bed!”
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The hockey team came back together, but on their way to school, on the day before term began, one of them had a bottle of vodka. They soon emptied it and started singing rude songs. Miss Thistler said that if nobody owned up, she would spank them all.
They did not realise she meant in the fresh air beside the bus!
Skirts were lifted and knickers came down, the traffic slowed down and everyone was hooting their horns at them and laughing!
Not a good start to the new term girls!
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Charlotte’s cousin is just like Charlotte, and gets in just as many scrapes, she was caught smoking in the bike shed on the first day, and ended up with three of the cane on the seat of her tight trousers!
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Brigitte, the French girl came on a bike, which is fine, but with a skirt that short and only a thong? Really?
She was soundly spanked and made to cycle around the front lawn twenty times, minus the thong and her very red bottom on show!!!
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Mrs Rubalotte was true to form I heard, and agreed to swap a caning for a spanking for a naughty girl. So long as she got a good look at the naughty girls pussy, (which was so engorged she rubbed it to orgasm for her)… as she masturbated herself whilst looking.
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It did not take long for some girls to be deemed as letting the school uniform down either. Various girls let the uniform down in various ways, and degrees of seriousness, some more than others.
And we all know what happens then!
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Only one Dormitory spanking to report so far, a silly girl was smoking under the sheets and set the bedclothes on fire! She was spanked before all the other 19, and told she is getting caned before her class in the morning. Mrs Goodeye gave the other girls a real icy stare!
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And finally, on Saturday night the ‘Old Girls Spanking Club’, put on a show for the other 327 members via a Zoom Call, and cleverly did it in black and white. They consider it the largest group masturbation on screen ever, but nobody dare ring up the Guiness Book of Records!
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So the first two weeks of term have been eventful to say the least.
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Victoriana part 9
Penny,
one of the tellers, pushed my door and was invited to have a seat. At
first she was quite shy, but soon gained confidence.
“Miss
Alicia, you may not know that our manager’s secretary is my aunt. She
told me that your future secretary in Calais is retiring. I would like
to replace her. I understand that I will have to be French fluent, both
my father and my aunt are willing to pay for that …huh… special school. As a branch teller, I have no future. Please take me with you Miss.”
I
guessed that her aunt must have come across the invoice for the Ecole
Ecarlate, and added two and two. Still feeling that belting, I painfully
fidgeted in my seat, but managed to keep a smile for Penny. Having a
devoted secretary is one of the secrets of success. I accepted her offer
with a wide grin.
“Yes, I will be happy to have you tag along.”
“You won’t regret having me, I promise!”
“You don’t have to be perfectly fluent as a secretary, two sessions should be enough, but that school is no picnic!”
“I know…. I saw Monsieur Maurice yesterday.”
While saying that, she absentmindedly rubbed her mini-skirted nates.
I laughed, “That was l’apéritif!”
“I am hoping not to be caned.”
“Oh, but you might be.”
“Ah… Que sera sera!”
I philosophically added, “We can’t have an omelet without breaking a few eggs, that’s a French saying.”
Later when she was chatting with our accountant I imagined her red bum showing through her white skirt…
For dinner, I joined Josephina at out village’s coffee shop. “Yoh Josy how’s you?”
With
a smile she said, “Yoh Alice, I am well, but my bum is still smarting!
Poppa gave me a belting for my poor grades. He made me dance! I hadn’t
danced as much since I was in college. I got two dozens!”
I told her about my own punishment.
“Whoa! How embarrassing!”
I blushed for the memory.
./.
A
few days later, Monsieur Maurice welcomed us back at the Ecole
Ecarlate. We had assembled in the lounge and he called us one by one in
his study. As I demurely stood in front of his desk he inquired, “Have you showed your report card to your parents?”
“Yes Sir, but it wasn’t exactly my father.”
“Hopefully you were nonetheless severely punished.”
“Yes Sir, and I was told to give you this letter.”
I handed the sealed envelope “Uncle”
Harry had given me. Monsieur Maurice opened it and read aloud, “At her
father’s request, I have punished Alicia for her grades being below the
requirements of your esteemed establishment. She is to show the evidence
of her punishment for the school to further chastised her if my
ministration wasn’t up to its standards.”
I
didn’t know what “Uncle” Harry had written. I sure didn’t imagine these
lines. and blushed as a peony when Mr Maurice ordered. “Skirt up and
knickers down!”‘
I stood frozen on the spot, and Mr Maurice frowned. “What are you waiting for Alicia?”
I blushed the more and slowly raised my shortish uniform skirt over my reddened thighs. I remembered the marks escaping my knickers for having looked this morning into my tall mirror.
He approved and added. “If
you again have poor grades after this cession you will be presenting
Monsieur Harry your report card with a complimentary cane provided by
us.”
I gulped.
Later in our dorm room we were as curious as kittens in heat. We teased each other. “You got a good belting, and it shows if you aren’t careful to keep your skirt down.” Josy and I hurriedly tugged our skirts down with a blush.
Another girl chimed, “Don’t be such prudes!” She raised her skirt as she said. “I also got a belting.”
One more turned to Amelia, “Yoh Miss Silky Legs, you’ve escaped Pappy’s belt ?”
She blushed crimson, and we chanted, “Raise your skirt! Raise it! Up! Up! Up!”
She eventually raised it as we danced around her, and stopped with ohs and ahs.
“She was caned, and it looks like six of the best.”
“Your report card was that bad?”
“Only
9/20 for grammar and Monsieur Maurice had written that I should be
severely punished. Mom got my bro’s cane, and I got six.”
Geraldine had brought a bottle of bubbly and she got two glasses.
My apologies about the stray welt, I try to move about 3/8″ a stroke to make a good broad band of welts. But as often happens, the crook handle twists on a stroke and hence…the stray!
Here she is fresh off the vaulting horse, some welts are still white, to pink, but watch the miracle of caning take over…
As you can see by the shadows, it was winter, mid afternoon, the light streamed through a window, so I used no studio lights. All natural, which I like best.
