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The Visit – Part 5

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Kate then moved on to room two of my studio, to see what delights awaited her moist pussy and her beautiful bottom craving a spanking…

What will she choose I wonder?

Come back in part six to find out….by the way, I made a video of all this. God knows when I will get to edit it!!!

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Thrasher Smiths’ Stare!

You are at school, you are a girl, a naughty one, sat by your best friend, equally as naughty, but not very often the instigator of your combined misdeeds.

It is double maths, you are bored. Miss Smith is a bit of a dragon, and a free spirit as regards corporal punishment. “The only way to control a headstrong girl is to make her understand that she is always just one step away from a red sore bottom!” She had said to you once, before a particularly long over the knee spanking.

She had an impediment, the poor lady had progressively gone deafer and deafer, until she had plucked up courage to go for an hearing test. Yesterday she got her first hearing aids. They were miraculous!

Girls in her class had been taking liberties, trumping noises on the back of the hand being a firm favourite! Especially as she walked around the room or bent over.

You and your friend of course, have no idea that today, her hearing is almost superhuman!

She bends to a drawer, and you do a long one, much to the class’s amusement. She is not stupid, now she understands the amused looks she has seen as she has turned to the class over the past two or three months. She reaches up to write….another…more laughter. Little ‘breaking of wind’ sounds are then heard from you and your friend at shorter and shorter intervals.

After sitting back at her desk Miss Smith kept looking up, to track the silly noises. As she suspected the instant she heard the first one, it is you, and your friend.

She bided her time. “Give them enough rope and they will hang themselves.” She thought.

She pretends to look for something, and sooner or later you think…’she will go in a bag or a drawer soon.’ So, you wet your forearm, take a big breath, press your lips to your skin, and together as she moves, you prepare to blow!



Instead of reaching to her drawer, she stands, a formidable giant of ogre proportions staring down at you! Instead of a huge fart apiece coming from your lips, two little pathetic squeaks come forth.

The class giggles and then slowly descends into silence, as she stares. And what a stare! It almost turns you to stone.

“Silly little girls, amused by the sound of bodily functions from the posteriors! I should have known it would be you two who find such infantile nursery humour the height of entertainment at the age of sixteen! If you find bottoms so amusing, then let us entertain the class with some. I have found that inflicting great pain on a young girls buttocks bring forth a variety of much sillier noises, accompanied by much jumping about and dancing.”

You both swallow dryly.

“Stand up! Both of you!” She looks to your friend, “I suspect that this was your partner in crimes idea? It usually is.”

She stands silent, a true friend. You own up….”Yes Miss Smith, it was me…I…I…thought…I…”

“You thought I could not hear! Well…look!” She says, as she shows two shiny new hearing aids.

She picks up a tawse, and speaks to your friend. “I think a crisp dozen on each cheek should provide an excellent show!”

Then she picks up a long flexible cane, and flexes it to an arc. “As for you! I think the same, followed by a dozen with this!”

“Both of you, remove your knickers and place them on the desk.”

Fumbling and trying to balance with some dignity, you do so.

“Remove your ties, lift up your gym slips…HIGH! …and tie them up with the ties around your chests, just under your breasts!”

You do so.

“Out here….NOW!”

You both begin to cry in fear and embarrassment, as naked as the day you were born from the top of your white knee socks to just under your firm pert young breasts. Your bottoms have never felt so exposed or vulnerable.

(Try it…if you are alone, bare your bottom, imagine it is you, walk to me….I know exactly what you are going to do…you are very naughty indeed! Maybe I should punish you!)


You are made to face the class, your friend faces away.

The sound nod of supple leather on soft young firm buttocks echoes around the classroom.


… After the tawsing, she is sent to the corner, then you are made to poke your bright red bottom to the class….

WHACK…WHACK…WHACK, the sound of yellow rattan whistling through the air to land on already red, sore flesh, now fills the room.

She was right, you both have jumped about wriggling in a ridiculous humiliating manner, whilst making the most stupid noises.

My Girls as Cow Girls!

I rather like cow girls, probably from when I saw John Wayne spank one in a film once, as a young lad….lol

I have to confess that in naughty moments alone I often dream of my girls in various outfits, and situations, cow girls being a common theme.

I have more photos hidden away, and will add to this set as time goes by.

Maybe one day, at my little theatre, we can have saloon girls too, smoking, and doing the can can! Must have garters with a little gun tucked in…and fish nets!

First, let’s start with the delectable Samantha…


12 of the best reward

For stealing Maltesers from my studio two at a time!

What do you call those things outside a saloon where you tie a horse? Can you imagine her in a dusty cow boy town, jeans and knickers down, ready for a ‘whuppin’ tied to one?
Now do you see where my mind goes? Saloon girls would be on the balcony above cheering, jeering, giggling and applauding!

“C’mon y’all! Ya crazy fools! What ya waitin for? Come on down to the Red Butt Saloon to see me ‘n my girls a dancin’. If any make a mistake I’ll whupp their sorry bare ass on the stage for ya all ta see!!”

Over the Piano Stool Charlotte!

I think by now that a lot of you will have seen my piano stool, it presents a girls bottom at a lovely height for spanking. They cannot bring their hand back to protect their bare bottom, because they would fall over. It is perfect for the plimsol to be delivered hard and fast. Like Charlotte, here once again.

After I sent her home with a letter and a red bottom, her parents have whole heartedly agreed with my methods and encourage me to spank her bare bottom when needed, with any implement I choose, where I choose.

They cannot explain her transformation. I can, she likes it. But I am keeping that to myself.

The class have been for a trip to the local art gallery, and Charlotte has been exposing herself before some paintings taking selfies. She never thought about the cctv footage, which I now have before me. I have given her a severe reprimand, and ordered her to write a letter of apology, which she can deliver after school.

I have now taken her to her classroom, it is lunch. “Charlotte, bare your bottom and kneel on the piano stool I have placed there for you.”

“yes Sir.”

“Now place your hands on the floor or grip the stool at its base.”

‘yes Sir.’

After lunch the class comes in, there are fits of giggles and excited chatter. I do nothing to stop it except to tell them to sit.

I tell them about her photos on the trip, and tell them she is getting a bottom blistering 24 on each cheek, with my size 13 plimsol. And after school I am driving her, with no knickers on, to the museum, to deliver a letter of apology, where I am giving her another dozen before the assembled staff. Charlotte goes wide eyed at this, the class guffaw.

I quickly dispense the punishment and send her hopping and jumping about at the front of the classroom, where she stays until home time and her return journey to the museum.

Saint Helena’s Adult Schoolgirls – Part One

You are probably aware of my school. ‘Saint Helena High School for Wayward Girls.’ You can read lots about it in various places on my blog. A good place to start would be by following this link. One day, all these parts and sub sections will be linked together…one day!

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So, imagine the scene, any woman who has been to court in my fictional town, can avoid a criminal record by agreeing to go to the school for correction. Only to be released back into society when deemed fit to be trusted. This means agreeing to dress as a school girl, regardless of age, and agreeing to the use of corporal punishment. This young woman, in her mid twenties, having been caught shoplifting, (not cheap stuff, serious shoplifting of watches and jewelry etc) and being in possession of low grade drugs, has agreed to an open ended sentence.

‘Huh, I’ve lost my job anyway, so I suppose it is better than prison.’

She arrives in the evening, I meet and greet her, then take her to meet Head of Discipline, Miss Kenworthy.

Miss Kenworthy explains in great detail the power she has, and discusses her dossier of crime and what she intends to do to correct her. From a confident woman of arrogance, the woman is reduced to a trembling wreck in minutes. It has also been explained that it is too late to change her mind, she is stuck here for as long as it takes, as painful as that might be.

Miss Kenworthy fetches her uniform.

The transformation from a modern woman of attitude, to a submissive schoolgirl who must expect corporal punishment whenever Miss Kenworthy decrees, begins with her trembling fingers removing her clothes. She must strip naked, before her Mistress, and change.

With an air of authority, and exuding power, the formidable Miss Kenworthy stands to watch…

Friends Bring a Book – Part Three

You ought to read parts one and two really, here is a link to part two, which has a link to part one,

After their masturbation, the girls decided it was time for spanking each other. Kate eagerly agreed to be first. Charlotte wanted to spank, which satisfied Samantha, as her legs were still wobbly from her orgasm.

They stood up together. “I love baring my bottom for a spanking, especially after being told to! Let’s pretend we have just been told to by a Headmaster or Headmistress!” Suggested Kate.

The others agreed eagerly…”ooooh yes, let’s!”….”and slowly!”

So slowly, their deliciously soft yet firm, spankable bottoms were bared.

They put their little aprons on.

Looking through the pages of the book, each girl was going to pick a position to be spanked in, Samantha flicked through the pages for the first pair to pick.

The decision was made.

What a lovely moment in my life this was, it was as if I had disappeared and was moving around the room like a spirit. The warm sun came through the window, casting lovely shadows and a great light for photography, as my three girls spanked. The noise…ohhhh the noise! The smacks, the giggles, the comments, and little squeals. The sight of bottoms having little shock waves running through them, wriggling, gasping, squirming…

This was beautiful spanking, everything I have ever wanted, was there, before me…right before my eyes. This was what I have patiently worked for…

To know these three so well, to witness what I see, to invent and then direct a scene with three beautiful curvy women who know and love spanking as much as me.

I am not sure what has brought us together. Me, all those years ago deciding to become a spanking photographer, knowing nothing about it! Slowly finding my way. These three, all starting their modelling careers in different directions. Yet somehow, we end up living within three miles of each other.

Friends, with a love of tea, cake, long chats, and spanking.

Fate I suppose…

Happy Customers become Friends – Part One

I have told you about my clients, the girls who come to see me for a spanking. Whom I now class as my dear spanking friends. You never see them, obviously and quite correctly, I am sworn to secrecy, it is the only way with these, unless they ask, then I put a photo of their bottom up. They find that naughty and exciting.

I have told you of ‘my girls’ …models whom I have worked with so often, that they are now my very dear friends. You often see these, Samantha, Charlotte, Kate, Lucy, and occasional extras, also becoming familiar to you, like Cherry, Karen, Amber and others.

I have mentioned my events now and then. These take two forms, an attended event where people watch, and another type, where I put on a special happening for a follower, who also becomes a friend. Perhaps the most well known of these is Lucy, she saw a picture on my Twitter, of a public spanking. She commented how she wished it could happen, I said it can, it did! And now we are the best of friends, spanking friends. She works for me often.

Consider this…Men and women! MARS AND VENUS!!! As the book says.

I thought that getting a group of men to come to my studio to watch my girls get bare bottom spankings and join in…yes spank the girls! Would be easy. Was it? No! Most dropped out one by one, and when the day came, only three came and I lost money.

So..I tried girls. Never let me down! Not once!

So here we are…meet Emma.

She followed me on Twitter, slowly became a friend, and then one day I asked her if she would like to come to my studio. No pressure to be spanked, just come, to see, a little tour, and meet the girls.

She asked, “could I spank them?”

“Of course!” I replied.

She came along, we had a lovely chat. I invited Kate and Charlotte. Emma and I dressed up for role play, a Victorian Master and Mistress. With two naughty maids, Charlotte and Kate. We sat knee to knee, and spanked them both in turn over our laps. What fun!

Then she spanked them alone and asked for photo souvenirs. Here they are. She does not want to show her face, hence the mask.

As you can see, they got along very well!

Talk about the cat who got the cream! What a happy photo.

They spanked her too, a real good spanking with a strap, you can see that’s next time.

Bye for now!

The Spanking Pet – Part Four

This will take you to part three, then each one has a link to the previous set,

Having all taken turns in spanking their pet, naked, in the diaper position, they decided to take her on a little walk. Mistress Samantha went for a Gorean Collar and a red silk leash.

Together with Mistress Kate and Mistress Charlotte, they put the collar on their pet, Lucy.

Mistress Charlotte took the leash and told Lucy to get on all fours, and follow her.

Watching the delightful sight of Mistress Charlotte leading their pet Lucy, her blushing bottom swaying and pussy glistening, Mistress Kate and Mistress Samantha looked at each other.

“We have made a good choice.” Said Samantha. “Yes indeed, I am so pleased we have our very own plump bottom to play with.” Replied Kate smiling happily.

Lucy’s voyage of discovery had begun, let’s see where it takes her, come back soon!

An Unusual Relationship – Part 3

You ought to read part one and two really, to understand the real relationships of these women. Click here to go to part two, which gas a link to part one

It was time for the removal of her daughters’ knickers…

Charlotte’s facial expressions are priceless, look at her trying to get a peek at her own bottom being spanked, and the look of horror as Mummy pronounces…’time for your knickers to come down young lady!’

One of my favourite programmes in recent years was a horror one called Grimm, it had six series, and I have watched them three times! There is an actress, or do we call them all actors now? Her name is Claire Coffee, she played Adalind, her facial expressions fascinated me! She is just the same in ‘Bone Collector’ what she is in now. Look her up, she is so similar to Charlotte!

The Visit – Part Four

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Her eyes caught hold of a ‘hobby horse’. “I think I can guess!” She laughed.

As her knickers were already down, she decided to ride it.

She slid the pole of the horse into her knickers, it slid easily by her wet pussy lips.

“Whoa!” She said with a smile. “I am spoilt for choice Mr.Jones! What have you got to offer next?”

“All sorts of ways to spank you, and not just here, you have an interesting journey.” I smiled warmly.

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