…if it does not go straight to her page, it doesn’t always, then type her name in the search box and you will be there in seconds, I recommend it highly.
She seems a lovely young lady. Of course I have had to tell her about my work and what I do. Me being me, I went a little too far one day when I said…”do you mind calling me Mr.Jones like my girls do.
Her reply was short, and a little sharp…
“I am not one of your girls!”
In the blink of an eye, in my minds eye, I was back in a 1930’s black and white movie, something like a Daphne du Mauriert film.
In my mind Lauren Bacall, or some similar beautiful vintage actress looked at me…inside a beautiful English mansion and said those words…
Inspiration had struck again…a story was born…
She forgave me, in real life of course, and carries on calling me Asa. Sometimes I have to remind myself…::sigh:: not all women like spanking.
But it is her art I like, I do not know her in life, she is here to serve a purpose, to do work for me.
Georgia is a model I know with a taste for a spanking and a beautiful face. Yes and a beautiful bottom too. She shot straight into my mind for this story. Because of her expressive face.
“Well, that may well be what you like, but I am NOT one of your girls?”
A conversation later and she eagerly agreed…
And thus, I began writing a story. The beauty of story writing is that anything can happen. The artist can like the idea of spanking, or being spanked…::smile::
The Story…
Photos of Georgia’s lovely expressions will crop up at opportune moments in black and white…
I have told you of where I live, in Derbyshire, England. A beautiful place to spend your life. To the north of the county is where I live, quite near what some people would call the desolate windswept moors. But not me, I think they are a beautiful atmospheric place of stunning beauty, somehow, you seem very close to the sky.
There, near a town called Hathersage is a winding lane, leading up from a fine old public house. It leads to Stanage Edge, which was used in the film Pride and Prejudice, where you saw Keira Knightly stood welcoming a sunrise there. In fact, the local radio produced a list of the top ten things to do in Derbyshire before you die. One was, watch a sunrise on Stanage Edge. It is wonderful, I have seen it myself.
If ever you go, try to stand near the cave known as Robin Hood’s Cave, it’s amazing. A secret little passage leads you to a little opening on the cliff face. You can stand on a ledge, with a small stone wall for protection, and peer out. Can you see it below Keira?
Here is the inside, looking out. If you do, look down into the valley, on the right you will see a group of hamlets, (I have spoken of them before, in other stories). In a clump of trees you will see a very old house. ‘Inveigle House’.
Having found the painting mentioned above I wrote to the artist. Telling her exactly what I do, and asking if she would come to paint my girls. She was a little reluctant, but after offering a good salary, free board and lodgings, and paying for her return flight. She agreed.
I asked her to paint twenty, and we agreed to two months work, after which I agreed to paying for a hire car, and some stops in some lovely country hotels, in the ‘touristy’ parts of the U.K. so she could see the sights.
She had never been to England, and a morning arrival in Machester saw her walk into our lovely land. I met her at arrivals and after a brief introduction, I escorted her to my car. She seemed pretty much as I imagined, polite, cheerful, grateful for the work, and excited. But the travel from Washington overnight had taken it’s toll. She was tired.
‘…she was tired’
There was a chill in the morning air, and I put the heater in the car quite high. I am not a fast driver, I am a smooth driver, I think I would make rather a good chauffeur. Once initial introductions were done, I could see she was ready for sleep, I invited her to recline and rest. The drive from Manchester to where I live, is easy, most of it on the M62 Motorway. I cruised along, with her sleeping soundly.
Two and a quarter hours later, I pulled into the courtyard of my house. I quietly, and gently tapped her shoulder. “We are here Georgia.”
In a state of shock, she awoke, wondering where in the world she was. I smiled at her confusion, and smiling my warmest smile, I reminded her. “I am Asa, you have come to paint bottoms for me.”
Her eyes focussed, she stifled a yawn. Then with a lovely radiant smile she looked at me warmly. “Of course!”
I told her to get out when ready, I nodded to the door at the back of the house, “We’ll go in this way. I’ll Just get your luggage out of the boot”
She hastily helped by getting her personal bags out of the boot, “Boot?” She asked.
“It’s what we call the trunk!” I grinned. “After you.”
She stopped at the sight of Henry, my pet goose. He can be intimidating when he hisses.
‘…she stopped at the sight of Henry’
“Come this other way, he is trained you see.”
“Trained?”
I smiled to myself as I heard her trudge behind to the next door, in the old part of my house, as we walked through my rather random garden.
“To peck bottoms! Especially pert ones, so be careful.”
“Has he just told me I have a pert bottom?” She queried herself.
‘….has he just told me I have a pert bottom?’
We reached the favourite door of my house, it leads into what I call the bakery, there is a kitchen attached, but I like to keep this oven for baking only.
“Oh wow…this door is amazing!how old is it?”
“Around three hundred years. It has a lovely voice.”
She looked puzzled.
With a long groaning creak, I let the door swing slowly on its hinges. “There!”
“Oh I see!” She giggled.
“Perhaps you had better hurry on in, Henry will come soon, he always does, he likes to guard our doors.”
And soon enough, waddling Henry came running. Without thinking she put her bags down, guarded her bottom and ran in. To find Samantha baking, in her little black apron.
“Oh, are you the American? I’m Samantha, pleased to meet you. I would shake hands but I am in a little bit of a pickle just now.” Said Samantha with her heart warming smile.
“Hi.” Georgia replied softly, trying not to stare at Samantha’s bottom.
Here will be a photo of Georgia’s face.
Another of Georgia’s face…
I shooed Henry away and put the bags in the entry porch. Then followed to find Georgia stood speechless.
“The sight of bare bottoms is something you are going to have to get used to I’m afraid! Go into the kitchen, through the red door, you can have a cup of tea whilst I carry your bags up, Charnie is in there, she’ll see to you, go and introduce yourself.”
Georgia went in, and like a lot of people seeing my kitchen for the first time, stood in amazement at its quirkiness. Charnie was busy at the cooker.
Georgia coughed politely and said “Hi, I’m Georgia.”
“Hello, I’m just making a drink, would you like a cup of tea after your journey?”
“Oh, sorry, coffee please, I drink Coffee.”
“No problem, milky or black with cream or something? A biscuit? Or if you are starving I’ll cook you something.”
“A coffee and a biscuit for me, would be lovely, I need to close my eyes for an hour or so, Asa is just taking my luggage up.”
“Wow! You call Mr.Jones Asa?”
Georgia sat down, and was soon served coffee and chocolate cookies.
I soon came to collect her, and a sleepy Georgia smiled bravely.
“Oh bless you, you look worn out, let’s get you up to your room, you must need forty winks after your ravelling.
Within quarter of an hour, she was fast asleep. Until morning!
After the bath, Samantha let the secret out. “All this talk of spanking, and my disciplinarian, how does it make you feel?”
Kate and Charlotte said the same, that they were excited by it, wanted it for themselves too, and were envious.
They heard the gate click.
“Just as well then. Because by the sound of it he is here!”
“What?” “What!?”
“He’s here, I have left him a note on the desk, Mr Jones will be reading it now. So we had better get ready! We ought to bend over the end of the bed really girls!”
Charlotte and Kate were both excited and scared.
Samantha noticed this and reassured them. “Don’t worry, he knows what her is doing, he’s an expert…..hurry!”
They could hear movement so quickly got into position.
“What’s he doing?” Asked Kate.
“Probably picking his implements and locking the door.” Replied Samantha.
“It’s gone quiet.” Whispered Charlotte.
A tread on the stairs creaked. I stopped, and could hear them whispering… “He’s coming up the stairs, shhhhh, push your bottoms out.”
I arrived on the landing.
I stood in the doorway. “I see your bottoms are already pink. Have you been spanking?”
All three replied together. “Yes Mr.Jones”
I spoke sternly. “Well that is very naughty of you all. And you know what naughty girls get don’t you?”
“Spankings Mr.Jones.”
“Red bottoms Mr.Jones.”
“Hot sore bottoms, Mr.Jones.”
“Indeed they do!”
THWACK, CRACK, SMACK,WHACK…..
“Owwwwwwwwww!”
“Ohhhhhhhhhhhhh!”
“Ooooooooooooooh!”
It was obvious to me, even after the first half a dozen whacks each, that I was literally ‘hitting the spot’, for each of them. They pushed their bottoms up eagerly for every smack. The whole situation aroused and excited them. Bottoms wriggling against other soft bottoms, squeals and smacks intermingling, the whole scenario thrilled them to their core….
…Miss Kenworthy told the girl to come out of corner time, and turn around.
“Remove your tie.”
“And your blouse.”
She took the blouse and in a very casual, matter of fact way, added, “…and the rest young lady, I am going to cane your naughty bottom whilst you are naked!”
“No Miss….please Miss, don’t cane me Miss….Awww please!”
“Don’t be silly, you have no choice but to do what I say. Any more and I will drag you naked into the quadrangle and do it before whoever is there, and twice as many. Now strip!”
“Yes Miss, of course Miss Kenworthy.” Answered the whimpering girl.
“Right, now be a good girl, and don’t make a fuss. We are going over to that desk. You will bend over and present your bottom for me. Then I will punish you.”
The girl stood submissively and awkwardly before her punisher. Miss Kenworthy. “Now take my hand, let’s get it over with, follow me.”
Things are getting serious in my village now. The older ladies are not speaking to me, my name is mud. I am now being left calling cards by the naughty girl!
He needs no introduction does our Peter. A giant in the spanking world of books and photography. Just google him and stand back!
I am jealous of him though! As much as I like him, and enjoy working with him….he has made me very jealous!
How?
By working with Rosaleen Young!
… She to me was the most famous of spanking models with the most spankable bottom of all, when I started. I never got to work with her like this bastard did…oops, like this lovely man did!…::chuckle::
Look…
Wow! Just look at that bottom!
Do you remember the series I did with the ‘Great Big Book of Spanking’
Well, Peter wrote it and gave me a signed copy as a gift.
His humour, or shall I say love of ‘the quirky’ abounds in his work too. Not only the beautiful spanking images we all know and love, but things like the following sequences…
THE CLOWNING AROUND SET…
What a face her at the back left has! Wonderful!
THIS ARMY SET IS A CLASSIC, EVEN HER KNICKERS ARE CAMOUFLAGED
And what about this classic from Peter!….wonderful! So Ho and visit him, he is terrific!
These came second in my 2020 photo competition, and second prize was to feature them on my blog/site. I am so happy that people of this outstanding quality see one of my competitions worth entering.
They came second with this…
Isn’t it fabulous! It spoke to me, saying that here is a girl who wants to be exactly where she is, like a dream coming true. Nervous, restrained maybe for the first time, vulnerable…..yet…safe, because she trusts the person, Man? Woman! About to cane her. Fabulous work!
Just go to FINE ART AMERICA and type in his name. He has loads of stuff to look at, be prepared for a bit of a stay. To wet your appetite, look at these stunning works of art…
This is a man who I came across when he entered a competition of mine and came third with a beautiful photograph of a girl in a bath…
Beautiful and worthy of winning any competition, but I wanted them in a spanking position. I know this definitely needs a little smack or two, but not quite what I wanted.
As a result, I contacted him and because I had browsed his work, I asked if I could feature it. He said yes. You can find him on Fine Art America.
Here is some of his work…
Thank you for sharing these Mike. You are very talented, and make exquisite images.
I have run eight photographic competitions on FAA before and featured the winners works of spanking art here and there as you know. But now I am up to 29000 followers I think I can attract a wider range of photographers, and feature the winners, such as the 2020 winner Vasarian, and his web page…
His photo skills are brilliant and like me he writes stories too. So please, as a reward for winning my 2020 competition, pay him a visit, have a look around, let’s send him some of our spanking love.
Here are some samples of his work, spanking and bondage :-
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Good aren’t they?
He has kindly given me permission to use some of his photos for a story, ‘Harden House and the Spanking Tunnels’
Hawkeye is a dear friend of mine and like his name suggests, he is an excellent scout. By that I mean his Twitter page is a valuable place to visit for the unusual, humerous, or vintage type of spanking photograph. Or indeed any type of work, especially art work.
You can find him on Twitter as @hawkeye0701
He is my Marketing Manager on Twitter, and an excellent job he does too. I just give him the photos or whatever from my site, and trust him to promote it well. Sometimes by getting a huge number of ‘likes’ or ‘retweets’.
Thanks Hawkeye! Good job! You will see down the page that Hawkeye has a job to do. It will be updated weekly. But here is his journa….
HAWKEYE’S Spanking Journal… He is German, and writes excellent English. A few Grammer errors, but it gives a certain added charm to this account of his spanking journal.
Part One
Hallo Asa
Wow, just turned 60 and finally found my dream job. “Marketing Manager at Asa Jone’s – Spanking emporium – And I ask myself over and over again … what lucky coincidence has guided me to achieve this goal.
You must know, I am never punished by my parents (I was just a good kid who got slapped every now and then for overdoing childish activities and “good words” didn’t help). Even when I was in kindergarten, which I spent in a Catholic kindergarten that was still run by nuns in the 1960s, I can’t really remember being chastised by any nun there. As my mother told me, the only intimidation of the nuns was that during our afternoon nap, a nun had to sit down next to my bed with a hand brush or wooden spoon because I would have rather played than slept.
Spanking during my school days: unfortunately nil … the corporal punishment was abolished in Germany in 1951 … and I started school in 1967 … When I think back to my teachers, … one or the other who grew up during the Nazi era has it I’m sure I regretted that the flogging was abolished … and that we were only prosecuted with an entry in the class register or a “blue letter”.
My “enlightenment” on the subject of spanking probably came with a visit to a sex shop, where I held one of the spanking magazines in my hands for the first time and nervously leafed through it … (lol I wasn’t 18 yet). I suppose it was the expressive b / w shots that shaped me, ..young girls in school uniforms, the navy blue panties stretched tightly over their buttocks, and in the background a strict teacher swinging the cane…
With a much deeper voice than normal I bought the first magazine (Janus?) And that was it for me … Of course, at first I was only enthusiastic about the pictures … (yes, your way of thinking goes in the right direction) and then I dealt with the texts … lol of course English …. A great language, if only it weren’t for the grammar and learning the vocabulary … lol but thanks to a Langenscheid dictionary the missing words could be translated.
And so in the course of time a small collection has emerged, which, however, also posed a problem … where to put it in the garbage (a magazine cost the equivalent of 17 euros ~ 35 GBP …)? never in life. So I have it in our basement (I was still living with my parents at the time, training and the armed forces were still pending). And you don’t know how long it will take for the next magazine to appear … Something like silent communication existed between the dealer and me … a shake of the head when entering the shop meant that there was nothing new … or you point your chin in the corner where the magazines were … “There’s something new”
I’ll just cut it short, in the course of time a lot has changed, and access to spanking stories has become easier for us fans thanks to VHS, DVD and, last but not least, the Internet.
At the time, I soaked up the stories like a wet sponge … and suddenly began to criticize …. “I would now have …… instead of the author … I began to take notes and to preserve my ideas.
But there is also the fact that spanking does not have the same status in Germany as it does in England, … no school uniforms, no flogging, etc.
shall i continue ??
YES PLEASE!
PART TWO…
A TRUE ACCOUNT OF HIS FIRST TASTE OF THE CANE, WOODEN SPOON AND MORE…
Hello Asa,
Here I am again, I took a short break, and sorted my thoughts …
and here it is, my short report on spanking in Germany … I don’t know exactly when, but it must have been sometime in the early 80s. In a trade magazine “Free Forum for Educational Questions” that published not only short stories but also personals, I came across an ad:
Mature educator / governess Tel. 069 /…no more … at that time you could still tell from the phone number in which city and in which district the connection was. The address, not far from where I lived and easy to reach
…. I flipped a coin three times whether I should go or not ….. I “had to” (lol) and wanted to. After several attempts in the phone booth … (yes, I’m really that old …) I really managed to open my mouth and ask for an appointment..
The voice at the other end of the line … everything but sympathetic, but I thought to myself that it must be like that … On the trip in the S-Bahn, I imagined what the lady would look like , … what do I actually want there … thoughts about thoughts …. and suddenly I was standing in front of the house, a normal apartment building like any other in town. And there was the name in bold letters … just the name, no title, nothing. I gathered all my courage and pressed the doorbell, my pulse was racing … there was still time to run away … but the door buzzer went off, I gathered all my courage and opened the door.
I had to go to the first floor There were 2 apartments on the same floor …. I looked around uncertainly … was I right? … I really want that … my knees were trembling … what did I get myself into … what am I actually doing here? Suddenly one of the doors opened, even if only a crack .. I went to the door uncertainly … “Come on in, hurry up” I was standing in an unlit, dark hallway …. a thousand thoughts shot through my head the one that remains for me (if someone hits you on the head now, it’s your own fault …)
“Did you find your way here okay?”
I was torn from my thoughts and for the first time noticed the woman behind the door. I have to admit, I was expecting a little shine and glitter … but far from it … The lady was in her late 50s and early 60s, the appearance of a good honest housewife, a bit plump, perm and glasses .. in my imagination, more the angry neighbor or aunt, or maybe it was the smock apron and the slippers that irritated me. She led me into the living room, where the dishes were still on the table .. “The lady cleared the table, asked me if I would like something to drink, which I denied. A brief opening: What do you want? … I started to explain …. what I wanted, what I imagined …. the short answer from the lady was: the price, I don’t know how much anymore …. but for me at that time a decent amount
I paid my obulus, I’ll just call the lady Ms. S. now, put the money in her apron. I got my order: “You can take off your pants and underpants …, it’s okay for you if I stay like that … lol … no punishment in an upscale atmosphere, good middle-class in the living room, I meanwhile from Trousers and underpants freed, I was now in Ms. S.’s living room. Ms. S. cleared the table, went into the kitchen and came back a few moments later with a wooden spoon, hairbrush and leather slipper Standing half-naked in someone else’s living room, these devices seem a little scary
Mrs. S. let herself fall into the armchair and made herself comfortable, the utensils spread out on the coffee table. “What are you waiting for, over my knees ..”…As if by remote control I followed Mrs. S.’s instructions, although I was suspicious of the whole thing … but now I was half-naked for 20 years over the lap of a complete stranger older woman who could now enjoy my bare bottom. A completely new situation for me, as I said, I’ve never been seriously beaten by my parents … and now, by a complete stranger. Before I could think further, the first blows clapped my bare hand on my bum … hard and energetic … and I was asked to keep count … to 50. I can only say this much, Ms. S. understood her trade …. then it went on with wooden spoons and slippers … and each hit hurt more..
I bit my teeth and thought to myself that if my parents saw me now … no weakness and above all no tears. As a child of the 60s, I grew up with these principles, a boy doesn’t cry. When I thought my parenting lesson was over, I first had to stand in the corner for 10 minutes, my bum pointed in the room, while Ms. S. made a little order. Ms. S. allowed me to turn around and because I was so good, I would have deserved a “reward” … My eyes fell on the paper tissue box and disposable gloves that Ms. S. was about to put on … I declined this “invitation / gesture” with thanks, with the serious expression that I did not plan something like this and actually did not want it
An indifferent “if you don’t want to, you already have” … but then you get a few more with the cane. Ms. S. went to the umbrella stand, rummaged around in it and took out a cane. Ms. S. pulled my ear “playfully” (really not hard) and took me to the window that led to the street. I was allowed to support myself on the windowsill and got a few more blows (not too hard) with the cane. “So that’s it, … another sip, water? … but you have to hurry, the next one wanted to come right away.
I dressed a little awkwardly and with my face contorted with pain …. “It’ll be fine, … put cold water on it afterwards”. Ms. S. led me to the door, opened the door a crack to see that there is no neighbor in the stairwell …. looked at me briefly, and gave me a hearty pat …. “he’s on the way, and that you still think of me on your way home.
I made myself a bit stiff on the way home, unfortunately the well-intentioned advice with the clap of water didn’t help. My bum shimmered in all colors for a while. In retrospect I can say, “Test of courage passed”, the pain and the experience were there, but something was missing in my head cinema … My hunger for adventure was satisfied for a long time … and I went back to the magazines. But as you see Asa … and your dear readers it is still remembered
that was it for today … but at that time, it was still a long way to England for me, which is paved with numerous anecdotes and experiences
if you want, more next time
Hawkeye
OF COURSE WE DO!!!!
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The rest of this page is for him to display his ‘PICTURE OF THE WEEK’ from Twitter.
Which will appear here, with a credit to the person responsible, if possible.
~ Hawkeye’s Pictures of the Week ~
1.
Selfie advanced … An expressive b / w photo … in the past it was enough for us to take a mobile selfie … today, tech. Equipment needed to take good pictures. Expressive, sensual and erotic without appearing vulgar
2.
You can see this and more of the series on my arts pages…Asa
Posted by Juliette Foto from : http: danhang.sexusa.net (source corner right below)
No, no, and once again no..
. b / w photos have no bonus with me …. I make decisions on my own gut, sometimes I let myself be guided by the erotic mood of a photo, a situation, a position or a facial expression. Or quite simply, the picture tells a story …. With a little imagination, anyone can write a story … and if it only happens in the mind of the beholder. With this picture I like the mistress / maid scenario, a hand brush spanking in front of gleeful maids as witnesses of the punishment. For me the question arises, why is one of the maids hesitating in front of the door …. is she the next one? … or is she afraid to enter the room?
3….I like b / w photos, and appreciate the artistic effort (double exposure) on this photo. Also that this photo leaves a lot of imagination for the viewer
Hawkeye
This was posted on Twitter by Dark Mystery on Twitter as @DarkMystery
4.
Bent by zander58 (Martin Reynolds) postet by Alexander Lozitsky allozitsky
… I like this picture from its style of design …. simple and “without great effort” designed, an elegant and supple posture the right position for six-of-the-best with the cane.. A well-shaped bum …. I don’t know about you, but I would like to bite into it…. It is like a ballet pose, and who wouldn’t like to see a naked swan in ‘Swan Lake’?
5. A photograph by Roy Tersley
No, no nepotism and no preferential treatment
Just a great picture because the moment was caught when the Twase meets the pretty bum
At the right time, in the right place . “old photographer wisdom” foto: @RTersley…as he appears on Twitter if you want to follow him.
6. Shows exactly why I entrust Hawkeye with representing my work on Twitter since Lucy_Spank_Me got me banned. I used to feature the work of Drago B and Ariel myself….nice to see it again. They are inseparable, so two this week, once again the struggle in Hawkeye’s head between black and white and colour goes on!…
After the Ball
Aperture, exposure, everything in the picture is what is needed, flash unit switched on..etc. and then stay calm at the sight of Ariel and don’t get Pnervous. Finger on the shutter release and …..click
Hawkeye´s fotos(s) of the week
Model: @ArielAnderssen
fotographer: @BeeDrago
They are staged photos, but those who take photos themselves know how many things to watch out for before the photo is “worthy of publication”
7. Foto by: HairBrush @OverHerKnee
A photo to my liking, posed, but with a fine sense of humor. Is the young lady’s butt really hot enough for me to fry a fried egg on it? From an erotic point of view, yes.
8. For its simplicity…
This photo convinced me this time with its simple simplicity … (lol, because of the pretty well-formed bottom it was … and my guilty conscience that I wanted to read the “Götz von Berlichingen”
right, the one with the famous quote:
Ein literarisches Denkmal setzte ihm Johann Wolfgang von Goethe im dritten Aufzug seines 1773 erschienenen und 1774 uraufgeführten Schauspiels Götz von Berlichingen mit dem „Götz-Zitat“: „Er aber, sag’s ihm, er kann mich im Arsche lecken! “.
Johann Wolfgang von Goethe set him a literary monument in the third act of his play Götz von Berlichingen, published in 1773 and premiered in 1774, with the “Götz quote”: “But tell him, he can lick my ass!
J.W. Goethe was a famoies poem from Frankfurt, i believe, what Shakespeare for England…is Goethe for Germany..specially for “Frankfurters”
i´ve never seen this pageant/play (??), but i´ve heard in the last years…the main character (Götz von Berlichingen) has to present his bare butt to the audience -As a “modern director” I would cast a woman in the role
….
Goethe would turn around in his grave (a popular German saying … the name can be exchanged)
9. The reasons for this picture? Everything! Says Hawkeye.
i have just postet this foto by Amelia Jayne@naughty_aj_ and @dieu_belle
source by_ Amelia Jayne@naughty_aj_ and Belle Dieu@dieu_belle
what excites me about this photo? to put it simply: everything
Again a “simple b/w” foto. a well knowm position..which, although you can’t see anything, expresses anger, anger, powerlessness and resignation. Especially since this photo in “my” category has something to do with the topic of “spanking”, even if you don’t see any percussion instruments … and that’s the nice thing … the photo speaks to me and tells me one … or also several stories
And this photo asks something of me …. In reality, I would like to go to the girl and try to comfort her.
Or maybe it’s the girl’s clothes that appeal to me. The tartan skirt, knee socks and buckled shoes arouse a kind of protective instinct in me … But if I’m being completely honest ….. I would have put the girl over the knee
10. Quite a beautiful classic pose for his first milestone…his tenth week.
foto of the week by pantyhose-fetish@philosophe666
This photo really has everything your heart desires …. a model with a shapely buttocks, erotic lingerie .suspender belt and nylons.. red high heels with a signal color effect …. the provocative pose … the young lady is waiting for you to meet her pretty bottom. The buttocks are decorated with a few stripes of the cane.
11….Hawkeye makes a point about black, white and colour!
For my critics … by no means, I prefer b / w photos … if that is not enough proof that color photos have a real chance…
In this photo it is the “naturalness” of the young lady, of course she was “made up” for this photo … but one moment when she was distracted, the photographer pressed the shutter release
Photographer and Modell sadly unknown.
12 ….another b + w, this time from our mutual friend Peter Birch
…with us there is no prize money to be won, for ‘photo of the week’.
The choice is random and corresponds to my mood. I like this picture because of its expressiveness … The young lady who is half-naked in front of me stands for a stranger …
A woman who is seduced into a lovemaking and then has to recognize what her lover really wants (possibly a spanking ..)..
or was you caught at a rendezvous with your lover .. and your husband is standing in front of you?
or is the lady a nude model on her first shoot and get “cold feet” at the crucial moment (getting “cold feet”* Fear of doing something that you were convinced of 5 minutes ago)
No – 13 An amusing photo, once more in b+w
Posted by Jan Slauerhoff by Philippe Pache
14 …is full of atmosphere
Photo of the week by “Disciplinarian Days”
It is the expectant demeanor and the incredulous look of the young lady, who can hardly believe that as long as you wear a school uniform you are not protected from spanking …
This photo tells me a story ……. the typical boarding school scenario in which a schoolgirl is sent to her room to await her punishment … With the instruction to wait for your punishment in exactly this position
She will muse, “At my age, bent over my bed, and has to present my bare buttocks. Who will come into the room first .. Headmistress, matron, a teacher … or one of my classmates who are cheering with glee and what she has seen will tell in the school yard.
15 …Once again, from Twitter, this time from @LeiaAnnWoods
Nudity and humility … a perfect representation of submission and dependence
No – 16 …is from Mistress McCane@lolanisbs (with permission) redmoonrisingspecialevents.com
The loneliness of the delinquent after the punishment and the display of the exposed and punished buttocks…
Also the elevation of the stool also allows the curious in the back row to examine the success of the punishment
No – 17
foto by Bri69@Brigitte69 / Twitter
A picture with a rarity:
a considerate cyclist who advocates calming traffic in the big cities. No motorist would voluntarily overtake this cyclist. And when she gets out of the saddle, no driver would overlook these big brake lights
No – 18
Source by Miss Haldane www.misshaldane.com @MissHaldane (Twitter)
Two objects – one goal (target ??)
A wooden spoon, and a bare bottom……To change the colour in a short time
No – 19
So unusual, like a ghost holding her head, to look at her bottom maybe?
No – 20
Typical Hawkeye Humour!
Yet there is so much more to Hawkeye. He is a story writer and script writer, for me and others. He initiated the stories ‘The Masked Marauder’, ‘The April Fool’ agnd ‘The Hockey Teams New Captain’, for me. Not only that he came to the shoot of the ‘Masked Marauder’ and took some excellent shots, which Hawkeye will show you here, in Part Two.
PART TWO ~ Hawkeye’s Gallery…
Photos taken by Hawkeye, or photos from videos/shoots based on Hawkeye’s original script ideas.
No -1 …he has chosen an idea he wrote for me, that turned into a very popular illustrated story. I remember getting the first mail, and reading through it. In very good English. We went through it together via e-mail changing little bits, improving small areas, and picking character names.
Then I set to work writing it, and sent a copy showing where the photos would go. Once we had agreed I contacted the girls and we shot. I can remember now the delighted e-mails I got when his baby was born!
His idea, turned into life, what a joy for him and me.
The story called ‘The Masked Marauder’ was another of his ideas I developed into an illustrated spanking story. He attended on the day and took some lovely photos of his own…
