The spanking is over, and Lady Kenworthy has decided on corner time.
She told the naughty nurse to put her hands on her head and stand by the window, so she could study the height of her bottom from the floor.
“Hmmmm, turn around, and bend over.”
“Yes Mistress.”
“Hmm, that is no good, I want your bottom clearly on show.” Said an annoyed Lady Kenworthy. “Turn around again…let me think.”
“Maybe if I get on the pouffet?” Volunteered Charlotte.
“Good idea, it sounds like you want your naughty red bottom on show!” Smiled Lady Kenworthy.
“Yes Mistress, I do, very much.” Blushed Charlotte. “If you want an honest answer! I have wanted to meet someone like you all my life!”
Lady Kenworthy smiled a particularly disarming smile. “Then I think I have an idea, I have some friends coming around soon. I think you will like them. Let’s get you up there and on show, up you get, bend over and look out of the window, when you see a black Audi pull up, wait for the doors to open. They will look up, because I always greet them with a wave and then go to boil the kettle…when I am fit. Smile at them, then turn around, and put your spanked bottom to the window.”
Charlotte waited excitedly.
“Oh, here they are Mistress.” Said Charlotte, ready to turn and present her bare red bottom to complete strangers….her pussy twitched at the thought.
“Push it to them! Present it!”
“Yes Mistress.”
The four women got out of the car, and walked to the window, to admire the view of a freshly spanked, bare, wiggling bottom. They squealed and giggled together and went to the back door of the cottage.
Kate, Liv, Stephanie and Amber walked in.
“Hello girls, I think I have found our spanking pet….Charlotte, whatever you are paid as a nurse, I will quadruple, if you agree to come and live in, as my maid…my very naughty maid, who agrees to corporal punishment and humiliation.” She turned to Charlotte. “What do you say?”
Charlotte turned, and smiled.
“When can I start Mistress?” She purred.
“You already have!” Replied Lady Kenworthy.
And so it begins….
This is the end of Charlotte’s introduction, there is lots more to come.
This is going to go on a while, and I will dip into it when I feel nostalgic, probably as I am sat in my study, with a glass of fine vintage port, and a grand crackling log fire.
Come and sit with me, let’s enjoy each other’s company. I am not to be trusted…::sigh::….if you are a woman, and you sit on my knee as I tell you stories, I will no doubt pat your bottom, and my hand wander. It is best to know that now, if you do not like that idea, then sit and enjoy my gentlemanly hospitality in the chair matching mine, before you, opposite me….sit down, please.
If you are a man, sit with me, my girls will join us from time to time.
If you are a submissive feminine man, who dresses as a girl, then sit at my feet, where you belong, dressed in frills….oh come on! You know you love it!
I have a rather large boxer dog, Buster. Do not stare him in the eyes, let him come to you. Once he has, stroke him, he will be friendly, and you can walk safely anywhere. If you make the first move, he will snarl, and utter a low long growl. Stop! Instantly. Leave him to it. Do not move again…I will not be responsible for your death. You have been warned.
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Time line….today is 17th Jan, 2022
I was born in 1951, a kinder time. People were not snooping with cameras to try to get money for publically disgracing people. Secrets were kept. Get rich quick by fucking in reality t.v. did not exist. Better times? I think so, but feel free to disagree….you have your own choices and I respect them. Like conscientious objectors, or anti vaxxers….your choice. You are still welcome. Same with colour or religion, creed or sexuality, I honestly don’t give a fuck. Whoever you are, if you like spanking, you are welcome.
I do not know where you are from, but here in England we have two T.V. Programmes that sum up my early surroundings in the Derbyshire Dales and Towns. A vet programme, called ‘All Creatures Great and Small.’ And a series of stories set in London…’Call the Midwife’.
They reflect the kinder, slower paced time my life started in.
I was a teenager in the ‘Swinging Sixties’….had a blast!
I reached maturity in the Internet age.
Spanking has always been in my life. I love it, I am consumed by it, I am obsessed with it, and the female bottom. I have my own studio, and lots of of other places to shoot in with my girls….as you know. But how did I get here?
How presumptuous of me to think that anyone cares? Maybe it is just you?
In my mind you are a beautiful young woman, intrigued by me and my blog. You knock on my door, I speak…”You have read thus far my dear, I would like you to leave your knickers and any inhibitions at the door, and come and sit on my knee. I love the tiny little kilt type skirt and black hold ups…very nice.”
You nestle on my knee, in a wiggly sort of way, my manhood is erect. “Hmm, it is probably time to say hello to Mr.Tom. He has a mind of his own, I do not stick up for him and his behaviour. He has done that on his own all my life, often when I wish he had not stirred in tight trousers, even at a young age…he had his own ideas…
It is 1961, I am ten, my short trousers are at my ankles, so too are my pants, my masturbation technique then was to push and grind into the carpet. In my hand are two toy soldiers, one is a Viking with a spear, the other a cowboy in spats….to me, the latter is a girl with a bare bottom. My reflected bottom bobbing up and down in the reflective concave surface of an electric fire, is hers….at that age I wanted to be a girl and be spanked. It did not last ever so long, by 15 I was spanking my first proper girlfriend with a plimsol, her in school uniform. Minutes earlier she had asked…”What would you do to me if you were my teacher and I was a naughty girl?”
She was finding out.
Briefly, let me fill in the missing years…
Lucy was on t.v. Getting spanked every Saturday tea time. Me and my brothers, there were five of us, had comics….every week without fail a girl got spanked. On the t.v. Was Jimmy Edwards in ‘Whacko!’, and Billy Bunter was caned on the screen every Sunday. I saw spankings at school, I saw canings at school, I had seen spankings at the bus stop, in shops, on a train and in the parks…in short like the letter ‘i’ in spanking…..I was surrounded by it, I did not have a chance.
Minnie the Minx was my favourite comic character…
The annual was always eagerly waited for and read st Christmas, as this naughty girl about to play in her knickers any minute now, shows why! The photo is supplied by one if my contributors, Roy Tersley.
‘I Love Lucy’, was my favourite T.V. Programme…A film about her life is being made. I will look forward to that!
And Jimmy Edwards! Who could forget him!!
I was surrounded by it in the lovely old house I lived in too! A girl of my age each side of me, one ot number 15, one at number 11. Yep, I lived in number thirteen, and I have been struck by lightening too. But I feel lucky.
Number 11 was like going back in time…strange people, with strange names. It was the first place I saw a girls red sore spanked bottom in corner time. I went round with my mum for something, on entering the ‘back kitchen’, there she was whimpering in embarrassment..”see what being naughty gets you D**** your beloved Asa can see your red bottom, it serves you right too! And don’t you dare rub!”
For a lot of you, this will not be the most exciting set I have done, but to me, there is something atmospherically sexy, and special about them. Probably because of the fact that I spanked her soon after taking them, and knowing how good her bottom looks in open back drawers, which she is wearing underneath the outfit. The outfit is from original patterns, so she looks exactly as a maid would have…right down to the bloomers and vintage boots.
I was going to put them at intervals in ‘The Inveigle’, click here…
She is a sweet gentle woman, who loves to serve and be spanked. A soft voice, witty and charming. A really lovely girl, perfect as my studio maid. Her baby is a real beauty, a beautiful smiling boy with a mop of hair…at the front anyway! She is back in action, and you will be seeing her soon.
It is also a tribute to one of the Victorian corners in my old studio….::sigh::…
It still seems fresh and strange saying that..my old studio, bless it, it served me well and created many memories. But here I am, signed up to a new one, and with other new places to shoot in. A lot of work yet, but I am looking forward to my NEW studio. A new stage of my life. It should be pipe, slippers, good port, and relaxing hobbies at my age….but fuck that!
You might wonder as to why there are bits of rope and stuff lying around in the photos. Well, ::smile:: I tie her up in disgusting positions to spank her!
My new studio, I wonder what I can find out about the old mill building, and what corners does it have hiding? Will it too have a ghost? Hope it, well…he or she is as nice as the old one, perhaps he (the old one) might follow me there…hope so! I miss him. When I was in the creaky old place it was a bit scary, but having a nice friendly ghost to chat to was nice, he kept me company.
Asa Jones Spanking Emporium, version Three. This will be my last studio I reckon.
The crowd of girls looking on could hardly believe their ears, in two ways.
Firstly, the magic words of ‘let’s get these jeans down’ in a commanding tone from the Captain.
But what pleased their ears the most, was the little girl way, this haughty, bossy, woman who always has an air of, ‘I am better than you’, was reacting to her spanking.
Music to their ears.
“Nooooooo, no no no no! NO! HOW DARE YOU! Noooooo! They will all see my bottom!” Cried Jocelyn, somewhat delightfully.
All to no avail, as the vice like grip of this mighty man, easily held her wriggling hips and bottom in place. His other hand soon had her jeans down, how her bottom jiggled. And a fine pert, plump, round bucking bottom it was too…
And in seconds, to a loud shriek from Jocelyn, and a cheer from the girls, it was presented, high. What a sight, the crowd were stunned by its beauty for a few seconds….but just for a few seconds only. Soon the store room was full of noise and kicking legs once more. How the crisp smacks of his huge leathery hands, landing on her smooth rounded buttocks echoed.
“Owwwwwwww stop, stop, please stop, it huuuurts!” She cried.
“Of course it bloody hurts you fool! That’s the whole damn point of a spanking….which I must add, you are taking very badly! Grow up!” Boomed the Captain.
Smack, smack, smack, smack, smack!
“Owwwww, oooooh, eeeek, yeeeeowwwwwwww!!!”
For a few seconds her arm broke free, but it was soon pushed firmly into the small of her back, as another barrage of whacks began to redden her cheeks!
Then….Ohhh yeses! THEN! The music to their ears turned into a symphony of spanking, as the words everyone…except Jocelyn of course….wanted to hear, burst from the Captains booming mouth. “Right you naughty girl, let’s get these knickers down and start spanking your bottom properly! It has only just begun my dear!”
The pulling down of knickers, watching them slide by the delectable curves of a wriggling naughty bottom is what all spanking lovers drool over. This was a masterclass, a really gorgeous bottom, steadily reddening under firm strong whacks, was being revealed, in all its bulbous glory, before a crowd of eager, cheering girls. The fact that she was haughty, heightened it all, at long long last, the aloof girl was over someone’s knee, kicking and squealing like a baby, getting spanked and having her bottom bared for all to see.
And the crown on the majestic bottom, that wriggling squirming bottom, was her embarrassed, humiliated squealing face as she shouted gloriously…
“My hair, my hair!!!” She squealed.
He had to grip her tight for the removal, she struggled mightily.
“NOOOOOOOO! PLEASE PLEASE PLEASE!!!! DON’T TAKE MY PANTIES DOWN, DON’T SPANK ME ON MY BARE BOTTOM BEFORE THEM ALLLL…”
A week later I had an itch and returned to Wheels pretending that my bike needed to have its brakes adjusted. I had ridden it to the shop and was wearing shorts which had me blushing when I tried them. Nancy at the Frivolity Boutique had convinced me that they weren’t that short and added that they would be a great investment. Jeremy had a hard time to take his eyes off my shorts to work five minutes on my bike. I had a great return on my investment as he invited me for lunch at the municipal pool. I was going to need a new bikini.
A week later, Jeremy had peeled my shorts down, and I didn’t blush. It was fair to tell Nancy about Jeremy, as she had persuaded me to buy them. She triumphed with, “What did I tell you?”
Meanwhile, at the tennis club my name card had climbed the scoreboard. I was still far from the top, but I was now well above the pack. I had significantly improved my game, and I was ambitious. I wanted to be part of the team.
Miss Davenport was the team’s coach. Ten years ago, she was a star. With Nancy we watched her drill the girls of the team. “She’s a martinet!”
I finally took the plunge. I approached the impressive Miss Davenport. “Good morning Miss, I want to try for the team, ple… plez…” I stammered as I noticed the wood paddle on the wall of her office. It wasn’t one of those big American paddles, but it still looked like it could give quite a sting. It was engraved with the words, “Team paddle – Drop your knickers naughty girl!”
Miss Davenport followed my gaze and laughed, “Its the team’s sorority paddle…” She teasingly added, “I don’t use it, maybe I should…” I wasn’t too reassured. She told me to at least score even with Jennifer, the latest member of the team.
It took me three games to beat Jennifer. I was applauded and invited to the team’s private luxurious locker room. I had quite a surprised when I saw that Jennifer was holding that paddle, and said, “You are going to be traditionally welcomed into our sorority!”
“Huh!” That’s all I could say as I eyed that paddle.
“You’ve read what the paddle says?!” I sure did, and more than once. Jennifer ordered. “Then what are you waiting for? Take your knickers off, bend over the back of that settee and spread them!”
“You can’t be a member of the team till you have been baptized!”
I was hesitant, they all chanted, “Don’t be a chicken!”
I blushed a red as a peony as I took my knickers off. I went over the back of that leather settee, and probably couldn’t blush more, when Jennifer flipped my little skirt up and repeated, “Spread them wide! That’s also part of the tradition!”
I reasoned. You can’t be a chicken, and you saw that paddle when you requested to join the team. Somehow you have asked for that paddling. Open your legs, naughty girl. I couldn’t blush any redder as I slowly opened my legs and shamefully exposed my muff.
I gritted my teeth, and that paddle whacked my very bare bottom with a loud SMACK!
I responded with a convincing “AIE!” while my bum heated up.
Another SMACK! was followed by a more persuading “OUCH!”
They took turn at enthusiastically smacking my butt. I couldn’t help bawling as when I was punished as a school girl. I got a baker’s dozen and my derriere was throbbing when they were done. One of them gave me a rub with a cold flannel, and they all chanted, “She’s one of us!”
“Phew!”
I wanted to retrieve my knickers, but Jennifer pinched them, “According to tradition the newbie must remain bare butt for the reminder of the day!” She also had me sit on the settee. I was told that it is a team newbie privilege since it is reserved for the top two players. The leather was cool for my blazing bum and I again blushed as I realized how my skirt had ridden up. I wanted to pull it down, but I was offered a tall glass of champagne and nibbles.
As we left the club, Jennifer returned my knickers, loaded my bike into the boot of her car and drove me home. I was thankful. She also gave me Epsom salt. While having a long soak, I called Jeremy. He had quite a laugh and gently rubbed my glowing bum with Arnica. I had a few more AIE! as one thing enthusiastically lead to another. Next morning I saw that the girls were careful not to bruise my sit-upon.
Two days later, when training with the team, the whole club saw my reddish derriere escaping my tennis knickers. I overhead a curious new club member being told, “She’s the latest member of the team…”
Nancy wanted to try for the team, she will have to at least play even with me as I am the latest member. I will be her mentor as Jennifer was mine. She demurely asked, “You will be easy on me with that paddle?”
“OK, but you’re getting only two from me, and one from each member of the team. You won’t be wearing naughty shorts for a few days!”
Josy
To be continued…
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Like all good things, Charlotte’s stay with Samantha over the half-term break was drawing to a close. They had had such a wonderful time together, indulging their passion for spanking and ‘pleasuring’ each other up to the hilt. It had been the equivalent of binge drinking, but far less damaging to their health. In fact, as far as they were both concerned, it was positively beneficial to their mental well-being!
Whilst they had done many things together during the stay, such as walking, watching films, shopping and cooking, these activities just afforded time to recuperate and gather strength for their next bout of erotic spanking and love making. They had become extremely fond of each other, a fondness that bordered on love.
As far as their spanking exploits had gone, their play was relatively gentle compared to the Friday afternoon sessions that Charlotte experienced after school. Her visits to Samantha’s house were the only times that Samantha permitted Charlotte to spank her. Samantha kept a strict divide between her role as Headmistress of St. Angela’s School with Charlotte as her secretary, spanking assistant and spanking pet, and her role as Charlotte’s lover at weekends. Indeed Charlotte was well-trained in using the correct forms of address. It was ‘Miss Tanner’ or ‘Headmistress’ at school, ‘Mistress’ when she was Samantha’s ‘spanking pet’, and ‘Samantha’ when visiting her in her own home.
Charlotte was enormously grateful to Samantha for befriending her and taking her under her wing… although it might perhaps be more accurate to say, ‘for taking her across her knee’! Samantha had introduced her to spanking and she loved it! She was a natural submissive and was one of those very fortunate young women who were able to orgasm purely through being spanked, providing the spanker knew what they were doing. Fortunately, Samantha had this ‘skill’ and got immense pleasure from using it on young ladies such as Charlotte.
Towards the end of the stay, Charlotte wanted to buy Samantha something special to thank her, not only for letting her spend time with her over half-term, but also because she felt cared for and loved. However, she was at a loss as to what she could buy for Samantha. What did you buy for a woman who seemed to ‘have it all’, if her sumptuously furnished house was anything to go by?
Charlotte finally decided to give her a small present, but of great significance to both of them – a wooden hairbrush with an embossed letter ‘S’ on its back. It might be a ‘small gift’ in the physical sense, but it was an expensive item to buy for someone on Charlotte’s small salary. It was made from a beautiful dark rosewood and the embossed ‘S’ was made from something akin to ivory. Charlotte rather liked the embossed ‘S’. If Samantha decided to spank her with the brush (which she was almost certain she would), it would hopefully leave ‘S’-shaped imprints on her bottom, at least temporarily. It would be like a form of branding as used as a mark of ownership on slaves in the past! Like in the Gor books she used to read.
As the last day of her stay with Samantha arrived, Charlotte walked into the small cosy alcove off Samantha’s bedroom which housed her dressing table and placed the hairbrush prominently on the table with a little thank you note attached to its handle with a small pink ribbon.
The note read: ‘To my dear Samantha, Thank you so much for the lovely week we have spent together and making me feel loved and cared for. I hope you will accept this small gift of appreciation as a thank you and might find it useful! Much love, Your adoring friend, Charlotte xxx’
When Samantha later entered her dressing room she saw the brush. She picked it up and read the note. She smiled and turned towards Charlotte who was standing nearby, “Oh Charlotte, thank you so much. You needn’t have gone to the bother of getting me a present. I’ve thoroughly enjoyed having you here. But what a lovely gift and so pertinent, given our somewhat kinky relationship! I just love the embossed ‘S’ on its back. Can I try it out on you?”
“Of course you can,” replied Charlotte, relieved that Samantha seemed to like her gift.
Samantha sat down on the small cushioned chair next to the dressing table. “As both of us know full well, a hairbrush can have two very different uses and has two very different sides. Obviously one side is used for the innocent practice of brushing hair, whilst the other side can be used for spanking naughty bottoms. It is one of the few disciplinary items that can be left innocently lying around, ready to hand should it be required for the latter purpose. Generations of mothers have used hair brushes for disciplining their naughty offspring, especially their daughters. Which side would you like to try, Charlotte?”
“Both sides of course, Samantha!”
“Very well, Charlotte. Let’s try brushing your hair first. It’s a bit cramped in here, but come closer and bend your head down towards me.”
She then picked up the hair brush and started to slowly comb Charlotte’s hair. “You really are very beautiful, Charlotte. I’ve loved having you around to stay with me.”
“I’ve thoroughly enjoyed staying with you too. It’s been like a dream holiday for me. You’re such a fun person to be with. I do love you so much,” Charlotte replied.
“I love you too, Charlotte. It would be really good if you might consider moving in with me permanently at some stage.”
Charlotte was thrilled with the suggestion, “Oh yes, Samantha! Do you really mean that?”
“Yes, of course, my love, but there would need to be some rules if our relationship was to work well. We’d need to discuss things before you decide to accept my offer, but not now. Let’s not spoil this moment together.”
“Gosh!” was all Charlotte could say, as Samantha continued to brush her hair.
After a while of companionable silence, Samantha suddenly said, “Right Charlotte, it’s time to put my hairbrush to a different use. I haven’t yet used the reverse side. Come a bit closer and bend slightly further forward…. That’s right! …Now, let’s see if I can ‘print’ a few ‘Ss’ on your lovely cheeks. Would you like that?”
“Oh yes please!” replied Charlotte, waggling her bottom affirmatively.
“Very well,” laughed Samantha.
She gently brushed the hairbrush bristles across Charlotte’s naked cheeks, an interesting sensation, before turning its back to face Charlotte’s bottom.
She then started to gently stroke the smooth wooden back across Charlotte’s soft, rounded cheeks in a circling motion. “Such a gorgeous, spankable bottom,” Samantha murmured, “so soft, so smooth, so round, so utterly adorable!”
Charlotte beamed with pleasure as she heard these words of adoration for her bottom. “My bottom is yours to do whatever you wish! You can caress and stroke it, you can tickle and kiss it, you can spank or even cane it, if that is your wish!” Charlotte was in heaven, having her bottom worshipped by the woman she loved.
Samantha laughed. “I think your bottom has had quite enough of all this ‘soft worship’! It’s time for harsher treatment, don’t you think?”
“Oh yes please! Spank me hard and don’t hold back. I need to feel your love!” said Charlotte, now desperate to experience the intense sting of the brush.
“Very well, my love. Brace yourself!”
So saying, she raised the brush high and brought it down hard twice on Charlotte’s awaiting bottom…SMACK! …SMACK! Charlotte squealed with pleasure….”Ooohhh! Eeeeeh! … Lovely!”
Samantha paused and inspected Charlotte’ bottom, “Mmmh! I can’t see any ‘Ss’ yet! I clearly need to smack you much, much harder if I’m going to make my mark!”
So saying Samantha delivered six meaty smacks across Charlotte’s quivering cheeks in quick succession.
SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK!
Charlotte squealed loudly and her buttocks gyrated in a most alluring fashion as the stinging brush got to work.
“Oh yes, yes, Samantha. Please spank me harder…YES!” yelled Charlotte, as she slipped ‘into the zone’ of pain-induced pleasure.
SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK!
Samantha continued to wallop Charlotte bottom relentlessly until Charlotte eventually came with a long, loud scream of ecstasy. It was Samantha’s ‘gift’ for Charlotte. Charlotte remained bending over the dressing, weeping tears of joy, as Samantha tenderly stroked her well-punished cheeks. “There, there, my love. Did you enjoy that?”
“Oh yes, it was so good. Thank you, thank you, Samantha.” Samantha glanced at Charlotte’s red bottom as she continued to caress it and then giggled, “I can see lots of ‘S-shapes’ all over your bottom. How delightful! The brush has most certainly left its mark!”
Charlotte laughed in turn. “Really? I hoped it might,” she said, reaching her hand round to feel her own bottom. “Gosh, it’s even left slightly raised ‘S-shaped’ wheals. What a lovely reminder of an incredible spanking! If I ever step out of line and upset you, you must use your new brush on me again…’S’ for Samantha! ‘S’ for spanking! ‘S’ for sizzling rump!”
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Hi Asa.
I wonder if this Maid will soon be up-ended over that Gent’s knee with her skirt yanked up and knickers pulled down…
Perhaps that Peeking Maid is witnessing an arousing Spanking through that keyhole and feeling a tingling between her thighs instead of getting on with her work…..
If it is indeed a Spanking she can see…. Is it a real punishment, intended to chastise and correct or is it an erotic punishment intended to arouse to the point of a climax for both/all parties?!!
Mmmmmm
Either way…. I think her own Bottom is about to get ‘Disturbed’ with that rather large magnifying glass!!!
I love the description at the bottom. I must admit I
had to Google Hoopla…….
hoopla
/ˈhuːplɑː/
INFORMAL•NORTH AMERICAN
unnecessary fuss surrounding something.
“I really didn’t know what the hoopla was all about”
Well I hope the Maid won’t kick up a ‘Hoopla’ when her knickers are yanked down, to bare her sexy Bottom for a good hard Walloping!!
…is in trouble, and is visiting the study of Miss.Szabo, I doubt it will be a pleasant experience for her.
The game is excellent, and once learned, very playable. With my blogging, writing, photography etc I cannot carry on as I would like, after this visit to the study, my character will take a back seat, and observe more. Simply put, I do not have the time.
Do you see? I do not want to recommend it to people who do not give it the time it deserves. You need to immerse in it, if you do, it will be another life you sink in to. You will love it. I recommend it highly.
There is another difference….in my stories, the girls nearly always enjoy a spanking….not always, some are definitely not pleasant. In the ‘Oaks and Pines’ world, they give reality. It hurts, it is not pleasant, a girl will be taught a painful lesson. They will be afraid.
So there you have it, my work is almost done…if you want realism, and have the time, the game is for you. But before you decide, read my conclusion…
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On a personal note. As you know I have spanked hundreds of girls, and acted many parts. But the reason all my girls come back to me, is because at the end of the day, I am the rather kind old uncle, or teacher, who will spank a naughty girl…but with a heart. You know me, she will probably end up having her bottom soothed and her pussy rubbed….it’s me, my fantasy, my blog.
I would say that a typical O&P player, is not like me. They want realism, a no nonsense approach….pain, a real punishment, given as it should. A naughty girl is taught a lesson. Without a heart.
And to me, that is the difference…on my blog, you get spankings with a warm heart. On O&P you get punishment, in a no nonsense colder, harsher way.
Therefore, it is not really for me.
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I will stay a while and observe, and I am hoping for inspiration for stories, like looking at a photo. It has already happened with the riding idea, as you know.
Good luck to O&P, good luck to you if you join, you will love it if you match.
But for me…..this is my happy place, I love it here best of all…I do not match.
By the time Miss Kenworthy, Head of Discipline, had joined the school, Kate wa, like all girls in the top year, doing other extra duties, and in favour with most of the school’s staff. However, as with all the girls in the school, any mistakes that she made were still punishable. She was a Deputy Librarian.
The first punishment that she ever received as A Deputy Librarian occurred as a result of Kate cheating in an exam. She didn’t really cheat in a major way. She just wrote down the formulae for quadratic equations on her wrist. She found it very difficult to remember such things. But all the same, it was cheating, and that carried a tariff of two dozen smacks on the bare bottom with a plimsoll at St. Helena’s.
Miss Kenworthy was rather impressed with Kate’s attitude and bearing towards the punishment and subsequent ones that she awarded her. Right from the very first whack, she said exactly the right words…exactly….perfectly, softly, submissively. She took it perfectly too.
“You’ve been a very naughty young lady Kate,” said Miss Kneworthy, picking up a school plimsoll. “Bend over the punishment stool over there.”
“Yes Miss Kenworthy, I am sorry for being so naughty. I really do need a good spanking. I think it will do me good.”
She bent over with no fuss at all. Her short gymslip rode up to reveal perfect white school knickers…
She let out a delightful gasp when they were lowered and she eagerly pushed her bottom up for every whack, making such gorgeous, delightful squeals as the plimsoll landed with every loud WHACK!
Without being asked, she counted the whacks out loud, every single one. After each whack, she said, ‘‘Thank you Miss Kenworthy’’…loudly, as if she wanted the girls out of the open window to hear.
And when she heard giggling and laughter from a fast growing crowd outside, she screamed the count out louder and louder, pushing her bottom up to meet every single smack.
No matter how hard she hit that bottom, it pushed back, up, and out. In other words, she really loved it.
No matter how hard she hit that bottom, it pushed back, up, and out. In other words, she really loved it.
Right up until the final whack, which was as good as Miss Kenworthy could give, Kate loved it, and needed it…
