The spanking came slowly to an end, I felt almost invisible still, witnessing something quite sensually magical. What followed took my breath away in its sensitivity and sexiness…
The final smack landed, and Mummy asked her naughty daughter to come close for a cuddle. “Yes please mummy, and, and will you…”
Mummy knew what she needed. “There there, my precious little thing, Mummy loves you, but will always spank your naughty bare bottom when I think you need it.”
“Yes mummy, I need spanking lots…sniff…thank you for being a perfect Mummy Bear.”
Mummy began squeezing her daughters plump soft red cheeks, her finger tips leaving white marks in the fleshy buttocks.
Ohhhhh and then, it happened. Mummy asked, “Do you want comfort?”
It soon became obvious that after a spanking Mummy comforted her daughter by letting her suckle.
Charlotte smiled and nodded. “Yes please mummy, yes please.”
Unusual maybe, but beautiful. It was love personified. Quite exquisite. Here is a Mummy who keeps her daughter in line with spankings, and afterwards explains why, and comforts, in an unusual but very bonding way…
One thing I noticed was that at the end, I could hear a rhythmic sucking, and in time to it Charlotte pulled her cheeks apart with her fingers. I could see she was very moist.
I am sure you remember my accounts of how I started my spanking service all those years ago, in a single room rented above a friends gallery. The advert I put out was something akin to…”have you something gnawing away at your conscience, a past misdeed that troubles your soul. Would visiting a disciplinarian for physical punishment help?”
Not long after, my first client came, after many e-mails and coffees that is!
She went away satisfied and recommended me. And so it began, a steady trail of naughty girls to see Strict Uncle Asa, or Mr Jones their teacher or boss. Slowly it grew, I got more and more props, and then moved into my studio.
For years I kept between 15-20 clients, some going, and new ones always replacing them. But slowly I steadied off, to write and photograph, and form my team of girls. Evolving into what you see now.
I still keep a few clients who I think it would be very hard not to have in my life. I know their needs….all of their needs. They see to my need of spanking a real naughty girl for something very bad. Not playing, but real. The ones I keep write to me, telling me things that they should not have done, from masturbating with a cucumber in Tesco Car Park, to stealing stationery, from telling lies, to cheating on partners. I have heard it all, and never betrayed a name or face, unless allowed to. Probably some of their naughty deeds are made up, just to earn a spanking…..but who cares?
I decide on the punishment, I decide when it is done. If they cry, well, they should not have been naughty. I cane them often.
One such girl who has been coming for six years now is Penelope. A very naughty girl with many secrets. She has given me permission to say that she is a professional photographer, of weddings, families, and corporate events.
But she also photographs spankings! She has advised me on a few occasions. She is very good.
She will not show her face, but has agreed to showing her spanked bottom. Here it is…
And here are some examples of her work…
I find it sexy to think of female photographers doing this, maybe an idea for a shoot one day.
I have set her a task, it is to photograph a sequence of a spanking between two women of her choice, that I can make into a story.
Roy is the second of my guests, a man I have known for years, someone I respect and have great admiration for not just , for his work, he also seems a thoroughly decent chap. He can be found on Twitter as @RTersley and has a company making fabulous leather equipment such as tawses http://Ouch.uk.com
The tawses I use are purchased from him, I rate them 10/10
He has worked for Janus magazine which in itself is an excellent recommendation and accolade. He also covers nautical events, as a professional photographer in his other world.
To start off, here is a sample of his work…
A girl is doing her homework, and ends up drinking wine and reading a spanking magazine.
Just a little set to get us started. Much more to come.
It’s the placing of the wine glass, and the rose. Artistic isn’t it?
Here is a set of close ups he sent to me a while back, the tawses etc are from the company he works with.
Here are some close up photos, the tawses etc are his brand…
What a beautiful impact shot!I love using the table tennis paddle, like the plimsol, the texture it leaves is quite wonderful!
Love the creases in the crotch of the knickers.What a lovely glimpse of pussy.
Here are a few more general shots. Look at this lovely blazer, he offered it for sale once, but alas, at the time I was a bit short…
Imagine being the teacher running the botany class!
A cheeky gust of wind
Oh my! The knickers and how they have ridden up! Bloody hell Roy, you’ve made me wank again!!!
This is the first of my guest spanking photographers.
I am putting the enigma that is ‘Q’ first because of that reason….he or she is a mystery man or woman, like ‘Monseur X’, who you will find in my vintage section, with a long list of other artists, studios, and photographers etc….click here…
…Q said to me, by all means use my work, but my sex, my age and location must be ever kept a secret…
Q’s first story set : –
TO START WITH, THE PHOTOS ARE OF Q’S, THEN I WILL TAKE OVER TO FIT THE STORY. THE PHOTOS MIGHT NOT BE MINE, BUT OF COURSE, ALL THE WRITING IS…
THE CHEEKY CYCLIST…
By now you will know that I live in Derbyshire, a beautiful, typically English, rural county. To the west of my village is the famous rugged ‘Peak District’ to east is the collection of historic houses and their grand estates, called ‘The Dukeries’.
Where I live is an area of beautiful rural countryside, I walk it’s lanes and foot paths often. Here is one of my favourite spots, I have written to you many a time sat on an old toppled oak tree trunk, you can see me if you zoom in…I am stood by it.
The area is full of mystery and intrigue, from stone circles, to legends of witchcraft, and grizzly murders. Yet spiritual, and relaxing. I live very close to this next photo…
If you ever walk through the ancient woodlands near my house and come through the wrought iron gate on the left, you would see a pair of high metal gates. Press the button, say the password…’spanking’ and I will invite you in for tea and scones, with strawberry jam. If you are a young lady I might even spank you, if you were in the mood, and if not if you trespassed!
Relics of the past, like this old cottage, where there is no road…I bet it has only ever seen horses and carts! Is just down the lane from me…
Why am I telling you all this? Because of a bike, and a secret note, coupled with a rather beautiful young lady, with a cheeky, naughty, habit. Namely, riding her bike, taunting me, with her bare bottom!
You see, people in the village, well actually we are a group of six hamlets, know what I do. Some older ladies walk by, not making eye contact. Some of the younger ladies walk by with a cheeky knowing smile. But I should say I am regarded as the slightly odd older man, who paints, deals in antiques, enjoys his trains, and likes to smack young ladies bare bottoms. In other words, I am English!
But the trouble with people knowing is that if someone asks, they say…”Oh him? Yes duck, (we call strangers ‘duck’ around here) he lives up there, look for the big gates.”
So, my secret is out, and it led to this…
I don’t know her name, or where she is from, but the other day my intercom rang, and a young female voice, in excellent English said..”Hello Mr Jones, I love your work, and follow your blog. If you catch me, you can spank me, but you never will, I’ll be too fast for you! I have left you a note, come down and get it…I will wait for you.”
“Oh, how can I resist, I am on my way!” I replied putting my last piece of toast and marmalade in my mouth, and having my last swallow of excellent breakfast tea.”
Good Lord, what a surprise I got. I walked briskly with my stick and there before me was a sweet English rose, on her push bike, in school uniform!
I stood in a daze, she stood looking at me and said…”I knew you would look a bit like David Niven!” Then she walked casually away, her bottom wiggling and wobbling like my old boxer dog’s mouth with a treat!”
I was transfixed, stood in a stupid trance, my mouth open.
It was a week later when I got an invite in my post box to take the lane by our local pub, at noon tomorrow, it had an amusing name for years…’The Slap and Tickle’, but they have modernised it now and given it a new name. I had better not give that, it would be another way for young ladies to find me and tease me. “My word! Let me tell you this, that pert little bottom of hers will get such a spanking when…not if…WHEN…I catch her!”
I parked the car by the church, the old Inn is up a sort of cart track, a cycle track. I walked around the corner, she waved to me, and strutted off, pushing her bicycle! I ran after her, she giggled and rode away. People saw her and now think I am responsible. I suppose I am, but not how they think. I am sure they think it was a photo shoot.
Yes the brazen young girl walked by the public house, and up a path by my friend Ian’s house. His pipe nearly fell from his mouth!
I will keep you posted, but for now, that is all I know of the mystery cyclist!
The game is afoot! The chase is on! Tally Ho! I say!
Update…
Hello again. There have been developments….
This girl is getting bolder and her list of crimes gets bigger. The general opinion is that she really is a schoolgirl, from the neighbouring large town. They have a large sixth form college there. The most ‘Well-to-Do’ area borders on lovely countryside and has cycle tracks a plenty.
She has been seen spying on people. She has a blog where she writes about us village folk as if we are simpletons, from a by gone age. She likens herself to the Scarlet Pimpernel! ‘They seek me here, they seek me there, they seek the cyclist everywhere!’
I have looked at the blog and have to admit I have found it humerous and well written. She is obviously clever and articulate.
I left a comment…’The Scarlet Pimpernel eh? Listen young lady! You are now getting more than a little bit of a nuisance. We live in the countryside because we have worked hard and many of us in our twilight years need peace and quiet. We love nature, and have a lovely community. Try this…”The Scarlet Bottom!” Because my dear little spoiled brat, when, not if…but WHEN we find out who you are, we will…spank you here, spank you there, and spank your bare bottom everywhere! Now stop! You have been warned!”
She has left a reply.
Thank you bossy boots! I will not heed your warning, because the elusive cyclist you fear so much is the mistress of disguise and far to quick for wrinkly old fuddy duddys like you, as for my bottom, why not send it some love? So blow it a kiss, as I leave you in my wake Mr Jones, (yes, I know this is you, because you are so obvious….tell me, does everyone know what you do?) ….bye for now xx
Huh! Cheeky mare!
She was spotted, in a bush,watching a couple making love, and has posted a picture of them. They are not residents, just hikers from somewhere. But what if they were having an affair and someone sees them? Or if they are a young married couple with responsible jobs? She has written some very rude stuff about their methods!
My great experience of naughty girls over the years is that naughty school girl pranksters often get too big for their boots! Becoming over confident. Trying to be too clever. She is now waving to people and leaving a calling card!
My friend Ian was out walking the other day, he is a local historian and writes excellent walking pamphlets. He loves birds and does marvellous illustrated talks in our village hall, he has recorded many samples of bird calls and knows most type just by sound. He could hear a strange call and crept down this path, to find her bike up the path and her wiggling her bottom! “Tell Mr Jones you spotted this game bird on your walk!” She shouted.
He admits he found her lovely but he has angina, and says he had to sit down to recover. He watched her run away, After removing her knickers! and knew, that she knows very well, that on the footpaths and byways she uses, people like us will never catch her!
What a naughty girl!
She threw a calling card, which he picked up. Our first real evidence!
“She’s taunting us!” I said to Ian.
“No, I don’t think so, I believe she is taunting you Asa!” He said as he pointed to the blushing pink words….smack smack smack.
Do you know, I believe she is. I have eight of these now. The last was from a formidable woman who says my sordid life has brought this wicked girl to our village. Oh dear, it seems that in the Women’s Institute, and Mothers Union, my name is mud. I came here for solitude, but thanks to this naughty girl, I am being ostracised by the elderly ladies….oh dear.
NOT A LOT OF THIS IS MY PHOTOGRAPHIC WORK…, HOWEVER, SOME VALUED FRIENDS HAVE PERMISSION TO USE ANY OF MY PHOTOS, THEY ARE HERE…but also, I have met some fabulous spanking photographers, artists, writers etc on my journey, who do their own stuff. Here is some of their work… Think of this as a spanking photographers/writers etc showcase. If you want yours here, just ask, if I think it good enough, you can have your space.
Each space will grow as they send their work to me. I will set them tasks now and then too. Some of these might be, for example, to take a set for me to make a story or scenario from, these will be numbered to suit this section… I mean story 66a, 66b, 66c etc etc
…you have seen him in my sets and stories. A producer of spanking books, a scholar and a gentleman, who takes wonderful…make that WONDERFUL spanking photos. Here he is, in his full regalia, spanking Charlotte..
Click here to find out why I am very jealous of him for something…
Hermione continued to squeal, wriggle and jump before the two girls, as whack after whack landed on her bottom. How she hated being humiliated before them, thoughts were flying through her head, ‘if I am not careful they can get me in this position again and again!”
The old fashioned punishment was doing what it was intended to do…’make her contemplate her actions.’
She even started to say the right words…”OOOOOWWWWW, I AM SORRY! Please stop, pleeeeease, I will never bully Kate or Charlotte again!”
Mrs Smith glanced at Sister Samantha. They had won! They had beaten the nastiness out of her…almost….but they meant all bullying, not just Kate and Charlotte! “I hope you will never bully anyone again!”
THWAAAAAAAAAAACK!
THWAAAAAAAAAAAAACK!
“OOOOOOOWWWWWWWWOOOOOOOOOOOOOH, Yes Mummy! Never anyone… OOOOOOOOOOHHHHHHHH … never again Mummy I promise, I’m sorry Charlotte, I… YEEEEEEEEOOOOOOOOWWWOOOOHHHH I am sorry Kate, forgive me I will be good, very gooOOOOOOOOOOOOHH .. Very…sob, sniff, very good!”
THWACK, THWACK, THWACK!
THWACK, THWACK,THWACK…
THWACK, THWACK, THWACK….”You had better mean it young lady!”
“Owwwww, ooooh, yes yes, YES! Owwwwwwwwwww I do, I do Mummy!!!!!”
Mrs Sith changed places again, twice, for another very satisfying and very hard six more each!
“Let us examine her bottom Sister Samantha, and see if we think her bottom has had enough.”
They examined it closely…
So too did the girls, very closely…
Mrs Smith and Sister Samantha told the girls that if ever she did the same again, that this punishment would be repeated, but for even longer, and at the front door of the Church Hall if need be! Hermione looked aghast and begged for that not to happen. So the punishment was done, and a firm threat delivered. The girls knew that they were safe, and if ever she did, they knew exactly what would happen.
Hermione was then put on display, in ‘the naughty corner’ so to speak. The two girls were treated to tea and cake.
As Mrs Smith and Sister Samantha went into the kitchen, both Kate and Charlotte took out their phones and took photos, whispering to Hermione…”if you ever bully us or any of our friends again these photos go on social media and we will tell your Mum. She has told you what will happen! Not only that, we will ask if we can invite some of our friends to come to watch, and let us take photos!”
A defeated, embarrassed Hermione said that she never would, and did not object to the photos being taken. Here are the photos in question…
And so the well deserved, and well delivered punishment was done, the girls with Mrs Smith and Sister Samantha had a lovely afternoon tea, sat looking at Hermione’s red sore bottom and discussing the merits of a good spanking or the cane.
As for Hermione, her tea was humble pie, with a dessert of shame and embarrassment. Her lesson learnt. As far as I am aware, one year on, she is being good to her word.
Mummy was still furious with her daughter on return home! “Get upstairs to my bedroom, and take your dress off.”
Mummy followed her up after taking her spanking paddle from the hallway draw in the telephone table. She watched her remove her dress…”No bra I see! Your standards are slipping down quicker than your knickers!”
She sat down on her chaise-lounge, pulled her briskly over her lap, and gave a good spanking to the bare bottom of a near naked Lucy!
Look how red the naughty girls cheeks get, a real good over the knee bare bottom spanking!
Knickers yanked down!
A nice crisp hand spanking to start with.
Mummy showed no mercy now they were at home, each smack landed full force from full height.
Soon Mummy was using her red leather paddle, hard and fast on the squealing naughty girl’s bare bottom, smack after smack after delightful crisp, sharp ringing smacks. The sound of leather upon bouncing buttock flesh filled the room! There was no escape, and definitely no mercy!
The naughty girl could do nothin but kick and squeal as she buried her head in her arms. For a very long time! Her bare bottom was cherry red.
I think she will think twice about behaviour at school now, don’t you?
Look at Claudia’s expression, she is enjoying caning this lovely bare bottom! Look at the cane flexing on impact too. And the cheek sinking in.
Same again, but look at the cane, such flexibility in the rattan, it is all over so quickly in real time that you have no idea what happens to the cane on impact really.Just a millisecond from contact!
If you look closely, you will see that this one has done it’s work and is actually just beginning its return.
This is actually ‘cutting down’ …instead of striking the cane in an arc towards the buttocks, this is coming from above, a glancing blow…but very painful. A real expert can whack it on the return uppercut. Hence twice as many whacks in the same time. I do this when spanking by hand very often, the quickest way to redden a pair of cheeks. Very efficient!
And there you have it! A willing spankee and expert caner. Putting on quite a display for you.
Note…the reason Claudia is concentrating on the left cheek us that the right one had just broken slightly on one severe stroke and we did not want to cause
