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Just to let you know, I am now on ‘X’

I used to have 7000+ followers on there (Twitter), but got booted off and lost them all. I have been allowed back on, my sentence ( a two year ban ) served….lol

Guilty m’lud!

I finally found out what got me booted off, not all the spanking photos I had, but in my profile picture I put a bare bottom, which was not allowed. All that work and contacts gone, for a bare bottom! Just one mistake and BOOM!!

Shit happens.

I like it on there because of all the contacts and I hope to track some old buddies down. I now have 1…yep! one follower!…lol

A long long way to go.

I am not going to be anywhere near as active as I was, but it is a nice way of directing people here, and it always was a fabulous place to track down obscure vintage stuff etc.

On there, I am Asa Jones @MrJones6ofbest

Come and find me if you like, I have links to Charlotte, Kate and Samantha and it is so easy to leave messages for them on there. So you might like it. I am not daft….You don’t come on for my ugly mug do you?…chuckle.

You come on for these three, who are all on there…

So even if you do go to ‘X’ for me, go and follow them, the deserve it.


Remember the 3-D Printed Models?

Not that long ago, our club member the Reverend J, came to scan the girls and make some models…

Well….I have painted one, and it keeps cropping up around the studio. I am thinking of setting the girls off to find it, in a spanking game, all with their bare bottoms on show. Each time they do, the finder sits down. Until just one left….who gets spanked before the rest, even if it is one of my events!

Good luck girls, although I think some will not find it on purpose!!!


Mr.Gibson’s Spanking Curiosities ~ Number 14

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He’s back from his travels, and whilst he has been away he has been to the ballet. It is amazing what you can get to see when you enter a competition and win a prize…

It seems he has always loved ballerinas..

I can understand why, and hope to do a ballerina spanking set with my girls one day..

The idea of a girl bending over in a tu-tu, is quite appealing…

Just imagine it at Christmas, when Pantomime Dames have the job of spanking the ballerinas who do not perform at the top of their game! Now that would be a panto worth seeing!

Now there is a thought, maybe a Drag Queen one day? Perhaps as a headmistress, at a ballet school! Or….even just a school, what photos they would make!

Any Drag Queens who look like a 1950’s / 1960’s Headmistress out there, looking for an afternoons work?

Let me know!


Latest Studio Developments

I am glad all the upset with the old studio and the move to the new is all done, never again, this is my last place I think. A few bits more have been added to it now…

The B.D.S.M. area is developing…

We have new equipment too…

I can imagine three or four girls on this, it will have chains and ropes, but that will all come, it is made and in place now, that is the main thing.

We have a Pillory…

A naughty schoolgirl’s bedroom for Mummy and Daddy to spank her in…

An unusual store area, with a hole, which has all sorts to go in!

The Classroom is on the other side, next to the lounge area.

We can place our portable screen there when we need the bedroom, so it looks better.

The Study looks fab these days, there is extra carpet, and we have moved bits out so it looks more spacious…

The Bohemian Set has been finished for a while now….

The Classroom is pretty much set up and can be moved easily to suit any story.

Lots more little nooks and crannies, but that is about it. We have a nice little changing room, male and female toilets, and quite a large kitchen. The Mill has other rooms we can use and we have another couple of venues too.

So….near enough done!


Black and White Galleries

I am now pretty much settled into a nice mixture of back and white and colour posts in stories etc. Very often I try to do b&w one day, and colour the next, with some mixed in between. To suit all palettes.

I am now going to go through sets, and where they have not been used in b&w, and I will pick a few choice photos from the colour sets.

They will appear here…

Set 1. This is from my early years, in my first studio, above a small, quaint art gallery where I sold my art. Charlotte was my submissive, I had not met Samantha or Kate at this time.

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Set 2. This is from my first visit to Kate’s Studio, I was making a video about a Victorian Women’s prison, based on facts that I researched. It seems that a girl could get a much better time of it in Prison if she agreed to become a ‘Lady’s Maid’, of sorts. In other words a sex slave, whom the lady visited when the had a need. It is also a story, illustrated, just look under ‘photo stories’ in the menu bar above.

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Set 3. Back in my first Studio again for this, it was a commissioned shoot from a client who provided the clothes and knickers. I got his permission to post some of the photos I took. The door behind her is magical, I wish I still had it. But I can still use it if I wish.

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Set 4 Since I first met Charlotte, she has lived in three houses. This was the room where I first met her. I told her a story, and asked her to act it out over my knee. She was enthralled, and her friends later told me how she could not stop talking about this mysterious older man who came, to tell her stories…and how she hoped I would come again. This is from one of those stories, I gave her such a spanking after these photos!

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Set 5. This is shot at Charlotte’s Mummy’s house, and is the first time of many that I saw a real Mummy spank her naughty daughter.

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Set 6 …I came across some drawings, I have never found them since, I think they might have been Benson’s. Anyway, the inspired this shoot.

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Set 7… One of the many, many, man times I went to be a witness of a spanking of Charlotte, for Charlotte’s real Mummy. Charlotte got into all sorts of scrapes and was still spanked by her Mummy, for real. Usually for real, in one of her punishment school uniforms. I was there to record them, and to add to Charlotte’s humiliation. She had known me a while, and I found out later just how much she thought of me. To be punished for real, before me, was to her humiliating and super sexy! I was thrilled and volunteered for the job eagerly, on condition that I could use the photos for stories etc.

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Set 8 ~ What a delight to be invited in for another punishment set shoot, to be told that she is waiting upstairs with the cane…

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Set 9

Not all sets here are previously used coloured sets, some are new. This set was only taken a few week ago (at time of writing this). Once again the cane and waiting is the theme…

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Set 10 ~ Bedroom Spanking

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Set 11

Spanked in the Parlour… This is a lovely set of Charlotte being spanked by her real Mummy in the parlour, and the subsequent corner time poses.

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A bit of information for you other bloggers….

I am quite often asked how good word press is for blogging and what type of figures I get. Usually it is other bloggers asking what template I use etc, and how I rate it, etc etc…

I class myself as a typically small blogger, not too well know, but with a loyal fan base, in a niche market.

I can now refer them to this post, to save me keep on checking my results page!! Not that I would ever object to people contacting me, I like to help other bloggers out if I can, but this is just getting a bit repetitive for me!

Three or four times a week!!

Sorry I know it is a bit boring for most of you.

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To start off, I would like you to look at this illustration…from Roue Magazine Number 10…

I have tried to do a version of it in a story, here is Charlotte…

Here is Kate…

Keep them in mind!

And so the next installment…

School Punishments

A short story followed by analysed illustrations from Roué 10

If there’s one venue which turns up in spanking literature more than any other when there’s a young lady’s bottom to be spanked, it’s a school. This isn’t surprising, since smacked bottoms are associated chiefly with the wrongdoings of those not yet mature enough to act in an adult way, and with a school as a starting point the writer, or artist, has a ready framework within which to construct his tale or to delineate his picture. A school setting is ideal.

For one thing it would be perfectly believable for a school to be populated with those eminently smackable young things, teenage schoolgirls, and furthermore it would not be beyond the bounds of credibility for that school in which these potentially bare-bottomed young ladies reside to be an institution in which discipline, as applied to the knickerless feminine posterior, is rigidly enforced. That attribute, an authoritarian environment, is the one thing above all else which lends ‘believability’ to any chastisement scenario which writer or artist cares to formulate. Everyone knows that schoolgirls get spanked, or if they don’t they darned well should do, so even the vaguest hint that a scholastic setting is an integral part of the story is enough to excuse the writer or artist from having to justify himself in terms of actuality. This being so, we make no excuse for this present article now dealing with punishment at school.


English literature could be very boring. After half an hour of Hamlet at Miss Harris’s leaden pace active young minds were gasping for the scent of something to crack the monotony.

Fortunately, or as it transpired, unfortunately for some, Act four was beginning to provide a little amusement.

‘Ophelia —’ said Miss Harris.

June, who was temporarily Ophelia, stood up at her desk, book in hand, and began to whine in an attempt at song.

‘Tomorrow is St Valentine’s day —’

Giggles, the first that Hamlet had provided that afternoon, accompanied June’s tuneless rendering.

‘There is no need actually to sing it,’ said Miss Harris, ‘reading it will be sufficient.’

‘Yes Miss,’ said June, and began again. Having completed her reading of the song she sat down.

‘What’s that bit mean, Miss?’ asked Carol.

‘What part d’you mean?’

‘Where it says he “— Let in the maid —” to his bedroom I s’pose Miss, “— that out a maid never departed more”.’

Miss Harris’s slight heightening of colour gave the gigglers the clue that here was something worth pursuing.

‘It means — well, it means that the girl did something dishonourable —’

‘But what did she do, Miss?’ insisted Carol.

‘She —’ Miss Harris forced herself to come out with it, ‘— she allowed herself to be compromised.’ There, she’d said it.

‘Compromised, Miss? What’s that mean?’

More giggles, and Carol’s face bore the signs of an ill-concealed grin.

Miss Harris felt that she would have to move on as quickly as possible. ‘Susan — aren’t you the King?’

‘Yes Miss —’ she stood up in her turn and said, ‘Pretty Ophelia —’

It didn’t help that Ophelia fluttered her eyelashes. More giggles, to Miss Harris’s annoyance.

‘Quiet! Behave yourself June! Now, read your part — and no singing.’

‘Yes Miss. Um — Indeed, la, without an oath I’ll make an end on’t — By Gis and Saint Charity —’

Several titters from the back of the classroom — someone had seen what was coming. Miss Harris chose to ignore it.

‘— Alack and fie for shame, young men will do’t if they come to’t, by cock they are to blame —’

Half the class dissolved in laughter. To her credit Ophelia managed to keep a straight face and ploughed on, ‘— Quoth she, before you tumbled me —’

‘Silence!’ Miss Harris was on her feet. ‘Anymore of this and someone will regret it!’

Somehow they managed to get through the next few pages without interruption, but now the damage had been done. Under the surface schoolgirl anarchy simmered. The floodgates were about to open, and oddly enough it wasn’t anything vulgar which did it, it was just very funny, or so it seemed to the twenty or so girls in that summer afternoon classroom.

‘The doors are broke —’ said Susan and sat down.

‘Where is this King? Sirs, stand you all without.’ said Yvonne.

‘No, let’s come in,’ said Julie, who was being the Danes.

‘I pray you, give me leave —’

They all waited.

‘Julie — aren’t you supposed to say the next line?’

‘Oh, sorry Miss — We will, we will, they retire without the door.’

Suddenly the giggles were tinkling again at the back of the classroom as Julie inadvertently read the stage directions too. It was sheer mischievousness on Shakespeare’s part that the next line, which was Julie’s, happened to be:

‘I thank you. Keep the door —’

The only person who didn’t seem to find that absolutely hilarious was Miss Harris. Faced with a classroom full of girls squealing with mirth she sought a ringleader. Julie was gasping for breath, tears of laughter on her cheeks, and Carol was in a state of collapse across her desk. They would do as well as any.

‘Carol —’ shouted Miss Harris above the din, ‘— and you too, Juliet Howe — you will both see the Headmaster immediately after lessons this afternoon —’


Cheerfully is how the sun shone. Cheerfully and brightly and with no sense of the unhappiness of the occasion so far as the two girls were concerned upon whose two blonde heads the sunlight fell with such unfeeling nonchalance. These two highlighted heads bent over their books in that schoolgirlish way which would be instantly recognisable to one used to dealing with the academic erudition of girls at school. There could be no doubt that these two young things were attempting to concentrate all their attentions upon the tasks set out in the books before them, though only they, and the room’s one other occupant, might be expected to know that in the answering of these problems the ‘pass mark’ would be one hundred per cent, and that ninety nine per cent would constitute dismal failure.


Plumply, and nakedly, is how two denuded bottoms perched awkwardly each upon its seat, and full and fat and pinkly round is how these two unfortunate bums awaited inevitable retribution, for all three of the people in this little private detention room knew well that the questions which the two girls struggled to answer were quite beyond their abilities to comprehend.

Smugly, indeed aglow with self-satisfaction, is how Mr Owen, the third occupant of this hidey-hole which the girls all called ‘bare-bottom basement’, would have to be described, and ‘uncomfortable’ would be the description of the apparent tightness in evidence in the region of the fly-buttons of his trousers.

Stingy, or at least potentially so, is how one might view the thick leather strap which was couched in the palm of one of the smug Mr Owen’s hands, and threatening indeed was the way in which this gentleman flicked this strap crisply against his hand from time to time. Nervously is how the two pinkened bottoms twitched every time this flicking of the strap sounded ominously behind them.

With exaggerated slowness is how Mr Owen paced as the time allowed for problem solving neared its end, and eagerly is how Mr Owen’s palm revisited in expectancy each of those bottoms in turn which some twenty minutes previously had wriggled in schoolgirl anguish across his hard-ridged lap.

Vulnerably is how each of those pre-spanked bums jutted knickerless and full-cheeked as Mr Owen petted his pets’ bottoms and enquired innocently how each of his young ladies had managed so far. Tearful, was Carol’s stumbling reply, and squirmy was her bottom as the strap smacked wickedly up under the very tenderest parts of her spank-warmed buttocks. Wriggling, and swerving this way and that, was how this young lady’s bottom endured seven, eight, nine and ten smart and smarting strap-strokes, and pathetically awash with tears is how she was left to anticipate the fuller exploitation of her tender bottom in due course.

Plumper, was Juliet’s bum, and cheekier, and redder too after six or seven gleefully applied whacks from Mr Owen’s strap. And all the more delightful to gloat over when the Head had sauntered back to his desk to wait out the remainder of the time allowed his two detainees.

Hotly, glowed these two naughty girls’ bottoms, and then, time having flown, immodestly is how these two panicky girls knelt up on their seats and prostrated themselves over their desks, bottoms high in the air and secrets no longer allowed to remain secrets.

Wildly, is how the two girls squirmed their crimsoned bottoms under the encouragement of Mr Owen’s strap, and satisfactorily too, if one took a voyeuristic point of view. Weepingly is how they were left to smart, naked from their tucked-up skirts down to the tops of their socks.

Forlornly, is how two surrendered pairs of navy knickers dangled from their pegs when Mr Owen left for a cup of tea and the two girls were left for later.

Cheerfully, and unsympathetically, is how the sun continued to shine into ‘bare-bottom basement’.

Asa’s Note…

I know I used white knickers, that is because the looked better in the photos, and they are my work based on this idea, not a copy. But I hope they enhanced the story for you.

This drawing is certainly one of the most evocative that this series of articles will be dealing with. The whole picture is redolent with an unswerving intention on the part of the schoolmaster, and what a grotesque creation he is, to wield the authority of his position to the full.

The wretched girls are in positions of the utmost vulnerability — one can almost feel the utter nakedness of their knickerless bottoms, the twitch and shiver of their helplessly presented cheeks as the schoolmaster paces to and fro, the leather paddle in his hand itching to Splat! stingingly across one pair of buttocks or the other. Can’t you just sense the frantic concentration with which the girl on the left is studying the mathematical problem on the blackboard, knowing that her understanding of the problem, or otherwise, will determine the severity of the spanking which she is undoubtedly to receive very soon. And is it surprising that the other girl has already given way to tears.

The knickers dangling conspicuously from their pegs underline the hopelessness of the girls’ predicament, and even the fascinatingly designed school desks seem purpose-built to offer the intending bum-smacker a titillating variety of possibilities. Certainly this illustration provides a series of intriguing avenues which could be explored in further drawings.

Asa’s Note…

Coming up next is a series of drawings relating to desks, and I have been busy again, not coping, but being inspired.

more to come…