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In Three’s – No 7 ~ The Train Day! – Part 6

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Ohhh, I can hear the laughter, and the sound of that beautiful summers day in my mind so easily. let me remember more for you. After her dance on the plank, between the carriage and the line side, we came across a bridge.

“Now what have you got in mind Charlotte?” I asked with a smile.

Her lovely naughty eyes twinkled, and her mouth laughed as it said…”More dancing and bottom displays!”

“Of course.” I said helplessly, I was charmed by her, as I always am.

I am not ashamed to admit it!

She settled herself on a sleeper…and listened to the distant music playing from the station speakers. It fit with the bird call perfectly, as the strains of ‘Tosselli’s Serenade’ drifted through the leaves.

And then ‘The Angel of the Rails’ began her next dance…

She can be very funny at times.

… Just as we were getting ready she said… “Just think, if an express train came on each line right now, I would be the fastest spinning ballerina ever!”

“Yes you would!” I chuckled, as her mood changed again, ready to twirl.

More to come…


Uncle Redmoon ~ Part 5

This is part of a story written between my dear friend (from France…in my fantasy she dresses as a french maid doing the can can a lot!)…’B’.

To read more of her work, click on ‘Contributors and Links’, above. You will find out a lot about her there. Then click on contributors, and scroll down to her page, with lots of her stories and our stories.

She also runs a fabulous spanking game, new players always welcome!

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Uncle Redmoon part 5

I stepped out of Mr Redmoon’s cottage with both hands, rubbing my punishment kilt over my fiery bottom. Two old ladies going to the nearby Co-op smirked as they saw me. They for sure knew the meaning of my red kilt, and seemed to be saying, ‘probably well deserved’ or ‘let that be a well learned lesson, my girl’.

I unlocked my bike and pushed it across the sidewalk. I had to decide, if I was going to push it all the way home or ride it. Walking would take at least half an hour and my punishment kilt would for sure be noticed by a few more old ladies, or worse, by a few teasing boys.

Riding it might be more revealing, but I guessed that my shortish skirt would have me taken for a schoolgirl instead of a twenty-two year old bank employee.

I wanted to be home as fast as possible and decide to ride my bike. The saddle wasn’t too comfy for my still stingy bum, but I endured it. Riding above the saddle would have been too embarrassing.

Back home I called Anna, “Its done and, I got a spanking and the hairbrush and boy did it sting!” She came over ten minutes later and teased, “Lovely mini! I wonder why it looks like one of mine?” We laughed, and she was a great friend as she gave me a rub with Cold Cream.

Next morning we were back to work. Anna was wearing a black business like suit with stockings befitting a twenty-three year old bank teller. I was wearing a smart silk blouse with a navy blazer, and my red punishment kilt, plus white knee high socks. A few colleagues teased. “Miss Future Trader got her butt skelped. I blushed and shrugged, knowing that in the end I’ll be a trader and they will still be tellers.

As I sat behind my counter I noticed a similarly dressed girl attending the same banking classes as Anna and I. We knew her as Adriana, and she had been top of our class, it was quite a surprise to see her wearing a punishment skirt. Our Deputy Supervisor, who must have also given her Uncle Redmoon’s card made us blush to our ears with. “I am hoping that you have learned your lessons, I have heard that you will be having another quiz for your afternoon banking classes.”

For lunch, Anna who’s always as curious as a church mouse invited her to join us. We of course popped the old schoolgirl questions of what with and how many and what for. “Twelve smackers with the strap for having missed the dead line for the economy essay. The fact that I got a A didn’t save me from being sent to Uncle Redmoon with a punishment slip.”

After lunch we did have a quiz, a mean one with plenty of trick questions, but I was well prepared and I got a B+.

Next day I was wearing a business suit with silk trousers. I was quite relieved not to be tugging my punishment skirt to be sure that I wasn’t showing my smacked upper thighs as a lazy schoolgirl.

The next two weeks were fine, till Anna was picked on by the statistics professor. He had stumped her. I tried to save her with whispering the answer. She hadn’t fully heard what I had whispered, and blubbered a partial answer. I again whispered, a touch louder, and was cut short by the prof. I became a statistic! He had a dubious sense of humor. I was the fourth girl to which he awarded a pink slip, and Anna also got one, as the fifth.

“If not mistaking, you’re both Redmoon girls…?”

We were red face as we nodded, and a few classmates who didn’t have that honor giggled.

After that class we had a late tea at the bank’s cafeteria. Anna thanked me for having tried to save her. “Soz that you got caught!”

“Ah well… Its ok … what are friends for!”

“Thanks… but we won’t escape the belt.”

“As long as it isn’t the cane!”

“Nah… It was borderline… It was only an attempt.”

“Uncle Redmoon is fair.”

“Remember what Adriana said about the belt.”


“We best make the appointment as soon as possible.”

Anna accepted to call for the two of us…


It had been a busy few weeks since the day I had met Amelia, and I confess that she popped into my mind often. Usually at the strangest of times. I was picking fruit at the shop the other day, and as I chose some  apples, she popped into my mind…”that one, and that one, ooh that one…annnnd this one.” I was making my tea a couple of days afterwards, and could not decide what to have, and her voice advised mackerel on toast…so I made it.

Funny how some people seep through and in to your mind, and refuse to leave. I thought of her bottom mostly, it was a superb peach of a bottom to punish.. And that smile, along with her ‘summer rain’ of a voice….sigh….it makes me wish I was thirty years younger, hmmm, maybe forty.  Where has it all gone?

All those bottoms!

She came into my mind again as her friend Anna rang to make an appointment, for them both. I suddenly became very excited, and was looking forward to smacking her peach again. Only two days, and they will be here. “Hmmm whispering answers, to help each other out. Not a bad crime by any means, but all the same, it should not be tolerated. I think a visit to my study for the pair is in order.

So innocent looking,but so naughty…both of them.

It is amazing how beautiful women can look so naughty when I transfer them into adult school girls for a spanking…

Amelia in her punishment uniform
Anna in her punishment uniform

More to come from B and I,


Robyn’s Erotic Words – 29/1 ~ Spanking Furniture

After our little return to Rocking Horses in Spanking, I thought spanking furniture would be a nice place to visit. This subject is rather long, so there will be many parts…

Whilst browsing through old numbers of various spanking magazines, I came across this rather eye-catching photo-shoot in Janus simply entitled ‘The Chair’. It featured a young lady being caned in a variety of different positions using a chair as her support. It inspired me to look into some of the enormous variety of other pieces of ‘furniture’ that have been used in spanking films and images. There’s nothing particularly new about writing about this and Asa has featured a range of different furniture in many of his previous posts. However, I thought you might enjoy some of the collages I’ve used to illustrate this series. There are so many wonderful images ‘out there’, it’s difficult to make choices as to which to use. Anyway, enjoy!

I think you know by know, that I rather like sectioning things! So you will not be surprised to see this…

Section 1 ~ Human Furniture

In a sense the human body is a piece of ‘furniture’ that can be used to restrain a spankee whilst they are being spanked. I am of course referring to the human knee. OTK spanking is the most basic ‘bread and butter’ method of spanking. Many people also find it the most desirable position for a spanking because of the direct physical contact between the players. It is a very intimate position, particularly suitable for hand spanking and using implements such as a hairbrush or small paddle. The simplest form of OTK spanking is where the spankee lies over the spanker’s lap and is held firmly in position by the spanker’s non-spanking arm.

This is well illustrated by the following collages, all using images from old ‘Nu-West’ films who produced dozens of ‘no-nonsense’ spanking films featuring both women and men. Some of their lady spankers were very formidable, true ‘Amazons’! The images and videos are chillingly realistic, essentially because the spankings were real and clearly hurt a lot, judging by the agonised faces of many of the spankees! There were no faked shots… red bottoms were red for one reason… they had been walloped ‘good and hard’! Not a trace of makeup anywhere!

Much more to come…


I have added four new pieces of ‘Tom Paine’s Spanking Art today…

I know you have been eagerly waiting for more, but of course, different people are eagerly awaiting different things. So wait you must. I try to be varied and fair so all tastes are catered for.

Here is one of today’s artworks…

Beautiful isn’t it? The shading, the depth. Look at Mary, see how embarrassed she his, her blush rising. Look at Miss Brooks, her Headmistress, watching another good girl fall from grace, and cross the line to the ‘naughty side’. That amused, scornful look, isn’t it divine?

Do you want to know more about naughty Mary, and the deliciously strict Miss Brooks? I hope so. If you do, why not read the steadily developing story I am writing to accompany his wonderful art.

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In Three’s ~ Number Six – ‘The Window Cleaners View’ – Part Six

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Because this is number six, all subsequent posts in this story will be at the bottom of this page, it is how ‘threes’ work.


It wasn’t long before before my next view of a girl being punished. I was on the corner of the old wing, it dated from the 1600’s, a lovely old brick and stone building with lots of well cared for ivy. The windows were stone, and mullioned, so my view was difficult, but I managed nicely.

I could not see the man, who answered the intercom on his desk, a lady, I presume a secretary was saying ‘She is here Mr Jones’.

The man then shouted in reply to a knock on the door. I could hear everything easily, my ears pricked up when I heard him shout…”Lift your skirt, lower your knickers and enter.”

I watched as a nervous girl walked in, I could hear giggles from the corridor, obviously the girl had left the secretary’s office, and gone to knock on this door, in full view of anyone in the corridor.

So she had bared her bottom embarrassingly before whoever giggled and entered as instructed.

(asa’s note….h-231-2875 to help me find the next photo when I return!)

Lots more to come…


Lady Charlotte’s Punishment Room ~ Part Four/2

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Charlotte gave a little smile at the sight of her maid’s apparent shock.

“There’s no need to look so surprised and shocked, young lady,” Lady Charlotte said. “I often thrash my maids without the encumbrance of clothing. I find that the freedom it affords enables me to deliver a much harder caning! It also helps me to remain cool from all the physical exertion and it’s so much more fun!”

So saying Lady Charlotte picked up the long, thin crook handled cane from the corner table. She drew it sensuously through her slender fingers. She then swished it menacingly through the air as she slowly walked around Samantha, displaying her naked body to her maid from all angles. Samantha was torn between looking at her Mistress’ body and the cane slicing through the air….SWISH! SWISH!

It looked extremely whippy and surely was going to really sting when applied to her bottom. Yet she had already discovered that the pain might well be accompanied by a delicious form of pleasure. Her heartbeat quickened and she started to feel increasingly aroused, both by the sight of her Mistress’ body and anticipation of the pleasure the cane might bring her. 

Lady Charlotte continued to parade herself in front of her maid, her left hand caressing her well-formed breast, as the nipples started to stand erect. Occasionally her hand brushed against her neatly shaven pussy. Samantha was mesmerised. Her Mistress was clearly in a high state of sexual excitement, which in turn seemed to stimulate her own state of arousal.

“Right, young lady. It’s time I got to work on your naughty bottom with my cane! Raise your skirts and get yourself over the spanking horse, NOW!”

Samantha jumped at the sudden barked command. She reached her arms down to the hem of her skirts and pulled them up over her back, before bending over the horse.

Lady Charlotte approached Samantha’s bent form and started to slowly open the drawers, rather like drawing back a set of theatre curtains. In this case, the ‘star of the show’ was to be Samantha’s bare bottom!

Charlotte stood back and surveyed her maid’s now bare cheeks provocatively protruding out through the open split. ‘What a lovely sight they look framed by the white drawers’, she thought. ‘Nevertheless, they’ll have to come right down otherwise the cane might just get caught in the fabric and I might just decide to put a few strokes across her upper thighs! That’ll make her jump and yelp for sure!’

Lady Charlotte loosened the pink ribbon that held up Samantha’s  drawers and proceeded to draw them slowly down over her naked thighs….

….until they cascaded down into a glorious creamy, frothy heap around her ankles. 

More to come…


A Good Finger Wagging! By Asa Jones

A naughty girl who has taken things too far, is called to the front of the class.

“You! Young lady! Have tested my patience too far this time! You always think you are so clever, and nothing will ever happen to you. Well Charlotte I have news for you. Today is the day it will!”

She stands in shock.

The whole room goes quiet. This is serious, the teachers voice is different this time.

What is going to happen?

She puts her hands behind her back and fidgets, she is obviously nervous. The teacher stands up.

“Its time my ruler kissed your bottom my girl! Bend over!”

Nobody expected the skirt to come up.

Nobody expected the knickers to come down and her bottom get a really good bottom reddening spanking before the class either!

It wasn’t just a finger wagging telling off this time, was it Charlotte?

“No.”…she sniffs


Delivered in Three’s – Number Five – Charlotte in Wonderland -Part Ten

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Time to admire, and time to look at the beauty of Princess Spanky’s bottom was over. The Governess of Spanking Dreams decided to end the torment of waiting for her girl, “You have waited long enough my precious pet, I imagine your pussy is almost dripping in anticipation of a spanking by now.”

“Oh it is Mistress, I need to feel smacks and pain in my bottom so very badly, please Mistress, spank me.” begged princess Spanky.

“Come to the desk my dear, kneel at the punishment stool.” The Governess commanded.

“Ask me again.”

“Please Mistress, I have been naughty, and I need punishing.”

What a sight this is my friends. A submissive, on her knees, bottom bare, begging for a spanking.

More to come.


The Spanking Adventures of Up Skirt Evans – Part 21

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(this is a huge story, if you want to get to this part, you will have to scroll down through the sections)


Once Charlotte was satisfied that she had managed to put a nice warm blush back into Samantha’s cheeks, she stopped and picked up the riding crop.

“I think this naughty little jockey is enjoying her spanking far too much! Perhaps a dose with this riding crop across her naughty little haunches will change her response. Do you think you need somewhat harsher treatment for your behavior, young lady?” said Charlotte, adopting a mock sternness in her voice.

“Oh yes, Mistress Charlotte! I have been very naughty. Please crop my bottom as hard as you wish!” replied Samantha, her perverse urge to be soundly spanked clearly not yet fully satisfied. 

She stuck her bottom out again and waited. Charlotte started to tap the star-shaped keeper rapidly across each of Samantha’s trembling, wobbling cheeks. What a delightful sight it made

Tap, tap, tap, tap, tap…

… and then suddenly Charlotte drew the crop back further and brought it swooping down hard across Samantha’s beautifully presented bottom… THWACKKK!

“OOOOHHHH!” Samantha squealed.

And then moaned…sexily.

Charlotte repeated the stroke, whacking away at Samantha’s now wriggling, gyrating, reddening bottom harder and harder…




This produced much louder responses from Samantha, but she maintained her position and clearly didn’t want Charlotte to stop just yet. Charlotte read Samantha’s body language and continued to apply the crop to her friend and lover’s bottom with a will. She was enjoying herself immensely! She reverted to a random pattern of light rapid tapping and then suddenly unleashing a blistering stroke when least expected. It didn’t do to be too predictable!

Tap, tap, tap, tap…..THWACKKK!

     Tap, tap…THWACKKK!

         Tap… THWACKKK!  Tap…THWACKKK!  

            Tap, tap, tap, tap, tap, tap…..THWACKKK!

Finally, after quite some time, Samantha suddenly stood up, her hands reaching around to rub her now burning, smarting buttocks. “Enough, enough!” she gasped. “Thank you, thank you, Charlotte. That was really lovely! You certainly know how to apply a riding crop to good effect! Just wait until I get a chance to have another go on you with my crop!”

“My pleasure, Sam. I enjoyed whipping your bottom immensely. You’ve got a really lovely and very lively pair of buttocks when they’re being whipped!” Charlotte giggled. “Now what shall we do next? I’m still game for some more hanky-panky if you are!” said Charlotte, with a look of undisguised lust on her face.


the next part has Samantha riding a suction dildo, and she has asked that I keep it from public view. So use the password I give for private moments!