….after an enjoyable prelude to sleep, they were left alone for the night. I went to my room and settled down for the night, and went to sleep listening to giggles and other noises.
Next morning, as always I was up early…lots to do! Eventually I heard a sound or two and went up to see them, with a cup of tea each and a biscuit, to see what they wanted for breakfast. I put the tea tray on an old table by the door and knocked..”Are you up?”
“Yes! Come in!”
I opened the door slightly, picked up the tray and walked in…”Bloody hell! That’s what I call a welcome to a new day! Slept well?”
We sat and talked…do you really expect me to remember what about?
I started telling them about their roles in the shoot I had planned, which seemed to excite them.
They asked for a full English breakfast each, something told me they would be ravenous when I got back…
For many years Charlotte has fantasised about having her own submissive pet, a slave girl, to use and spank as she wished. She had read every one of the Gor books written by John Norman, and dreamed of using a red silk, a pleasure girl, in a Paga Tavern.
A few weeks go whilst browsing her favourite sites that she used for looking at during masturbation she saw an advert, for a Gorean style Slave auction, to be held, unbelievably in a town only twenty miles away. The venue being an old office block.
Submissive girls willing and needing to serve had paraded on the slave blocks, showing themselves off provocatively to attract a buyer. One called Samantha had caught her eye. Slim of waist, good hips, proud breasts, pert spankable bottom, long legs with vital ankles, and a pretty face.
The bidding had been ferocious, and she had spent much more than she wanted to, or could comfortably afford. But she had out bid her rivals. The girl was hers.
Dressed in her scanty Mistress outfit, she was shown to a set of dimly lit stairs. “She is in the slave pen down here, you have spent well.” Said the brute of a man who had taken her money…it was cash only. “Good luck, hope to see you again one day. She’s yours now, goodbye.”
As simple as that, she was now a Mistress, and had her very own slave girl. She took a deep breath, walked down the scary, cold and damp stairs to the pen. She pulled the wooden peg out of the rusty hasp, and opened the squeaking door to claim her.
Stood proud and tall, naked, apart from pink high heels she was nervously waiting for Mistress. Her eyes widened in delight when she saw her and she smiled nervously, ‘Hello Mistress.’
Charlotte put a bright shiny Gorean collar around her slave girl’s neck. It was attached to a rope which she held in her hand. In her other hand was a walking cane, she looked magnificent.
“From now on girl, you are called Spanky.”
Spanky beamed with pride, she loved her new slave name.
She tugged on the rope, and said simply, “Follow me Spanky.”
I have always liked the old black and white or sepia photos of a sexy girl smoking, even the curly little smoke trails seem to tickle a fancy of mine!
As you know by now, 90% of my blog and site is spanking, and one of the earliest vintage forays was through the work of the Ostra Studio.
I have grown rather fond of Olga, one of their top models and her near perfect bottom for spanking. What I like about this section…..(on my site it will be a sub section …part 2 of “odds ‘n sods and quirky” which in itself is a sub section of another vintage section, called Vintage Stock Pile!…did you follow that? …lol…probably not!) ….is that a great many of the photos are from the OSTRA STUDIO.
To finish off, we have to have some spanking don’t we?! Imagine you are a 1920’s film star, a silver screen idol, living in a country mansion. Go on! Indulge yourself, let your mind go wild with exotic fantasy….get dressed to kill!
Very elegant you look too! ….My word, you scrub up well!
After a hard day at the studio you come back to find your maid, a little tipsy, and smoking your expensive golden tipped Turkish cigarettes!
“Get up you naughty girl! Bend over the back of that chair!” You say as you snatch the feather duster from her.
With straight legs she bends, and presents her bottom well. You pull her frilly knickers down to her knees, turn the feather duster around, and using its cane handle you stripe her bottom well!
Ever wondered how Kate became Samantha’s maid? Well, it all started here, at the school I write of often. Saint Helena High School for Wayward Girls. Miss Kenworthy is Head of Discipline.
There are many sets and little stories about the school. One glorious day, they will all be joined together, with the choicest of the photos, in a full length illustrated novel. Which is started, I am pleased to say.
However…let me tell you about them. Kate was Head Girl, and very much in favour. But as with all the girls, in the school, mistakes were punished.
Like the day of her first spanking, she had cheated in an exam. Not terribly, she just wrote down the formulae for quadratic equations on her wrist. She just could not remember it. But all the same, it is cheating, and that means two dozen on the bare with the plimsol, at this school.
The thing is, right from the first whack, she said exactly the right words…exactly….perfectly, softly, submissively. She took it perfectly too.
“Yes Miss Kenworthy, I am sorry for being so naughty, I do need a good spanking. I think it will do me good.”
She bent over with no fuss at all. Her short gym slip rode up to reveal perfect white school knickers…
She let out a delightful gasp when they were lowered, she pushed her bottom up for every whack, eagerly, making such gorgeous squeals as the plimsol landed.
Without being asked, she counted out loud, every one, and 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, she screamed it louder and louder, pushing her bottom up to meet every single blow.
No matter how hard she hit that bottom, it pushed back, up, and out. In other words, she loved it.
Right up until the final whack, which was as good as Miss Kenworthy could give, Kate loved it, and needed it.
Eggs and toast! To be precise, boiled egg and soldiers.
Mistress Samantha, you will not be surprised to know, is very fussy about her breakfasts. Eggs should be just runny enough to dip a soldier in, and the toast, brown, not from a sliced loaf, but hand cut to half an inch thick and golden brown with Irish butter. It must be hot.
Kate failed today, the toast was a little overdone and the egg too runny. She has had a spankng and a few strokes of the cane, for the toast. She has been made to wait for her next punishment. Her pussy is dripping more than a lightly boiled egg as she waits.
She can hear Mistress coming upstairs, she is so moist and excited.
Mistress walks in with a leather soled vintage shoe, it is shiny on not very supple. “Push your bottom out for another spanking you naughty girl.”
The sound of stiff old leather whacking soft buttock flesh fills the room, accompanied by a crescendo of screams. But it is not over, another six strokes on the top of her already caned bottom follows…
Rest assured her training will continue in ernest.
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…Samantha stopped spanking him by hand, and he breathed a sigh of relief for the respite. Bending over she spoke to him. “Well your bottom is looking rather hot Mr.Reece, oh look, the naughty boy is really trembling! Are you scared Mr.Reece, do you want the nasty burning in your bottom to stop? Awwww, poor ickle Mister Weece.”
He was trembling, he knew without doubt that this was only the beginning, and his bottom hurt so very much already.
“I think it’s time that jolly old Mister Plimsol here, with his really heavy rubber size thirteen thick sole, ought to kiss that poor little bottom better.” She whispered into his ear.
“No, not the heavy plimsol…please…no….not the plimsol!”
“What are you Mr Reece?” THWAAAACK!
“Ooooooh a naughty boy, a naughty boy!”
THWACK THWACK THWAAAACK! “A what? I didn’t hear you?”
“Owwwwwwwoooowwww owwww oooooh a naughty boy, a very naughty boy!”
The sound of rubber on soft buttock….’WHHHHUUUUUPPPPP!?’ Filled the room repeatedly, as Mr Reece hopped and jumped about screaming “I’m a naughty boy Miss….ooooh I’m a naughty boy!”
With a fast flurry of full blooded swings Samantha gave hell to the Crimson cheeks of the ‘galloping on the spot’ Mr.Reece
Whack….owwwww, thwop…..ooooh….he screamed like a girl.
To be continued, what next for the poor old teacher? Just a minute, what are they on the desk, is it a strap, and is that a tawse, and look….a cane! Oh dear Mr Reece, what a torrid time you have to come!
The other day we were at the Victorian house I shoot in, and I caught her with a glass of my favourite port and her feet up. The feather duster was as clean as a new pin, the mantelpiece, picture rail and tables dusty. I like to make her wait for a spanking, and she likes to wait. The anticipation makes her moist for days it seems!
I told her to report to her punishment room in two days.
Two days later…
In she came, full of giggles and cheekiness, and as always I chastised her. The change from a modern girl to a meek submissive Victorian maid was once more amazing. In the space of five minutes, it was like we had travelled back in time again. Me dressed in my finery, and her as my maid.
I had already positioned the piano stool, she was not going to sit and play a merry tune by the piano today, she was going to kneel and sing one, with squeals and screams as I birched her. She got up and bared her bottom for me…rather beautifully, sensually and slow…
I slowly walked around the magnificent target, before giving her twenty four strokes….
I have no idea where the inspiration for this came from. I remember in some old western film and a horror film where people have run the gauntlet, being chopped with tomahawks or beaten with clubs….lol…nice!
Nothing so brutal here! Just crawling along a row of knees, naked, having their bottom spanked and nobody stops until the naked spankee reaches the safety of the floor at the other end!
As I was organising one of my public spanking events ‘Pop!’ …it suddenly popped in, then out of my mind, down to my fingers, and was soon typed in a message to Lucy. Within ten seconds she said yes!
You know what Lucy is like, she agrees to most things spanking, so long as she does not show her face. She was in good company actually, the three male visitors to my studio for the day did not want to show their faces either!
On the day, she had been spanked otk twice, tawsed, caned, and had a board ruler across her bottom. She had also ridden Neddy whilst being made to sing ‘I’m a naughty girl’ as Samantha and Kate caned and riding cropped her red bottom.
After all that, and just for the pure enjoyment of spanking, (and her pay of course) she eagerly crawled along ‘The Spanking Gauntlet’ three times!
Have a look…These are not in the exact proper order, they were taken over the three runs, which took place straight after each other, Lucy running around to the start, shouting ‘again, again, I want to go again!’
Smacks rained down on Lucy’s bottom as hard and fast as people could, three times, and she was held a few cheeky times.