The three Mistresses, took turns to redden the bottom of their new pet, Lucy. They made her take up the diaper position.
They wanted to humiliate their girl, and with her nearly naked, they hoisted her up to put her hairy pussy on show. “Oh look at all her hairs!” Said Charlotte. “Look at her pussy everyone! Maybe we ought to make her display her pussy at the window!” Added Kate.
“But first, let me spank her bare bottom! Present her girls!” Said Samantha.
And so she did…hard!
Samantha sat back and admired their pet’s red bottom. “Right! Who is next?” ….you will find out in part 3
Deborah is Charlotte’s real Mummy. They both love spanking, Deborah to give, Charlotte to receive. They both have agreed to keep a Strict Mummy and naughty daughter relationship. Out of this they both live the normal lives we all lead, but it is a deep rooted need in them both, if Charlotte is naughty she gets spanked. On the spot, for serious offences, but as a rule, Mummy runs a merit / de-merit system. These acts, no matter where or when, are reported to Mummy by everyone who knows Charlotte, me included.
Each good act deserving praise gets a +ve mark, any misdemeanour gets the opposite, a -ve mark. Each Friday at 8 o’clock, Charlotte goes to her Mummy’s house, just up the road, to find her fate. Waiting by the door, without fail, is a folded piece of paper, with the result of her actions.
Sometimes it is just a spanking, at other times an implement. Sometimes on jeans, sometimes a raised skirt, sometimes with knickers, sometimes without.
I am privilidged to be allowed to watch, up in their private punishment room, and record it for you…
She’s lovely is Deborah. This is no act remember, this is the real deal. This is a strict mummy, waiting for her naughty daughter.
In she comes, to pass over the piece of paper and receive her sentence.
Bad news, she has been a cheeky naughty girl all week and it’s time to pay!
It starts on her jeans, I rather like to see a girl get spanked on her jeans, tight across their bottom.
Look at the enjoyment on Charlotte’s face! And Mummy’s! Yes it is a punishment and will get more serious. But for now, they are both exactly where they want to be, doing exactly what they want to do. All the tensions of life, of the week, are getting a glorious release.
One of every girls favourite is ‘Neddy’, my little rocking horse with a saddle. It has appeared in many shoots and is quite a favourite with my followers on Twitter and Tumblr. I tend to use it on the more seasoned spankees, because I make it a rule that I use a riding crop on their bare bottom, if they sit on it.
I have many techniques, but more often than not I get them to rock it as if galloping on a small horse. I use the crop to make them go faster and jump over imaginary fences, hedges, streams, gates etc… “Come on! ….WHACK! You can go faster than that, gallop you naughty girl, gallop! WHACK! …there is a fence coming up, come on, jump high…CRACK! Owwwwwww!”
One of my clients, I never give names, always comes in her bright red suit, which she has to wear for her job. She looks wonderful galloping away, skirt up high knickers down! She asked that I never wipe the saddle, so I don’t. Some girls don’t want to go on because of that, but some want to go on just for that! Some like to put a wipe down on it, to sit on. I remember Samantha saying as she stood frowning, looking at the stains…”A lot of your girls have been very excited on this saddle Asa!”
It’s true! A lot have had an orgasm and their juices have run freely. Here is Kate, showing you a typical scene…
“Ohhhhh Neddy! Hello, I have seen you a lot. So, let me get this right, if I sit on there, I have to bare my bum whilst you whack it with a riding crop, yes?”
She sits on. “Tally-Ho! then Mr.Jones, make me gallop!”
‘That’s it Kate, now start rocking, and when you have a good rhythm, bend right over and push your bottom right over the edge of the saddle for me.’
‘That’s it, keep it going…now faster, come on Kate, faster, make it rock high!’
This is my view as I put one hand on their back and whack their bare bottom!
This is Kate in the position I spoke of, her bottom right over the edge. Kate had a fabulous orgasm and said..”Bloody hell Mr.Jones! That saddle makes contact in just the right places.”
Chapter 5: Charlotte’s Third Visit to Miss Kenworthy – The Chastisement
“Here again young lady?” said Miss Kenworthy with a frown on her face.
‘I – I…. I was…. err ..I mean I…’
“Quiet! It’s better to say nothing than stand there uttering nonsense!”
Charlotte, I am going to use something other than my hand on your bare bottom, and….you can bend over the stool to give me a higher, longer, harder swing!”
“Now get yourself over here and bare that bottom for me you to attend to, you naughty girl…”
Now, before we proceed, think about it. When I was at school this happened for real, in the privacy of the Headmaster’s office or in a punishment room. Knickers were removed, and bottoms were bared. This was done with the total authority and backing of the education board and parents. If a teacher or Headmaster/Mistress told you to bare, you had no choice in the matter. If you tried to resist, you would be held down by a member of the P.E. staff, or maybe the school matron or a prefect, and the punishment would be increased. Quite likely tempers would rise and anger would deliver a less controlled punishment.
I remember that our vaulting horse had leather straps with buckles, to fasten your legs wide. I never saw it used. But one day I remember it threatened in assembly…
”When I find the culprit who did this, I shall have them secured to the vaulting horse and I’ll flog them …on the bare buttocks, WITHOUT MERCY BEFORE THE WHOLE SCHOOL!”
That sent a shiver down everybody’s spine!
So Charlotte had no choice but to do as she had been told and bared her bottom. The Head of Discipline, Miss Kenworthy, was only in her late twenties. Charlotte was only ten years younger, but nevertheless she was a woman in all senses of the word.
Miss Kenworthy stood and watched her squirm and tremble to reveal her private parts. She smiled at her torment, knowing that after this ritual a whacking of her lovely bare bottom would happen.
Let’s enjoy it…
“Why have you stopped? Take your knickers right off and pass them to me.”
What a moment of absolute submission, authority, and domination this is.
The humiliation of having to remove her knickers completely and pass them to the attractive Head of Discipline was over. She now stood with her pussy and bare bottom on show. It was time to bend over the high spanking stool, to receive a spanking on the bare. Not by the hand, but with a wooden ruler.
Miss Kenworthy reached for the beech ruler. Twelve inch long, one and a quarter inch wide, a quarter of an inch thick, and not flexible. This can deliver a shap sting at the best of times, but in the hands of this lady, it was a wicked painful instrument of discipline.
She stood for a minute, examining the bottom and the girl she was to punish. This was her dream job. She had loved everything about spanking a naughty bottom since she was a young girl. And now, she was paid to do so, in a school full of naughty young girls, Saint Helena’s High School for Wayward Girls.
She rested the cold beech wood on Charlotte’s beautiful plump buttocks, and smiled as Charlotte took a sharp intake of breath.
And then, the silence was broken with the glorious sound of a fast hard spanking. The sound of flat wood on soft skin echoed around the room, quickly followed by squeals and screams…
On and on….
Swiftly, firmly and clinically the spanking was delivered.
The chastisement was over, and Miss Kenworthy ordered Charlotte to the high spanking stool.
She told her to bare her bottom. Now, before we proceed, think about it. When I was at school this happened for real. in the privacy of the Headmaster’s offices, or like my school, a punishment room, bottoms were bared. Knickers were removed.
Total authority, the backing of the education board and parents. If a teacher or Headmaster/Mistress told you to bare, you had no choice in the matter. If you tried to resist, you would be held by P.E. Staff, maybe the school matron, or prefects and the punishment increased, quite likely tempers would rise and anger would deliver a less controlled punishment.
I remember that our vaulting horse had leathers straps with buckles, to fasten your legs wide. I never saw it used. But one day I remember it threatened in assembly…” When I find the culprit who did this, I shall flog them …on the bare buttocks, WITHOUT MERCY BEFORE THE WHOLE SCHOOL!”
That sent a shiver down everybody’s spine!
So Charlotte has no choice, the Head of Discipline, Miss Kenworthy only in her late twenties, Charlotte would be only ten years younger, but a woman in all senses of the word.
Miss Kenworthy stands and watches her squirm and tremble to reveal her private parts, she would smile at her torment. Enjoying knowing that after this ritual a whacking of her lovely bare bottom would happen.
Let’s enjoy it…
“Why have you stopped, take your knickers right off and pass them to me.”
What a moment of absolute submission, authority, and Domination this is.
My favourite spanking is not overly hard, but enough to generate a red bottom, with lots of squeals and kicking legs. But what makes this a perfect one in my eyes, is the fact that it is a good girl, who has done something wrong, for the first time, after many years good behaviour, and earns herself her first real spanking, on the bare, before the class, and is left with her red bare bottom on show before them.
In one of my favourite shoots with Charlotte, we role played this. Me the strict teacher, her the girl described, in her pristine uniform and straw hat. She plays this role so well…her sulky look, her head in shame, her noises, and ability to take a good spanking.
Come and share my good fortune, in my school…
You can decide what she has done, you are sat in class, you can hardly believe that the posh girl, the ‘never do wrong’ is going to be punished.
“I am both surprised and disappointed in you Charlotte. Stand up and make your way to the front.” I open my implement cupboard and take out my trusty size thirteen, heavyweight rubber soled plimsol.
NOTE … What I write is exactly what happened.
She stands, tears in her eyes, ashamed and humiliated. She knows it would be worse if she answered back, or pleaded. Slowly she walks, in shock and shame to the front. Her nervous quaking voice says ‘yes Sir.’
“That will do Young lady!” I say sternly, patting the plimsol against my hand.
“Remove your knickers, you are getting twelve of the best with the plimsol on the bare. Today you will learn a valuable lesson. Which is, ‘not to stray from the straight and narrow path of righteousness.’ Now say that out loud!”
‘I will not stray….sniff….from the straight and narrow path of righteousness again Mr. Jones … sniff…Sir.”
“You will write that out 100 times in your best hand writing and bring it to me in the morning.”
“Knickers off girl!”
She is dazed, and nervous, she fumbles, almost overbalancing. The class giggles at her plight, and I do nothing to stop them. Ridicule and humiliation help.
“BEND OVER, TOUCH YOUR TOES OR GRASP YOUR ANKLES, CHARLOTTE!”
‘yes….sniff, sniff….yes Sir.’
I slowly walk around her, slapping the plimsol into my hand threateningly.
I walk back, and take my position beside her. Her bottom is presented well, she is breathing quickly. I then deliver twelve good firm whacks of the highest order from cheek to cheek.