Imagine the scene, a Headmistress has bonded very well with the Head Girl, and when punishing naughty girls, she uses her to hold and retrain the ones who struggle. After a few conversations, after punishing various girls, the Head Girl expresses her desire to do it one day, when she is a teacher, or Headmistress.
An ideal opportunity comes along, when a really nasty, spiteful girl is in big trouble. She is a bully and a thief, and the Headmistress decides that some humiliation would do her a lot of good. To show her how it feels to have someone around her own age have power over her.
“You made those two girls lives a misery! How could you be so cruel? I think it is time for you to know how it feels for another girl to have power over you!”
“And now, I am going to give you twelve strokes! You horrible child! I gate bullying and am going to beat it from you. And you Miss Cooper, can start writing an essay for this month’s school magazine, entitled, his it felt to cans a squealing, hopping, squirming bullies bare bottom on behalf of all the poor girls she victimised.”
Poor Kate gets a lot of spankings as you know, usually for masturbating where she shouldn’t and getting caught. But today she has been caught cheating in an exam. I have come to the classroom in the lunch hour, and spanked her, quite hard, with a plimsol. A few tears, but Kate is a tough girl.
“Right! This is not the end of it young lady!” I say to her as she sniffs, trying her best not to cry. But I can see she is in pain and really wants to rub her bare bottom..
“Stand up straight, before the projection board, and no rubbing your bottom. You can put your hands together in the small of your back.”
And there she stands until the class comes in, from lunch. “Sit quietly! You all know she was caught cheating! Now she is in disgrace.” I pick up the naughty stool and place it before the class. “Sit on there Kate, let the class see your shame and disgrace.”
Much to the other girls amusement, she winces as she sits, saying…’ow, ow, owww, ow!’
‘She does not look ashamed’, I think to myself.
So I pull her gym slip up. The class giggles, but she is not phased. She just looks at them, almost with contempt.
I decide to turn her around, the class are looking with a sort of admiration, almost hero worship! So I tell her to turn.
I position her with her red cheeks hanging over the edge of the stool, and tell her to lean forward, elbows on knees. This displays her in an embarrassing way and once again the room is full of giggles.
The class goes quiet, and sit working with the occasional titter as one of them looks up. I stand at the back of my class, behind them all. I look at her bottom. I put my hand in my pocket, it has a convenient hole. I move my fingertips over my manhood, pulling my handkerchief down. They have no idea I am wanking, not even when I shoot my load into my handkerchief.
Or so it is called nowadays. In my school it was the punishment room, the sign on the door spelled it out on an unpolished copper plate, with cream writing. Only a small sign, but it struck fear into your heart. Like most such rooms, it was next to the Headmasters Office. You never went in that door, you only came out of it. You went in via the secretaries office.
I asked a friend of mine, Peter Birch, whom you will no doubt know, he is rather famous in the spanking world. As much as I am an enthusiastic hobbyist, he is just as much an enthusiastic professional. As you can tell by his outfit he wore for this shoot. Charlotte you already know of course.
Good Lord! Another man in my domain! Spanking one of my girls! I can almost hear you gasp! It will not happen often, my studio is my trade mark, I only use it for myself…but he was a welcome, and honoured guest.
So….something that happened many times, a girl ends up in detention, quite likely to do some laborious written work, but just as likely to have her bottom punished. The name Eliott on the board, is the character chosen for Charlotte. Let’s look through the keyhole!
More to come…
I felt proud this day, to work with such a well known man in my studio was a bit nervy. Charlotte felt the same. But he was full of praise and complemented my photography.
Hmmmm…now who next? Some ladies I think…can’t be doing with seeing my girls over other men’s laps!
It is very rare I promote my wares, this site is for the love of spanking, my love of my girls, my stories and photography. However, from the regular sales I get, most weeks now, I know that my girls have developed quite a fan base. If you click on ‘art’ either on my site or blog, you will come to my merchandise store, where many of my photos can be purchased in many different ways…
Lots of prints…
…including on paper, wood, acrylic, metal and others. Including of course, my best seller…cards for birthdays, notes, Christmas etc.
The choice of frames, sizes, mounting card colours is quite staggering.
Why not buy a mug? Then you can sit down with a cheeky cup of tea or a naughty coffe and pick you or a friend a sexy treat!
Anyway, please realise I am not pushing these down your throat or anything, people out there like and buy these, and most of you don’t even know you can. So it seems only right to show you. Then if you want something you can.
As an example, right now a Domme is ordering a set of saucy framed spanking prints for her office.
Hello again! It’s a good day, the international flower of spanking is out! The Gorse bush. I have been for a walk on my local canal and there it was, bright yellow, all around, in the sun.
Actually that’s a load of bollocks!
There is no such thing as an international flower of spanking. There is a Gorse bush of course, and once in my mis-spent youth I used it in a corny chat up line…I was walking with Rowena, ( about two months after first smacking her bare bottom) …I write of her on here occasionally, she was the first girl I spanked. I said ‘Oh look, the spanking flower is out!” I told her that tradition has it, that if you see one in flower, you must smack the bottom of the girl you love.
Cheekily she smiled at me and said….”Ooooh there are lots of flowers.”
So, in a nutshell, my first experience of giving a pretty girls bottom an outdoor spanking was achieved.
I confessed my sins and said I had made it up, at which she thumped me hard on the arm, and we both laughed….’You are a cheeky sod!’
Yep! She was not wrong, and here, fast approaching my twilight years, I am still the same, with an arsenal of cheeky stories stored away.
Now….why have I told you this?
Because of a dear friend, Sophie. Who used to dance naked on stage with ostrich feathers. And…who in her younger years got spanked for money, a professional spankee, who is now in her late seventies. With bright eyes, and very often a rather nice hat, a wicked sense of humour and a cute smile.
She reads my blog most days, are you blushing Sophie?
We meet about once every three months, for tea and cake. I am her 69 year old toy boy.
When we first met, through our shared hobby of antiques, we got on very well and…well….you know how it is, we shared our interest in spanking. I told her this story and it tickled her, she laughed very much, and kept chuckling away every half hour or so for the rest of the day.
I have hold you of the antique centre where I sell my wares, and the lovely homely cafe attached. That is where we meet, and every time we do, I go and cut some gorse flowers, to put in a bud vase, on the table.
Quite pretty isn’t it, it looks lovely with a poppy and some hare bells…
In this modern digital age, it is quite fantastic at what you can find, on the Internet, such as vintage spanking photos. The fun of looking is sexy, and rewarding. But let me tell you of times gone by, something we are slowly losing. The art of finding them for real, to hold in your hand.
My search for antiques has led me to many interesting locations. My search for old Victorian or Edwardian spanking novels in particular has led me to two fantastic book shops. Old creaking places, where you feel like you are tipping over, the crooked old houses they are in are very old, and letter ally, crooked. I would like to tell you of them, the town and village they are in are perfect for browsing. But you might go and beat me to a bargain! (I doubt it, they are kept to one side) …no, the real reason is that they are antiquarian book shops who do not want to appear on these pages. I understand, I have a lot of lovely friends but most do not admit it, I am a lot of people’s naughty secret. Someone they like, but are a bit embarrassed of if their family is around…::sigh:: …such is my lot.
They sell postcards…naughty ones, under the name of ‘vintage glamour’. I bumped into Sophie as we looked in the same box, it is how we met.
I remember buying my first spanking magazines from grotty little shops, it was secret and very sexy. I used to go to a stall on a local market to meet a man who sold erotica, that too was sexy and thrilling. People pushing by as I browsed st spanking magazines and postcards. I remember going to postcard fairs, and checking out the ‘glamour’ in village halls and theatres on Saturday afternoons. To search live, and get a find is a vanishing art.
So now you know, Sophie is an avid collector of spanking photos, postcards and ephemera. Her house is a Victorian delight. You have seen it in some of my photos.
But meeting her, when surrounded by curios, in our cosy cafe, with our special spanking flower on the table is an absolute joy. The smell of age and old books surround us. The wood smoke from the fire and the vintage lights on a cold day are magical.
She will look around, and when happy that nobody is peering, she will get an envelope out, and say…’I have something for you, I think you will like.’
Like a member of the French Resistance meeting in a cafe, exchanging secret documents. It is both naughty and exciting! She leans forward, so do I too. Then we browse…real photos, many of them are in postcard form.
Age…mmmm the smell of age. Ahhhh I love that musty smell!
So close your eyes…smell it, picture it. Last time she brought six, here they are…
Don’t let it die, the physical erotic search for erotica is something so special, especially with a naughty friend of the opposite sex, who shares the same tastes.
Antique Centres, Collectibles and Memorabilia Fairs, Poscard Fairs, and book shops are secret sexy places which still have treasures. You get used to knowing where to look. And once you have been a few times something magical happens….”I have saved something for you Sir.” Says a young woman or man.
That, my dear readers, is when you open a secret door to a whole new sexual experience, and if you are lucky, the strongest of friendships. Like my naughty little secret….Sophie.
You can see loads of my vintage here, lots of people say they see lots on my pages that they see nowhere else. Now you know why! Click here…