Leon Pierre, was a artist who created F/F/f spanking illustrations in the 1930s. His real name was Pierre Noël
He illustrated spanking novels such as: Confessions et Récits by René-Michel Desergy (1930) illustrations attributed to Leon Pierre: Diana gantée by René-Michel Desergy (1932) Mrs. Goodwhip et son esclave by Bob Slavy (1932) Le Harem Océanien by Bob Slavy (1935)
Charlotte relaxed, like all of us after an orgasm, a wave of relaxation washed over her body, inside and out. But it all depends on the situation does it not…you can either relax and give in, or, if the situation demands another orgasm, you are not able to resist. Almost immediately Charlotte’s pussy lips were moist, her arousal grew again as she led him just a few yards away. Her moist lips made her feel like she glided across the floor, her slippery lips making her walk effortless.
Her whole movement was different, she almost thrust her pussy against some magnificent, invisible, intricate pussy excitement device, at every step.
She positioned him, before the window. They could see people, just two levels below them.
She looked at me, flexing the riding crop she had picked up. At every bend of it, she squeezed her thighs together, pulsing sensually and erotically….
…slowly she moved over to his left.
She began to crop him, quite visciously. I was fascinated by her bottom and pussy shape in her jodhpurs. Still thrusting at every stroke, as she whacked his bottom…
The riding crop wrapped right around his bottom making him squeal like a girl, which only sufficed to urge her on!
What a wonderful sight Charlotte makes, but for my tastes, she looks better over my knee.
I still believe she had a clitoral stimulator between her legs, but never aske!
If there’s somethin’ naughty in your neighborhood Who ya gonna call? (Bratbusters !) If it’s somethin’ rude an’ she don’t look good Who ya gonna call? (Bratbusters!) I ain’t afraid o’ no spankin! I ain’t afraid o’ no spankin! If you’re seein’ brats runnin’ through your head Who can you call? (Bratbusters!)
….I am sure you recognise the lyrics and know the tune!
BRATS BEWARE ….you should be afraid of a spanking! And if your Master or Mistress is struggling to keep you in check, watch out, because, if you are out of control, they can now bring you to see me or Miss Kenworthy.
You will be told to write down your crimes, and then punished. Your face will be protected from the camera, but your spanking will be photographed in great detail, and put on my blog.
When she first came, she had been reported by many on Twitter for being a total, unruly, rude brat.
We offer a full service here at Saint Helena High School for Wayward Girls. In the classroom or Headmaster’s Office. With a variety of implements of just hand. Come along, just you and your brat, and see her punished.
In LEVEL ONE PUNISHMENT we offer this….
A GOOD LONG HAND SPANKING, ON THE BARE!
And you will be left in corner time whilst we drink tea and eat cake with your Master, Mistress, or both.
No time wasters please, this is a service offered to people in a consensual Domme/Dom/sub relationship. Who need a serious threat to offer a naughty bottom!
Kate’s erotic naked tour of my Gothic Ruin continues. Kate ventures down a very dark passage…
“Oh Mr Jones, what do you do down here?” Asked a curious Kate.
“I keep my slave girls down there, to use at my will.”
She stared back at me…”You are joking, right?”
“Maybe, perhaps you had better go and see, I might have forgot one.”
“oooooh there’s a chair!” Said a steadily braver Kate.
“Watch the trapdoor.”
“There is a pit, I think it’s closed though.”
She walked carefully by the pit, which was open, to the chair. It was gloomy, dark, and sexually scary.
“How does it feel down there?”
“This is the first time in your company I have not trusted you 100% to be honest.”
I laughed and opened the door to let light in. “Oh, really?…then let me reassure you, come on Kate, let’s get you back in the sunlight.”
She smiled. In any relationship, one has to keep an air of mystery. She is of course perfectly safe with me, and I feel honoured to be trusted by my girls.
Soon we were outside, I could see was just a little sad. “Don’t worry about not trusting me totally back there. I know it was scary, I just wanted the right expression on your face, my apologies, come on sexy! Let’s get into the sun.”
She looked fabulous in the sun, our outdoor wanderings resumed, we held hands, all was well, she was reassured and comforted. She just felt a little guilty about her doubt. But of course she was scared, I felt guilty for taking her there. We cuddled….all was well.
To be honest, I felt a bit guilty, look at her, bless her. Photographers eh? What are we like!? The mood lifted like steamy rain in hot sunshine. Soon she was back to her sexy naked self…
We went up a small set of steps, to a few trees on the border of the old courtyard. A road is just over the wall, the odd car passed by. But silence, warmth, friendship and security settled, like the butterfly we saw land on a foxglove.
Kate giggled, “I need a wee!”
We trotted to a set of steps…”There you are, will this be okay?”
“Carry on, I will stand over here and look away.” I said as I heard the tinkle of wee splashing on stone. Trust was back!….::chuckle::
She shouted over to me, as she ‘shook her lettuce’…”You could have taken photos of me having a pee, I don’t mind.”
I smiled warmly. ” Oh you look nice like that, can I take a couple now?”
“Of course! But I am empty!” She laughed.
Normality was back. I took these…
As I took this photo Kate giggled and said. “Mr Jones?”
“Your feet are wet, you are stood in my wee.”
“Oh marvellous! Come on!”
She giggled, and then spoke again. “Mr Jones, will you take me back in that passage, tie me up and…”
You will recall Carole from my earlier posts. I found this set, I think I used a couple in the story she modelled for. But the thing is, she was so excited after spanking the naughty girls that she asked if I would leave her somewhere quiet, to relax. She winked. So I knew what she obviously meant. I asked if it would be more exciting if I watched, with the girls, so with Samantha and Kate watching, up close, she masturbated. The girls really made it special by talking very naughtily of the spankings and canings so they had received from her.
I asked if I could take photos, which excited her even more, and she said yes.
Today found Samantha in my office, such a delightful girl, but so naughty, she skipped three lessons last week, so she was on report for that. A bare bottom spanking by a wooden ruler is enough for this.
I popped her on my old leather sofa, which I tend to save for multiple/simultaneous spankings when a group of girls have been naughty. Can you see how all the bellies of individual girls going over the arm has worn the leather?
Anyway, here she is…
She was back again the next day believe it is not. My Secretery had missed a lesson off the report! Maybe I should spank her. I gave her a crisp dozen with the ruler, six for skipping the lesson and six for not telling me we had missed one. I knelt her down for these…
Well that is today’s punishments done with, time to work on my budget allocations, good afternoon, see you soon with more photographs.
I am sorry to say that their behaviour did not improve, I got a phone call from the Park Warden, it seems three girls in our school uniform had been causing mayhem on the boating lake, on a Friday afternoon, soon after lunch!
Having been escorted to the Queens Park Offices the warden under the view of his secretary, had searched their school bags for any sign of their names. Which were easily found on pencil cases and excercise books. But disturbingly a quarter full bottle of gin had been found, and the girls were somewhat giddy.
I collected the girls in my car and ferried them back to school. It was a quiet journey, every time I looked in my rear view mirror, all I could see were three worried faces, biting lips. It would be another rear view I would be having very soon.
I gave them the severest of reprimands and told them that each were getting nine of the best…the very best, on their bare bottoms whilst being held firmly over the vaulting horse in my office. They sobered up immediately.
I started with Charlotte. I ordered all three to bare their bottoms in readiness. Kate and Stephanie sat down on chairs at each side to hold legs and arms. I stood swishing my cane in anticipation as the sorties girl climbed up.
Probably nervousness, I don’t know, but the three of them actually smiled at each of on occasions. I was going to wipe those smiles away with rattan!
She settled into position and the other two reprobates secured their grips.
She was ready…And so I began!
I whacked her bare bottom hard and true, until she was struggling and squealing…how dare they smile in my office?! I have my reputation as ‘Thrasher Jones’ to uphold. As long as girls are writing nasty things about ‘Old Thrasher’ on the toilet cubicle walls, I know I am on top. Standards have to be maintained…even my own!
Ahhh yes! That’s more like it. I think they could hear her in the quadrangle and corridors, probably most of the classrooms too.
Listen to that my girls, and know what happens to the naughtiest of girls.