Charlotte chose the cane, and Samantha took one too. The three women were armed and dangerous. They were off to track down their quarry.
Samantha deftly closed the pastel blue painted pine drawer with her bottom. The others looked on admiringly, Samantha seemed to do everything so sexily, and elegantly.
As soon as the drawer slid to a close, the three girls stopped smiling and the whole atmosphere changed. The maid had spied on them spanking each other, she had masturbated as she did so, when caught, she did not stop, she ran, she disobeyed them. She needed teaching a lesson.
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Do you remember the thrill of hide and seek as a child? The fear and excitement of being caught, trembling and listening to your heart and your breathing?
Well….imagine Suzette, wherever she is, hiding from these three. And after hearing their voices and a drawer slide shut, hearing footsteps, determined angry eager footsteps coming her way! Imagine the fear!
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The chase was on….”Tally Ho!”
Like a tired fox behind a bush. Suzette was keeping still, in the distance, like the rumbling hooves of thoroughbred horsed, and the yelping of hounds, the three girls were on the hunt. Each one uttering threats.
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Mistress Charlotte kept to her promise, and punished Samantha’s well presented bare bottom with six or seven fast whacks with the crop. which Samantha found difficult to stand, and yelled out loudly.
She tried to stand the onslaught, but couldn’t, and jumped up, clutching her cheeks.
“How dare you!? If that was me, you would thrash my bare bottom black and blue.” Said Charlotte as she rushed forward, brandishing the crop. “Now move your hands quickly, I won’t stop if they are there or not!”
She quickly moved them, as you can see in your colour bonus picture…
She placed her hands on her upper thighs, pushed her beautiful bottom out, and took a few more…
Smacked-bottom drawings have one enormous advantage over smacked-bottom photographs — the artist can serve up the most delectable dishes time after time and be sure that the girl is his ideal on every occasion. He can make her a feast of everything he finds most appetising. He likes his girls young? Fine — he can have a sixteen-year-old any time he wants. He likes them pretty — plump — blonde — brunette? No problem. And if the artist’s ideal happens to coincide with our own fancies — we too can savour the extravagances of his palate.
These drawings, especially the first, offer us a girl whose charm embodies pretty well everything the smacked-bottom gourmet might want. Have you ever seen a prettier, rounder, saucier bottom? Have you ever seen a better-fitting pair of shorts on a cuter backside — a more sexily presented bottom offered up to the slipper in a more titillating way? And isn’t she pretty? Aren’t her young breasts the very nicest, her nipples the cheekiest. Wouldn’t she get her delicious little bum smacked every single day if you were the gym-teacher?
Asa’s note….
Of course in my version the teacher is female!
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She is so charming in her gym-shorts and vest that it seems a pity that she should have to be undressed so completely in the second picture. Still, we can’t know what the artist has in mind for her. Perhaps it’s something which makes this denudation necessary. Her tears have dried, though we can be sure that her bottom is still smarting nicely from the attentions of teacher’s slipper. Perhaps it isn’t a punishment at the end of a gym lesson. Perhaps it’s Sunday morning at some girls’ boarding school in Sussex and everyone else has gone to church. Perhaps there is a nice swishy cane in the locker. Perhaps Little-Miss-Innocent is going to grow up between now and Sunday lunch. Perhaps……….
Funny how my two girls in a gym story ended up naked too!
For ages I searched for a male sub, asking repeatedly on here, I never thought that finding a submissive man, willing to be spanked by my girls, and before the girls on his bare bottom, and by visiting well known Dommes, would be so hard to find.
Eventually, (I was on the verge of giving up) one asked me about it.
He is now one of my greatest treasures, and you will see him over the coming months being caned by Miss Iceni and Clara Matthews. Two of London’s top Dommes.
I have to protect his face of course, finding a man willing to show his face was impossible. Finding a man to show his bottom and visit us was almost impossible….but here he his, in this continuing story.
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I have some lovely photos to send to the boy, of him being dragged out to face the class, but it would betray trust, if I put them here.
…the boy was dragged by his ear to the front of the class as his sperm trickled down the desk top and dripped onto the flat oak wood bench attached to the metal frame.
The girls giggled at his plight, and found it both amusing and arousing. They had never seen a boy’s bare bottom, nor seen a boy punished. The sight of his erect manhood, ejaculating before them was also a first, they were excited by it, and could not wait to tell their friends and see him squirm in embarrassment as the did so.
Miss Kenworthy had admonished him every step of the way, She made him put his still erect, dribbling manhood away, and sensibly delayed making him bare his bottom until it had gone limp. She stood him beside her as she sat down.
“You naughty boy! I have lost even the slight trust I had in you. I am going to punish you at every possible occasion of naughtiness from now on! Starting right now with a bare bottom spanking before the girls you have just abused! HOW DARE YOU PULL THEIR KNICKERS DOWN AND MASTURBATE IN MY CLASS? YOU DISGUSTING DIRTY BOY!!!! GET OVER MY KNEE…..NOW!!!!!!”
“Spank him really hard Miss!”
“Make him squeal like a girl Miss.”
“What a naught boy he is Miss, doing that in your class, and to us!”
The girls did their best to throw fuel on the fire, to enrage Miss Kenworthy more and more.
The boy pleaded…”No Miss, please Miss, no, no, no, not on my bare bottom before the girls!”
“OHHHH YES I AM YOUNG MAN, NOW GET OVER!”
He dropped his short trousers to his knees and bent over her knee.
The girls looked closely at his face, and his embarrassment.
They watched intensely as Miss Kenworthy tucked her thumbs into his pants and pulled them down, excitedly giggling and urging Miss Kenworthy on. She thought that their baying was a good thing, it would add to his disgrace, she thought.
And it did.
Then, his pert upturned bottom was bared before the girls!
The spanking began, and the girls fell silent at first, all of them fascinated by what they could see, and hear as the boy began to shriek, and the smacks began to echo…
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Excitement for Charlotte increased as she was positioned by the Governess of Spanking Dreams, the cane, cool and smooth on her thigh, pushed her lightly, slightly to the right.
She stood looking at Princess Spanky, and drank in every bit of her looking so spankable, dressed in her school outfit. The thin pleated skirt had risen up to reveal a pair of tight fitting, cheek hugging, white school knickers.
She knew exactly where her Mistress would be looking, and it thrilled her pussy. So much so, that she began to rub her thighs against each other, exciting her stiff little clitty.
Then her Mistress moved in close, she felt her fingertips searching for the waistband of her tight knickers. It would not be long now before the cool rush of air would caress her cheeks, meaning that the Governess of Spanking Dreams had her face within inches of her bare bottom…she quivered in sexual excitement.
Both pussies twitched with sexual excitement at the same time, spanking was close. you could cut the atmosphere with a crook handled cane.
Charlotte suffered the same indignity as Samantha, she was put in corner time, as you saw in her last post. Now it was the turn of Kate to join them. Which means for the purpose of this photo set, all three are at the same stage…Corner Time. In shame, sniffing away in humiliation, pain, and embarrassment.
Then we will send them back to class, with skirts up and red bare bottoms on show, in 6/7.
I told Kate to go to the corner, and she made her way, sniffing, and snuffling.
I saw her glance up at her knickers as she passed them. I smiled, because it was a deliberate ploy on my part, adding to their shame as they saw them.
As with the other naughty girls, I made her stand there until I told her to leave, no matter who came to see me, or for how long. Instead of hands on head, I decided on nose to the picture.
Two First Years came to pick up an award. So too did my secretary, Brigitte, twice. And a photographer from the Evening Star to take some photos of the hockey team.
Samantha, with her knickers on the hook, and sore red bottom on show, moved to where she was told. “Put you hands on your head.” I told her.
I could see she was struggling to hold back tears, and dying to rub her poor red, stiningly sore, bare bottom, as I walked around her.
What a perfect picture of a naughty girl in shame she made. I spoke…
“Now then you naughty girl, you can stay there until I tell you to leave. If anyone comes to see me, you stay where you are.”
She sniffed, and then began to cry, the pain and embarrassment finally got the better of her. Five minutes later there was a buzz on the intercom, the Postman was here. A knock on the door soon followed. The Postman, a young man with a pleasant demeanor entered. “Mornin’ Mr Jones….ohhh.”
“Oh it’s alright, Samantha has been a very naughty girl and has had a good spanking on her bare bottom, as you can see.”
“I can indeed.” Came the cheery reply.
At this Samantha broke down again, through shame and total humiliation.
The lad did his job and left, having another very good look as he did so! This was his last view…
“Awwwwwww, sniff….oooooh, sob, sob, sob.”
Such is the plight of a naughty girl at my school.
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The dirty little pain slut loved it, naked before three wonderful women having her bottom spanked with a plimsol, and having to say exactly what she already knew inside….but outloud!
WHACK!
“Yeeeowwwww!!” Screamed the slut.
“Tell us again what you are you dirty bitch!” Shouted Charlotte.
“Oooooh yes! I am a dirty slut, a pain slut, who loves being humiliated and used by you three, naked, and I get wet between my legs when I get spanked hard!” cried the pain slave
Samantha and Kate licked their lips in anticipation, as they watched the spectacle of a good hard spanking.
It was time to move on to the next apparatus. Kate unfastened the spreader.
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In that garden, on that sultry afternoon, rooks took to the air as Samantha’s smacks began to land on her dear Charlotte’s bottom, echoing around their small courtyard, before rising into the trees like gunshots.
“Ohhh Samantha, this is perfect…oww! oooooh!
Samantha smiled as she carried on, reddening her submissive friends cheeks. Then a little robin landed in the bushes and twittered beautifully.
“Oh!” Said Charlotte. “I love Robin Redbreasts.”
“Its come to see its cousin.” Chuckled Samantha.
“What do you mean?”
“Its come to see Charlotte Redcheeks!”
Their love grew by the hour, and with every smack…and with ever joful giggle….
