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.”

Mr.Jones.

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…

more to come

Asa

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

Stll a fun day though!!!

Asa

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.

Asa

To read the rest, click here…

…https://www.spanking-emporium.co.uk/spanking-emporium/?p=41853

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First a little apology. I know you would like photos of Kate being spanked in this story, but there was only me and her, and it is a pain to keep going back to the camera to set the timer between every smack and you cannot guarantee the exact same places.

You will be please to know that I have found a solution to this, but too late for this story. Also, it is for club members only.

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continued…

The spanking was delivered on Kate’s well presented bottom.

He told her to stand up and place her hands on her head.

He slowly walked around her, keeping his eyes on her voluptuous body.

She glanced at him as he reached the other side of her.

He pointed to the old vintage cafe chair, and asked her to move over to it.

More to come….

Asa

The Detention Room…

The Victorian Punishment Boudoir…

Asa

Two good girls…

Comments please!

Asa