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Charlotte’s Seventh Visit to Miss Kenworthy

Charlotte was rather good at hockey, and practised after school on a Friday. Earlier on one particular Friday, Miss Kenworthy asked Charlotte to come and see her after practice, and to keep her hockey skirt on.

Charlotte, now quite besotted with Miss Kenworthy, did not even think why, she was just happy to go and see her.

And so it was, that in the evening sunshine streaming through the glass into the classroom, Miss Kenworthy and Charlotte were sat talking.

{I will develop this conversation when I put all the story together, remember…right now you are sat with me, watching me develop the story and write it}

….both had expressed their feelings. Feelings of love and desire. Taboo, a teacher and a schoolgirl in love…maybe. But the feelings were strong and true. Miss Kenworthy told her that eventually she would like Charlotte to become her maid, her pet maid, her live in sub, with Kate, her other submissive maid.

Charlotte agreed readily, although a pang of jealousy swept through her whole body. She did not want to share Miss Kenworthy.

But for now, almost every dream had been answered, she thanked Miss Kenworthy, and on leaning in for a kiss, she was dizzy by the way she was welcomed.

She kissed Miss Kenworthy, and Miss Kenworthy had kissed her back….passionately.

They talked of pleasure in pain and bondage, of things they would like to do with each other and Kate. ” Trust me, you will grow to love her too.” Had said Miss Kenworthy.

Miss Kenworthy said she had longed to cane her, especially in her hockey skirt. Charlotte begged her to do so, eagerly. She wanted…needed, to please her.

Miss Kenworthy, bent Charlotte over a stool, and bared her bottom….

The caning is next…

Friends Bring a Book – Part Five

This will take you to the rest, click here…

…and so now, it was Samantha’s turn. She was so ready for it that she just said, “all I want to do is climb on here, push my bare bottom out, and you two spank it!”

And she did just that!

And of course, Charlotte and Kate obliged.

By now of course, all three were more than a little moist. So they decided to take things upstairs.

Where they went into Samantha’s Master Bedroom.

Look out for updates on Twitter, all photos are taken, I’ll let you know when the next bit is ready!

A Naughty Schoolgirl’s Crimes and Punishments – Part 5

You might have found this as a stand alone item, it is part of a story, click here to see the rest…


The thought of being punished were now in her mind every day, she wished for more dreams like the one she had just had, but none came. So her thoughts developed into more masturbation fantasies.

About a month after being caught for showing her bare bottom and fingering it before the workmen, from the detention room window, she found herself in it again. Writing lines for being continually late with homework.

Around the detention room were various punishment implements. Hanging on the blackboard was a cane, a traditional teachers crook handled, rattan cane. It caught her attention, in fact her eyes could hardly look at anything else. She knew Mr Jones had used it on hundreds of naughty bottoms. She walked to it.

She took it and fondled it. The thought of it whistling through the air to land….CRACK! On a naughty bottom, thrilled her, right to her pussy. It became an object of lustful desire.

She sat with it

It just had to go inside her, the lust for it consumed her. The thoughts of what it was, and its many uses demanded it. So she did, she pulled her wet large school knickere to one side and slid the crook handle right up her runny cunt.

Soon her elbow was moving like a violin player playing the ‘Flight of the Bumble Bee’. Talking to herself loudly!

“Oooooh fuck me Mr Cane, thrash my bottom and fuck me! Get right inside my cunt and grind deep, ohhhhhh Mr Jones, thrash my bottom then let me ride you as somebody whacks my bum….yes…yes…Yesss!”

At that point I returned!

“Kate!!!! What the devil are you doing with my cane? Remove the handle from within yourself this instant!”

“I can’t Sir! Ohhhh Mr Jones, I’m cumming…yes…look at my cunt Mr Jones….watch your cane fuck me…ohhhh Ohhh!”


“Ohhhhhhhhyesssssssss yes yes yes Mr Jones, tell me off! YEEEEEESSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSS!”


“OOOOOOOOOOOHHHH….MMMMMMMMMM….. Ohhhh oh ooooh mmmmm…….Oh…Oh God! I’m sorry!”

She removed the slippery cane.

To be continued…

Keep an eye on my Twitter feed for updates.


Maid Training No – 9

The rest of the story is here…

…Every week Mistress Samantha does a spot check, usually with Kate in the room, soon after she has done a job. Like cleaning the stairs. A lump of fluff has been found, so she is being spanked on every step…

She was put in corner time half way up, at the window overlooking the rear garden.

Last week it was in one of the bedrooms…

There is a small fire grate and when Kate was building a winter fire for Mistress, a small lump of coal fell on the carpet.

She was thrashed once more, and put in corner time.

And then scrutinised as she did her next job, cleaning the mantelpiece.

Kate loves it all as always, of course.

Mistress knows this, and loves to ask her. . She put her on show to the world at the window. “Tell me how much you love all this Kate.”

“Oh my lovely Mistress, it is perfect, you are perfect. Just us, it’s wonderful. I love every punishment and how you treat me, it is perfect!”

The week before Kate had left smears on the window. When the sun shone on them it looked awful. She got a very hard long spanking on top of some quite fresh cane marks. Leaving the curtains open, passers by could see in easily. Especially the passengers in the number 26 bus, a double decker, which stopped across the road.

Much more yet, keep looking at my Twitter feed for updates.

William ~ Part Three

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…we were at mid day, William had been allowed a toilet break, and to sit on the floor in the corner for his lunch, which he enjoyed and very politely thanked us for.

Charlotte resumed his adventure, “Right then boy, let’s carry on with your bottom!”

She led him to the corner of the room, which is quite exposed. We have just the small blind so that people could not see him jumping up and screaming holding his bottom. From the front at least, because there is an office opposite where people work.

She produced a thick heavy paddle, and proceeded to give him a very firm dozen. That made him howl! But credit do to him, he pretty much remained in position.

One thing what struck me, was the look of care she gave to his bottom. She was inflicting great pain, quite brutally, some swings coming from behind her head. But in between she looked at his bottom as if it was a little animal, looking up with big blinking dewy eyes. She looked back as if the next whack she was going to give was a treat. And I suppose, it is. I confess that the whacks scared me, made me shudder, but I could not stop looking, at the effect on his cheeks, and her adoring look of the pattern she was creating. Like an artist at work on a complicated picture. And the canvas craved more…and more.

This is exactly what I wanted. I took my photos quietly and stealthily. As if I was not there. I felt like a fly on the wall, watching and recording a private session between a Domme and her sub.

She felt the heat, and stroked his bottom with affection, not for him, it was obvious that it was for his bottom. She seemed quite fascinated by it. Then she moved to it, and pushed against it a while, almost as if fucking it. And the gentle little purring noises she made were divine.

I had witnessed something quite special. I think she had an orgasm…a long gentle one. I just stood quietly, and clicked.

Much more to come, keep watching my Twitter for alerts.


My Tribute to Roger Benson

To see my tributes to other artists, click here…

So many ways this man has influenced my work. Especially the way he focussed on the expression and line of sight from the spankees eyes to the prominent weapon to be used.

Like the hairbrush here…

Or the belt/strap in this one….

And the pointing finger in this one.

More to come.

Thank you Roger, if ever you stumble across this and would like me to put my girls to use on your superb art, just ask. No charge, I do all this for free, just for the love of spanking and the female bottom.


What the Butler and Maids Saw – Part Two

To see part one, click here…

As this develops all the parts will be added to this…

….another night

…and the lusty ‘Lady of the House’ went into her naughty red room again. Soon the padded holes had gently thrusting cocks pushed through, their purple heads glistening in the oil lamp light. She heard creaks as the wet pussies of her maids slid down on to the curved dildos and rubbing pads on the other side of the walls. The eyes on the picture slid across, to reveal wet shiny eyes feasting on her body. She drew the little curtain on the hole below, and immediately a huge ramrod of a manhood thrust in, pulsating up and down rhythmically, already pre cum was hanging down in a silk like thread,

She bared her breast and pulled down her bloomers, to twist and turn to show herself in turn to each spy hole, her vulva engorged with her warm blood, showing her excitement.

She rolled on to her tummy, and slid her fingers under her belly to reach her cunt, which was already staining the red cover. She pumped up and down on her jiggling, wiggling, sticky fingers until she came, to the sound of grunts and moans.

She took the riding crop, and whacked her own bottom. (Sorry, that is on my video site, I will take some screen shots from it one day and post here.)

Then she rubbed the crop on her clit until she came again.

She watched the huge throbbing knob thrust under the picture, faster and faster until it was ready to spurt. She quickly turned to show her dripping wet cunt to what she hoped was the butler.

She felt the warm spunk shoot all up and down the crack of her fine soft arse, and lay there, feeling it trickle down the crack and onto the bed linen.

Bloody hell! Got myself going then! I will shoot (photos! Not my spunk!) more one day, maybe a friend or two might come to stay in the next instalments.

Bye for now…

The Slave Girl ~ Part 9

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…Mistress Charlotte took Spanky her slave into the room she hired in the old office block, and without ceremony, tied her to a suspension bar. The purpose now was to see how she could present her bottom with arms raised, and to keep the pain in her bottom at a high level. She was still testing this beautiful bottom.

Another eight resounding whack of the cane resounded around the room. The paintings, which resembled them so much, felt like an invited audience, looking at them.

Mistress Charlotte took a step forward and delivered the last three hard and fast, the cane whistled through the air and curved around the arc of those soft cheeks on landing with a crack, a whack and a thwack!

Spanky danced, she danced the caning dance, swivelling, screaming and kicking…

Just in case it had not sunk in yet, Charlotte wanted to show her slave girl that she had absolute power over her. “Right, I am now going to tie you to the cross, and give you some more!”

Would she protest?

Would she beg and plead?

Neither. She said…”thank you Mistress.”

Did you buy the knickers?

You know me quite well by now I know, but be patient, new followers arrive every day, and they don’t.

For around five years I offered a spanking service to any naughty girl who wanted to experience a spanking at any level. I used to do it above an artist shop, but eventually when I got my own studio, it took off. I was spanking a couple of new naughty girls, coming to confess their need and sins, every week. With a stable client list of around 15 on average.

Things change, I still have the occasional favourite, who come back to bare their lovely bottoms, but I have not actively sought to replace my clients. Instead I have gone on a journey through making videos and taking photos, to writing stories, illustrated with my photos.

You see, over that time I met the most treasured three friends a man with an interest….okay, obsession, with spanking… could wish for.

My girls I call them. They don’t work for me, they are well known models. But with a difference, they like spanking too. And the best bit, we all live in our delightful spanking triangle, Charlotte lives in the middle, and Kate, Samantha and I make the three points of the triangle. We are all just a few minutes drive away from each other. A lovely quirk of fate.

So now, I have ended up with a lovely studio, a gothic ruin, three houses and a little theatre to shoot in. Who knows what is next. Charlotte has a friend with a stable, maybe that might be, who knows. Better than that, my three girls are ‘the ones’…My quest is is over, I am settled with some great locations and ‘my girls’ whom along with numerous regular guests, mean I can write most scenarios or stories I want, and illustrate them. And I hope to spend my life doing just that.

Spanking services, yes, but now I want to encourage girls to get them from me OR my girls, Charlotte, Kate and Samantha. I like to watch and take photos, a momento for the visitor and myself. All with the confidence that no face is shown. Our reputation is built on trust and respect.

So….That is me, and what I offer in a nutshell. If you are reading this and think you would like to come and bare your bottom, contact me via Twitter.

What you might not know is that because my girls love spanking as much as me, they prefer a real spanking, for a real crime, rather than acting, if possible. We make their spankings as real as we can when doing stories, but there are stops for lights, props etc….in short, they are not real life, actual spankings yes! But staged.

So, the golden rule in my studio is…”any mistake or action that I see as needing a spanking, gets one.” Not every little one, it is not a silly game, it is real. Just very occasionally, at the right time.

Here is the latest, I think you will agree that Charlotte and Samantha deserved a spanking. Do they connive and contrive to get them? Maybe, but I just give them as a strict Daddy or Teacher would, when they deserve one.


Last December, as well as their Christmas presents, I gave all three girls £20 to buy matching knickers. There is a vintage photo I want to reproduce. I have heard nothing about them since, I know that Covid-19 has affected things, but lockdown did not begin until March, and they could easily be purchased on line anyway.

At the end of a lovely shoot, I asked them to come and stand before me. They knew something was wrong, it is how I do it. The best bit for you is, I do it with my camera at hand.

“Did you buy those knickers I gave you the £20 each for?”

“Oh, errrrrr, hmmm, no, I never got around to it. I forgot to be honest.” Replied sulky Charlotte. She always looks deliciously sulky when a spanking is on its way!

“Well, it’s been Covid and Lockdown.” Answered the always rather clever Samantha. A little sassy, a quick answer never far from her lips. She thinks on her feet, very astutely.

“On line shopping has not stopped and lockdown did not start until March, you are making up excuses Samantha. So, am I right in saying that you pocketed the £20 and spent it on something else. And as time has gone by, you think I have forgotten?” I said slowly, and methodically, maybe a little accusingly.

They would never steal from me or anything remotely bad, they are lovely, polite, hard working honest girls. I trust them completely….but… Well, let’s be honest. They did not get the knickers, and still had my money.

Guilt was written all over them as they looked down to the ‘studio room three’ carpet, for help.

They confessed. They had not done it deliberately, it had just never happened and now had slipped their minds. Forgivable, yes. But not in Asa Jones Spanking Emporium!

I told them they were getting twenty smacks each, on the bare, and after each good hard smack they were to say, ‘sorry Mr.Jones’

“After each one?” Questioned smarty pants Samantha. See what I mean?

“Yes, after each one.”…I rather like it when a naughty girl calls me Mr.Jones.

So, I told them to bend over.

I took my time, like a delicious well cooked meal, I wanted to savour it. I lifted their skirts with precision and delicacy. I lowered their knickers slowly, taking a long look at their extremely pert spankable bottoms as I did so. I gently put them in position…

Four lovely guilty cheeks, all in a pretty row, for a real spanking, for a real reason, to be given to two real naughty girls.

It was lovely, and yes, they kept saying ‘I’m sorry Mr.Jones’, between the wiggles and little squeals.

I know I portray spankings and canings that sometimes are harsh, maybe even brutal at times. But in real life, these are exactly my ‘cup of spanking tea’ a stinging spanking on my girls bottoms for a real crime.

I had to put my camera down to spank them. And these are private. If I took photos they would be another staged spanking. So sorry, but that is all you will see. Private real life spankings of my real life naughty girls are just that.

Private, and between us.