First of all, let me just say that my bedroom set in my studio is nowhere near finished yet. Naughty schoolgirls being spanked in their bedroom is a common fantasy, and this is a test of the distance and room I have left for me to shoot in, so I can use it in various scenarios. It is a bit tight, but lets see…
You will see that I have tinted these slightly, to varying degrees. I needed something to bring out the depth with a black wall. A bit of experimenting going on!
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Kate has been punished at school, they have sent her home, in disgrace for being caught cheating in a test and not having done her homework, again, as well as being very rude to her teacher. She is excluded for the rest of the week. It is only Monday! They told Kate that they had rung her home, and Mummy is expecting her. The School Secretary has just dropped her off, and has had to verify that her Mummy has her safely at home.
Mummy pulled her in by the ear, and as the door slammed the shouting started. Smiling to herself as she walked to the garden gate slowly, she could hear key words and phrases…naughty girl, I have rung Daddy, your spanking at school with be nothing compared to what Daddy does when he gets home, get up to your room etc…Accompanied by pleading, begging, and many pleas for mercy, and many profuse apologies.
All to no avail.
The School Secretary on her arrival back, (after a coffee in her favourite cafe) has testified with a chuckle that she is definitely home. We have just had tea and a biscuit as she signed the saftey statement, and told me that it looks like she is to get another sound spanking on her already sore bottom. We chuckled, she deserves it.
…back home
The clock has ticked slowly, Kate seems to have waited ages.
Boredom set in and not quite sure why, she has already masturbated twice. Being spanked at school was her main thought in her mind for the first, and the feeling of dread at what was to come was her predominant thought for her second orgasm.
She hears a car door, and quickly removes her sticky fingers from the pulled aside knickers.
She listens intensely as raised voices discuss her crime and punishment in the kitchen. The main words that settled in her brain were……’getting my slipper, she will not sit down for a week!’
The kitchen door slams, she hears loud footsteps coming up the stairs.
The door bursts open, a very angry Daddy with a equally angry Mummy stand at the door. Worryingly Daddy’s right shirt sleeve is rolled up very tightly over his large bicep.
“Right then young lady! Stand up!” Daddy says very loudly.
She wishes she had closed the window, because neighbours are obviously listening and the girls who live close by have now come home from school. She hears distant words…..”Oh my, she is going to get it good this time!” and lots of giggling and chuckles as people old and young strain their ears.
Stood screwing the hem of her skirt up in distress and fear, she gets a telling off of a magnitude and length she has never heard before, all the time accompanied by ‘ooohs’ and ‘aaaahs’ from outside, with much tittering at the juicy bits of her crime…..like the formulae hidden on a piece of paper in her sock!
Daddy tells her he wants none of her stupid, silly excuses, and tells her that he is going to give her the spanking of her life with the punishment slipper on the bare, ‘for all to hear!”
Mummy opens the bedroom sash window wide.
Kate begins to cry.
“That won’t save you! You silly girl! You have been a very very naughty girl! Turn around and face the bottom of the bed!” says Mummy as she turns from the window and folds her arms. “…make it a good long hard one Daddy, lets show the street that we know what to do with a naughty girl!”
“Well done Mr and Mrs Cowper, this is just the example that our kids need to hear!” Shouts the next door neighbour to a chorus of approval, and claps.
‘There must be a great deal of them.’ Thinks Kate as she is told to mount the stool and bend over the bottom of the bed.
The gathering outside was now generally quiet, listening closely, imagining the scene in the bedroom, and welcoming every command, sound and whimper.
Every new development was met with a little gasp, an ‘oooh’ or an ‘ahhhh’ and general muttering.
“Lift up your dress!”…was greeted with…..”ooooh the dress is coming up!” and little titters of expectation and excited exchanged glances, biting lips, and raised eyebrows.
Samantha has turned up to school in non-regulation footwear and a very short gym slip…..”Samantha! Get out to the front, NOW!”
“That will do young lady. Stand there, and bend over!”
I speak to the rest of the girls. “This is why we have regulation length gym slips stipulated in the School Dress Code. So when you bend over for something, those around you cannot see what your mothers washed on her last wash day!”
General titters run around the room.
“Quiet! This is not frivolity. I am demonstrating why we have a certain rule. However, some girls like to shorten their gym slips and for some reason decide to come to school in what looks like a lady in a can can line up might wear!”
Another titter giggles its way around the assembled fidgeting girls.
“Quiet I said. Have you forgotten your manners? Do you all want to join her at the front? Hmmmm?”
A very polite chorus comes forth. “No Mr.Jones. Sorry Mr.Jones.”
At least the have learned something in the last six years, I suppose that is one thing. “Thank you, now, sit quietly please.”
I open the freshly varnished oak cupboard doors at the back of the room. I am pleased to see that all the girls are sat looking forward. Last time they all spun around like a firmly struck triangle of red snooker balls, craning their necks to see! I pick up my size fifteen plimsol, the sole of which is highly polished due to constant use on naughty girls bare bottoms. I slap it firmly on my palm. “Knickers down Samantha!”
“Yes Mr.Jones.” Comes a nervous reply.
The girls cannot help but shuffle slightly as excitement mounts.
A rendition of one of my most regular sayings rings loud and clear around the room, as I speak, strictly. “Put the palms of your hands together as if in prayer, and place the said palms between your knees, Keep them there until this is over. If you take them out we begin again. Now bend your knees girl and brace yourself for a dozen firm whacks…ON EACH CHEEK!”
All the girls gasp.
I raise my voice to the rafters.”QUIET! This is your last warning … do you understand?”
“Yes Mr.Jones.” Comes the chorus.
Silence reigns in the classroom, as I walk slowly, the segs in the leather heels of my freshly cobbled brogues ring out at every step.
clip….clop….clip….clop….clip…….clip, clip.
I look to the girls with menace in my eyes. My left eyebrow is raised, my nose slightly curled up on the right side. Not one girl returns my gaze. I look down to the target, and raise the plimsol high. “You will count them thus….one Mr.Jones, Two Mr.Jones….and on until I reach twenty four. Thereupon you will remain, no rubbing allowed, in that position, until the end of class. When the class is dismissed you will stand by the door, hands on head, gymslip rolled up, and your navy blue knickers in a sorry heap at, and around, your ankles. And there girl…. you will remain, until the whole of the next class has come in and sat down. Understand?”
“….yes Mr.Jones.” Comes the meek mild voice of a girl in her place.
THWACK!….”One Mr.Jones.”
THWACK!…”Two Mr.Jones.”
and on… If she does not come perfectly dressed in the morning, I will cane her, before the class.
That is how I keep a class of high spirited naughty girls in control.
As promised, a letter to keep you up to date on my progress since I resigned my commission. First a few questions for your next letter The Times reports plenty of action ‘up country’ against the Punjabis. I hope you have had your chance to do something in that respect. I shall look through the Gazette every month in hopes of finding that you have won yourself a medal, or at the very least have been ‘mentioned in dispatches’. How is Rodney? Tell him that I’ve bought the most splendid pair of ponies, and will be playing for the Windsor Club this season. I hope Allison is well, and the boys. Do let me know. I trust you are still whipping that young ayah’s bottom on every possible occasion. The recollection of the caning you gave her when she let Billy go off on that pony still stands me in good stead whenever I’m at a loss for something interesting to think about. India seems so far away now, and the Army. You really must throw it all up if the Colonel will let you go, and come and join me here in England.
As I said in my last letter, all my back pay (and most of Uncle Henry’s inheritance) has gone into that little investment I told you about. As you will see from the address I am now living at the school. The Cotswolds are beautiful just now. The two old dears from whom I bought the school have decided to stay on after all. They’ve nowhere else to go I suppose. Anyway, they are quite useful. I’ve been able to dispense with the services of one of the mistresses, which leaves a little more profit, though it is still slender enough.
The old ladies were a little surprised that I would be teaching and were more than a little surprised that I insisted that the birch should he introduced, or rather reintroduced, since it was in use here until about ten years ago, so I am told. I should say that the surprise of which I speak had more to do with possible repercussions from the educational reformists than anything else. They didn’t seem at all dismayed when I expressed my intention of applying the instrument of correction to the girls’ bottoms myself. Indeed they themselves have taken to its use once more, presumably on the grounds that, since I am now proprietor of the establishment, I shall be called on to account for the disciplinary methods now employed. Incidentally the old dears have proved to be a more interesting source of information. Do you remember the wife of that Artillery Major who came with us on the expedition to Ranjitpore? Abigail something? Well anyway, he, the Major, was the son of the Bishop of Chichester — and the old dears have said they remember very well a former pupil, also named Abigail, who married the Bishop’s son some twelve years ago. So it must be the same girl, don’t you think? Isn’t it fascinating to think of the Major’s lady having her bottom whipped here in this very school. I should love to see her face should you dare mention it to her.
Anyway, I am now teaching Geography, mostly India and a little North Africa, along with Latin, of which I remember something, and Mathematics, of which I recall very little. I have seen to it that there is a birch rod prominently displayed in every classroom; of which we have only three, in truth — and am determined to whip my way through every pair of buttocks in the school before Christmas. The girls are much afraid of me, needless to say. I was never ‘sir-ed’ so much even in the Army.
I wonder if you would approve of the way in which I deal with my young charges? We have several seventeen-year-olds by the way, one of whom is a particularly pretty girl. I make a point of having the girls come to me in one of the classrooms, and have found that I prefer to have them naked, for the most part. Their bottoms bounce and wriggle, I can tell you, once they’ve had a couple from the birch. I think I remember you telling me that you had never tried the birch. I can assure you that it has a most salutary effect on young ladies, and indeed a most enervating effect on the administrator of the whipping. I am afraid that I could not convey the scene adequately with words alone, but I have executed a couple of my pastel sketches to give you an idea of the fun I’m having.
The man in both pictures is intended to be me. I look quite the part of the stern schoolmaster, don’t you think? The girl is Erica — the seventeen-year-old I mentioned earlier — and this is my, admittedly subjective, recollection of the way it would have appeared to an observer, of which I have none, by the way, on these occasions, although you would not be deprived of the pleasure were you to visit us here at some time in the future.
I hope I have managed to stir a pang of jealousy in you, which you richly deserve for not having permitted me to lay a cane across your children’s nurse’s delectable buttocks. It really was most selfish of you — you are not yet forgiven.
I trust that you may be kept safe from bullets should you be sent ‘up country’, and safe also from the Colonel’s wrath should you contrive to fall off your pony again in the Cup matches this year. Meanwhile I shall score in every match I play for Windsor, and will pass my time otherwise reddening young ladies’ bottoms.
My very best wishes, and hopes that you will get some home leave soon,
Charles
If we’re going to have a nineteenth-century schoolroom we might as well have a gloomy one, for atmosphere, with a single ray of sunlight to illuminate the gaunt lines of the desk over which our wayward pupil is going to be arranged for her whipping. We might also choose to have the master as severely-countenanced as possible, the girl as frightened as possible, and her palely-quivering buttocks quite naked in anticipation of the birching. Taking these as our ingredients we have a scene which is both pointedly devised for the sound thrashing of the wretch’s bottom, and at the same time endowed with considerable mystery as to the circumstances which might require a young lady to undress so completely in front of her schoolmaster. All that is evident is that the master is a man in a position such that he can insist upon absolute humiliation for the girl, prior to the application of a birch to her obediently-bared bottom, and all this without, presumably, any risk of interruption. No wonder that imagination may run a little wild in search of more clues as to the nature of this desirable situation.
Being the humorous young lady she is, she salutes, and replies. “Morning Boss!”, with her usual smile.
“I have had an idea.” I announce.
“Oooh that’s unusual, is it a good one Boss?” She chuckles.
Why she has decided to call me Boss today I do not know, she does these quirky things and I find them quite charming.
“Is it a good one?” She asks.
I think she is making fun of m ways, and say ‘I think so.’ Before asking her to sit on the big, long spanking chair I have shown you recently.
She sits. Looking smart and suddenly quite serious.
I explain to her, that I think the chair might take three, possibly four girls side by side.
“It depends on the bottoms you choose Mr.Jones”, she titters.
“Well yes it does. But I want you all sitting in a row, facing backwards with your legs through the back of the seat.”
“Oh.” She smiles, not at all surprised.
“Tell you what though Kate, you look fabulous sat there in our green gingham dress, let me take a few photos of you showing your knickers and bottom”…
I can clearly remember at this point, taking a minute to think….”isn’t this wonderful, to know my girls as I do, and that this….(asking a girl to dress up is school uniform and show me her bare bottom,) seems normal to me, and her.
“Put your hands on your head, please Kate.”
“Of course.”
I stand up, (with a groan, it’s bloody hard getting old you know, what used to be easy, just isn’t any more…::sad sigh::)
“Time to commence the experiment Kate.” I say as I trudge to get a chair. If this works, I will use school furniture, probably a form. (a form is the low wooden bench, often used in P.E. lessons in England)
“Can you turn around, rest your shoulders or whatever on here, with your bare lower half through the seat please Kate.”
“Of course.” She says again, as she does many times at every shoot.
I settle her down and move to the other side of the seat to her head.
And now the experiment begins, can I get her to raise her legs into the diaper position and is she easily spankable? If so, can I get three or four girls to do it together, will I need some form of bar to put behind their knees….hmmm, lets see….
She could feel Mr.Maxwell’s eyes drill into her, and could sense that everything about this punishment was different to what she had had before, it felt much more serious.
She stood next to the rack and turned to him.
“When you take the baton, pass it to me, and then stand before the flogging stool.” He said before walking slowly to the centre of his study.
He coughed. “I am waiting for the baton.”
“Oh yes, sorry Sir.” She said meekly, and turned, awkwardly, to take the baton from the rack.
Both the stool and the baton had arrived at the school decades ago, and showed signs of wear. Their appearance suited the mood, she knew that this must have happened many times over the years, for the more serious punishments.
She took it, and could not help thinking of who had held it before.
Some strange logic in her nervous head told her to smile politely as she passed it, perhaps being a good girl and doing as she was told, might make him think of lessening the punishment.
Her timid smile evaporated, it was obvious by his face and raised eyebrow that it had made little or no difference to the proceedings.
With difficulty, being at such close proximity to the strict authoritative man who was to punish her, on her bottom, she swallowed. The gulp almost echoed in the silence.
“Thank you. Go to the flogging stool.”
She did as she was told.
She stood at the stool and awaited instruction.
The instructions shocked her, she gasped…
“Kate….you have been a very very bad girl. You have been exceedingly naughty. You are a disgrace to your uniform. TAKE IT OFF!”
Unusual name hasn’t he? But if you think of what we share you can work it out. This will be page one, here you will find his bio, his art, and his stories. As he grows he will get more pages, but not yet, because as he develops they would just be blank.
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AI = Artificial Intelligence…..there is nothing artificial about this chap’s intelligence. A true spanking devotee, he does this very modern art, all self taught. He writes stories, and he spanks naughty girls for real. And more, as you will see on his other page, (directions to that later.)
I feel very fortunate, I posted a photo of Charlotte being spanked in jeans, on ‘X’, and within days its views and likes etc had gone mad, people were writing to me….”more please, there is not enough spanking of the female clothed bottom”.
So I am addressing that!
As always, I listen to what my followers say, so I went of to investigate, a few were okay, but then….almost secret and modestly tucked away, in the gentle shadows of ‘X’ was this man. I approached him and he agreed to be my latest contributor, to learn more about him, read his work, and visit his school, click on ‘Links and Contributors’ in the menu bar at the top of this page, then click on ‘Contributors’ and scroll down to his page.
But in here, it is his art, and stories, sit back, relax, and enjoy the glory of the bottoms he creates. First of all though, you need to know a little about him, I asked him to write a bio for me…
Bio
I
have been asked whether I would write a small bio for the site. Well
here goes. I am pretty ordinary really, in my fifties with a job I love
and an interest in female CP that has been with me for just about
forever.
I have often questioned myself about how the interest in spanking began. I know many put it down to an early experience that some how moulds us. For me it’s been there forever. Like many I used to hunt out phrases in books or comics and marvel at some of the westerns where a spanking scene was mixed with comedy. The heroine spanked soundly by the hero… we all recognize that I am sure.
I
grew up in a very loving and liberal household and the schools I
attended never used any form of corporal punishment, so to be catapulted
where I am today took two different people both had a massive influence
on my spanking life. One of these people was my very own sister.
We
moved to a new area and she attended an all girls school. A school that
used CP effectively. She managed to get the slipper on her first week
there. She is only a few years younger than me and being a bit of a
tomboy back then she easily bound to get into trouble at some point.
She was caught smoking on the way home from school. And was told she would be slippered the following morning along with her friend. The friend called for her the following morning looked as worried as my sister and watching two plump tightly trousered bottom walk down the garden path that day knowing that a slipper would be landing shortly is an abiding memory.
They were slippered and my sister told me about it in great detail. I should have guessed then she was a spanking enthusiast too lol. She would tell me about her punishments and that of her friends. These memories have spurred me on to write a few stories which are pretty much factual. The photos I produce are based on some of those stories and on the uniform of her home counties school. She’s still a spanking and is in a DD relationship and is regularly “Dealt with”.
About
this time I started keeping a notebook with jottings and a few stories.
Nothing to profound but just my thoughts on female CP and interesting
facts I came across. This book was accidentally discovered by a family
friend who was a good bit older than me. She became a big influence on
my spanking life. I won’t say too much on her here but I have written an account of events that explain why she became important. I will send that on to Asa for inclusion
By my mid twenties I was firmly planted within the spanking world. I had been honest in all my relationships and it was never a problem, in fact quite the opposite. I put all my girlfriends over my knee at some point and never had a single complaint. Eventually I met my wife, the love of my life and a real soulmate. We entered into a DD marriage that worked like a dream. I have never believed in controlling someone and I would never want to stifle someone’s spirit. We just believed I should take the lead and that if she deserved a spanking , she got one …. She got plenty lol. Very sadly I lost her in a tragic accident. I was heartbroken and never really got over it. Happy memories now but it was hard.
CP
and spanking then of course took a back seat and I threw myself into my
work in the heritage sector. Part of my work was as a photographer and
that inadvertently led back to spanking. A friend who was model was
asked to do some spanking work and asked me to take a few photos of her
to send to the magazine.
She
never took the assignment but it gave me a new found interest. I also
acted as her disciplinarian. This wasn’t planned but did lead to other
requests from ladies that need a fair but firm hand. I still see some of
those today. I have made lifelong friends through this interest,
something I am extremely grateful for.
Some
of the people I have met through spanking have been fascinating to say
the least. Sisters, ladies from the WI, a rich Italian gentleman with a
yacht that had an all female
crew who were regularly spanked on deck!, Girls at uni who need help
studying and a very famous actress who will have to remain nameless.
I
converted a room at home into a 1950’s Headmaster’s study. That gets
regular use with miscreants stood outside eating for “Six of the
Best””. I also
have part ownership of a livery yard. The girls there have all felt the
slipper recently. So all in all spanking is still a big part of my
life.
My other great spanking love is collecting factual accounts. I am lucky as my job gives me access to many records that the public would not see. I have found many punishment books over the years. Mostly from schools but also a couple from finishing schools. It’s amazing how many females felt the slipper and cane across their bottoms. One of my late friends was a Headmistress who gave me loads of information and instances of the use of CP. The slipper I still use today was the one she used in her girls school. It has an amazing pedigree lol.
I
would like you to add these accounts are historical. I definitely
believe spanking is only for consenting adults. Spanking in schools was
banned. That was a good thing.
So to finish, I am still very much involved in the spanking world in my small way. The last spanking I gave was at the weekend. I still act as a disciplinarian to people I like and that will continue as long as I am good at what I do. If a woman needs her bottom smacking then it should happen but if she needs some understanding and someone to talk to instead I will be there for that to.
I
am having great fun on the site and will add more stories and pics when
I can. The AI is in its infancy but I am getting there and I am
beginning to be able to manipulate images which wasn’t possible a few
months ago, so watch this space.
I am happy to answer any questions and am happy to be contacted as everyone here seems to be so nice.
As you know, I like my football. This reminds me of a scout, finding a brilliant player in a Sunday League Amateur Side, I bring him back here to my League Two Side, (I know m place on the internet and am happy with it!)
He will grow, and get noticed, and probably a bigger blog, or site, maybe even a publisher wanting covers for books (like I do with my photos) will pluck him away. I won’t mind at all, good look to them all, (I am just a humble stepping stone).
But for now, lets enjoy his work on here…
THE ART OF TRAD CP (scroll down for his stories)
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He sends me the photos in batches, I pick my favourite three. Why not join in, and pick your top three?…just click on ‘comment’, you have to put you e-mail address in, but only me can see it, and I might write back….if you do not want me to write, just say so in your comment, and make me feel sad and unwanted!….lol
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Batch One…
1/1
1/2
1/3
1/4
1/5
1/6
1/7
1/8
1/9
1/10
My favourite!!!!
1/11
A very close second favourite, I love how the heat of her spanked bottom is shining through….inspired!
1/12
1/13
1/14
1/15
1/16
1/17
1/18
1/19
1/20
My third favourite…it is the line of the cheeks…..superb!
Batch Two.….I will pick my top three from these too, so please join in.
I have come across this model on my ‘X’ Account and I followed her. IF she follows me back, (and I doubt she will)…. I will try to arrange a shoot… she has mentioned spanking, so who knows?
If I ask for a shoot, I think she would be expensive, but maybe my club members might contribute to come and see the shoot….an impossible dream of a shoot I think, but nothing ventured, nothing gained, I can ask.
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So there I am, curiously looking at pictures of bottoms…..lol…. what a surprise! And I come across this…
So I thought, ‘She seems a naughty cheeky girl, I will look at her page. After looking I thought….hmmmm how best to make a nice introduction?’
I decided on messaging the dog! I tickled its ears, tickled its chest, gave it a bit of chicken, and told it not to tell her Mummy.
After the message, I tried a ‘follow’…and that is as far as I have got. The lesson I have learned, and what I advise any photographer, is to be a gentleman, use humour, check that what you might offer is of interest to the model, and show respect. So I am playing the waiting game.
In the mean time, I thought, I wonder what she looks like from the front, and when I saw her tight, taut waist, and lovely hips and curves…
…all my instincts said (…and let’s face it, I did not have to be a genius to work this next bit out)…..she must have a glorious bottom.
I had a look further…
Isn’t it beautiful? I looked even further…
As you can see, she is on Instagram. She has millions of followers, and is said to worth around £4million, so my chances of success look slim…but one never knows…..I will ask and await her reply. My references on my photographer sites are good, and lots of models write to ask if they can shoot with me…so who knows?
I think I know……that song is in my mind…..”I dreamed, am impossible dream….la la laaaa! But….just imagine her in uniform over the horse!
My studio is all laid out now, I am building walls around the classsroom and lounge, then moving on to build them around a bedroom and dungeon. All in good time…progress is slow, but steady.
I am also kitting it out the best I can, but everything seems so expensive these days.
I have made a frame, it has got to have rings for ropes etc, and a support underneath to take the weight of three or four girls.
So I asked Kate to try it out, in navy blue knickers and vest. Remember it is not finished, but I needed to test it before carrying on.
Up the stairs she goes…
And up she climbs…
A colour bonus, just checking light etc for photos.
Perhaps a long bamboo bar might push their bottoms out, I will experiment!
Of course, I had to give my first little spanking to her….but it was cold, so only a quick one, in colour.
Hmmmmmm, a bit of work needed, but quite acceptable, can’t wait to see three bare bottoms wiggling around on it, under the smacks of my plimsol!
