Monthly Archives: February 2021

Kate and Samantha display their bottoms for you.

Sometimes, just sitting and looking at the beautiful shape and soft form of the female bottom is enough…

It was at this point I punished them, because they did not wear the correct socks and shoes. Discipline has to be maintained, even in a nice friendly bottom shoot at the studio.

I am rather proud of those evenly spaced cane lines!


Spanking Goodies…

It is very rare I promote my wares, this site is for the love of spanking, my love of my girls, my stories and photography. However, from the regular sales I get, most weeks now, I know that my girls have developed quite a fan base. If you click on ‘art’ either on my site or blog, you will come to my merchandise store, where many of my photos can be purchased in many different ways…


Face masks

Lots of prints…

…including on paper, wood, acrylic, metal and others. Including of course, my best seller…cards for birthdays, notes, Christmas etc.

The choice of frames, sizes, mounting card colours is quite staggering.

Zip folders

Note books

Shower curtains, towels, beach towels, mats, yoga mats…

Imagine having a shower in there!


Tech stuff…like battery chargers, phone cases etc

And lots of apparel…t-shirts, hoodies etc

Why not buy a mug? Then you can sit down with a cheeky cup of tea or a naughty coffe and pick you or a friend a sexy treat!

Anyway, please realise I am not pushing these down your throat or anything, people out there like and buy these, and most of you don’t even know you can. So it seems only right to show you. Then if you want something you can.

As an example, right now a Domme is ordering a set of saucy framed spanking prints for her office.

Back to normal posts tomorrow!


Spanked in the playground before a gathering crowd…

First of all let me say I have lured you here with the title! Yes, it does happen, and there are photos of the occurance in my fictional town of Spankington…

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And there you have it! It is my train set…or rather, a model village with a train line, and lots of spankings!

What a commotion at the local park today.

A girl called Stephanie was playing with the others, quite nicely, it seemed, until one of the other girl’s mummies got an ice cream for her daughter, who was crying.

Stephanie had just had a choc ice, and because she was the only one with one, she spitefully went around whispering, so her mummy could not hear.

Smiling, as if being nice, she whispered things like… ‘look what I have got…you haven’t…ha ha ha!’ Or….’I’ve got a choc ice, I’ve got a chocolate ice nee nah ne na naaaa!’ Which was bad enough, until she whispered horribly to one girl…a little on the scruffy side, but happy… ‘I bet you are poor and you can’t afford one! And I bet your mummy stinks of wee!’

Yes, the girl whose mummy bought her a lovely ice cream was the girl Stephanie had been horrid to, to stop her crying.

Her Mum went to Stephanie’s mummy and told her, being backed up by other girls and parents.

Stephanie’s mummy was so ashamed and angry that she yanked Stephanie’s knickers down, lifted her school skirt up, put her over her knee and gave her a ferocious spanking, very hard and very very long.

What a fuss she made! Kicking her legs, squealing and crying!

The other girls laughed and pointed.

Normally their mummies would have stopped them, but not today. They nodded smiling at the girls to encourage it. And added fuel to the argument by saying their daughter would never do it….or if my daughter did that she would not sit for a week….I bet her mummy is so embarrased at such bad behaviour…. Give it her hard love! It looks like she has needed this for years…keep going….do it harder, teach her a lesson she won’t forget.

The naughty girl getting spanked on the bare bottom under the black and yellow sun umbrella.
Look at the children running to see the spanking, and the other mummies encouraging it to go on and on, whilst their own children jeer and laugh
A view of the public spanking in the park, just look at her cherry red bare bottom!

When the spanking was over, the audience clapped and cheered Stephanie’s mummy. Stephanie was pulled by the ear, screaming and hopping about shouting ‘my bottom….oooooh my bottom, it’s on fire…it’s on fire!’ Much to the other girls enjoyment and they ran behind laughing and making fun.

More from my little village of spanking soon…

It takes a while to build the scenes, I also cut the little figures up and glue them back together in spanking positions etc. So be patient. I have just built a pub and have two ideas for that. I have just started a school….which should be fun.


Brat Busters!

This is a service we offer…

If you are a Dom or a Domme and your sub is giving you trouble, then obviously you deal with it. But sometimes…just sometimes, wouldn’t it be nice to have a threat in reserve? Somewhere where love is not in the equation between the Top and Bottom. Where they can be sent for a good spanking or caning…and much more.

Nice to know? Well…read on :-

Part One

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Part Two

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Part Three

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Part Four

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Part Five

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And more of the service we offer to come.


Brat-busters – Part Three

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Part One

Part Two

Here are other ways we can help, as you watch your naughty brat put through her paces. Any time she needs the threat…something ‘more than you’ to keep her in line…”Now behave! Or I will arrange a visit to Miss Kenworthy!”

And don’t forget, we can sometimes include a naughty boy if Mummy or Mistress thinks he needs to be taught a lesson.

A good caning on the bare, we have a variety of lengths, style and thickness. Will soon put your naughty one back on the right path.

For extra humiliation we can include a class of girls to giggle, point and make fun of your brat as she jumps, leaps and squeals!

Don’t forget, we have an headmasters office with a desk, and vaulting horse. We various rooms to humiliate, like our dungeon. Lots of implements like butt plugs etc, even a board ruler across the bare bottom!

So if you have a naughty one who needs a sore bottom and a threat to use in the future, bring her for a dose of this…

We have a variety of tawses, birches, carpet beaters etc too. You might want to look at these to help your decision. It does not have to be Miss Kenworthy, Charlotte also deals with naughty bottoms.

Click here for Charlotte dealing with a naughty boy…

And here is another naughty boy being dealt with, by Miss Kenworthy…

Or why not both? Imagine an errant husband bent over our vaulting horse with these two at each side…begging for your forgiveness!

More to come…


William ~ Part Five

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Charlotte moved her slave boy to the next apparatus, he was now very subdued and extremely submissive…’yes Mistress, thank you Mistress” we’re about the only words he could mutter….very quietly. For such a barrel chested man it was strange, especially as I thought of the volume of his high pitched squeals and howls. I continued to act as a fly on the wall, not interfering, not speaking. Just silently moving, and clicking my camera.

She made him sit on the back of Neddy, Charlotte’s little flogging rocking horse.

“Ooooooh I love to see a naughty boys bare bottom all red and sore sticking over the edge of my Neddy’s saddle! Good boy! We are going cross country, I will be satisfied with nothing less than a constant gallop! I want you to rock this sturdy little horse as high and fast as you can.” She said as she picked up the crop.

THWAAAAACK! On my word, the crop whistled and then cracked like a pistol shot.

“Come on boy! Giddy up !”

He rocked for England! Squealing and howling like a girl at every severe cutting whack!

Over hills and down dales….

She laughed cruelly at his ridiculous antics. “Ha ha!!! that’s it my boy! Gallop! Come on, jump the fence!” WHAAAAACK! WHAAAAACK!

Charlotte was in heaven, this is just what I wanted. It was her and her willing plaything…I had vanished!

“Come on Neddy! There’s a river…faster, faster or you will not make it! Come on boy, what’s the matter with you?! I said gallop…come on, work you idle boy…come on!!” Whack, whack, whack, whack, whack!

She was so in the zone, her boy puthering sweat and tears, trying his level best to go like the clappers!

He cleared the water, he galloped on the track through the woods keeping his head down. Then she let him slow to a trot….

She saw me materialise and laughed…”God I enjoyed that! I’m worn out!”

I remember thinking ‘What about him?’ And then a bit of the devil rose in me…I wanted more. “You were fantastic, but your jockey is to heavy for that little horse, he came last, and they are laughing at his efforts.”

She looked genuinely annoyed….”What!? Last?! They are laughing…at me!? You useless article! I’ll teach you! It’s the birch for you…come on, quickly, run, over here…now!”

For a whole second I felt a bit guilty, but at the end of the day this is what he wanted…exactly what he wanted. I knew it was.

Come back soon to see the birching of William!


Sat in Disgrace

It is the early sixties, the left hand row of desks in a traditional classroom is reserved for the naughty girls to sit, on display, as an example, in disgrace. Yesterday they were told to report to the Headmistresses Office ‘first thing’ this morning, which they have done.

They have been soundly punished for their naughtiness yesterday and have been sent to the classroom in question, crying, rubbing their bottoms.

In this school, after every ‘period’ the classes change. So after assembly, a group of second years come in for history, then a fourth year for geography…and so on. The two girls have to sit in shame, bare bottoms on show, all day. Only allowed to go for toilet breaks and lunch must be eaten at their desks. At the end of the day they must go back to the Headmistress and make a formal apology, whereupon a letter for their parents will be handed over, to be returned the following day, signed.

This will almost certainly mean a good slippering on the bare tonight. Hence the sulky looks…

Naughty girls…my naughty girls.

Kate and Samantha, two bottoms I have spanked, caned, slippered, tawsed etc many time. Aren’t they lovely!



Sophie, an exotic dancer and spankee…and, the International Flower of Spanking!

Hello again! It’s a good day, the international flower of spanking is out! The Gorse bush. I have been for a walk on my local canal and there it was, bright yellow, all around, in the sun.

The Gorse Bushes on the way to my local Canal.

Actually that’s a load of bollocks!

There is no such thing as an international flower of spanking. There is a Gorse bush of course, and once in my mis-spent youth I used it in a corny chat up line…I was walking with Rowena, ( about two months after first smacking her bare bottom) …I write of her on here occasionally, she was the first girl I spanked. I said ‘Oh look, the spanking flower is out!” I told her that tradition has it, that if you see one in flower, you must smack the bottom of the girl you love.

Cheekily she smiled at me and said….”Ooooh there are lots of flowers.”

So, in a nutshell, my first experience of giving a pretty girls bottom an outdoor spanking was achieved.

I confessed my sins and said I had made it up, at which she thumped me hard on the arm, and we both laughed….’You are a cheeky sod!’

Yep! She was not wrong, and here, fast approaching my twilight years, I am still the same, with an arsenal of cheeky stories stored away.

Now….why have I told you this?

Because of a dear friend, Sophie. Who used to dance naked on stage with ostrich feathers. And…who in her younger years got spanked for money, a professional spankee, who is now in her late seventies. With bright eyes, and very often a rather nice hat, a wicked sense of humour and a cute smile.

She reads my blog most days, are you blushing Sophie?

We meet about once every three months, for tea and cake. I am her 69 year old toy boy.

When we first met, through our shared hobby of antiques, we got on very well and…well….you know how it is, we shared our interest in spanking. I told her this story and it tickled her, she laughed very much, and kept chuckling away every half hour or so for the rest of the day.

I have hold you of the antique centre where I sell my wares, and the lovely homely cafe attached. That is where we meet, and every time we do, I go and cut some gorse flowers, to put in a bud vase, on the table.

Quite pretty isn’t it, it looks lovely with a poppy and some hare bells…

In this modern digital age, it is quite fantastic at what you can find, on the Internet, such as vintage spanking photos. The fun of looking is sexy, and rewarding. But let me tell you of times gone by, something we are slowly losing. The art of finding them for real, to hold in your hand.

My search for antiques has led me to many interesting locations. My search for old Victorian or Edwardian spanking novels in particular has led me to two fantastic book shops. Old creaking places, where you feel like you are tipping over, the crooked old houses they are in are very old, and letter ally, crooked. I would like to tell you of them, the town and village they are in are perfect for browsing. But you might go and beat me to a bargain! (I doubt it, they are kept to one side) …no, the real reason is that they are antiquarian book shops who do not want to appear on these pages. I understand, I have a lot of lovely friends but most do not admit it, I am a lot of people’s naughty secret. Someone they like, but are a bit embarrassed of if their family is around…::sigh:: …such is my lot.

They sell postcards…naughty ones, under the name of ‘vintage glamour’. I bumped into Sophie as we looked in the same box, it is how we met.

I remember buying my first spanking magazines from grotty little shops, it was secret and very sexy. I used to go to a stall on a local market to meet a man who sold erotica, that too was sexy and thrilling. People pushing by as I browsed st spanking magazines and postcards. I remember going to postcard fairs, and checking out the ‘glamour’ in village halls and theatres on Saturday afternoons. To search live, and get a find is a vanishing art.

So now you know, Sophie is an avid collector of spanking photos, postcards and ephemera. Her house is a Victorian delight. You have seen it in some of my photos.

But meeting her, when surrounded by curios, in our cosy cafe, with our special spanking flower on the table is an absolute joy. The smell of age and old books surround us. The wood smoke from the fire and the vintage lights on a cold day are magical.

She will look around, and when happy that nobody is peering, she will get an envelope out, and say…’I have something for you, I think you will like.’

Like a member of the French Resistance meeting in a cafe, exchanging secret documents. It is both naughty and exciting! She leans forward, so do I too. Then we browse…real photos, many of them are in postcard form.

Age…mmmm the smell of age. Ahhhh I love that musty smell!

So close your eyes…smell it, picture it. Last time she brought six, here they are…

Don’t let it die, the physical erotic search for erotica is something so special, especially with a naughty friend of the opposite sex, who shares the same tastes.

Antique Centres, Collectibles and Memorabilia Fairs, Poscard Fairs, and book shops are secret sexy places which still have treasures. You get used to knowing where to look. And once you have been a few times something magical happens….”I have saved something for you Sir.” Says a young woman or man.

That, my dear readers, is when you open a secret door to a whole new sexual experience, and if you are lucky, the strongest of friendships. Like my naughty little secret….Sophie.

You can see loads of my vintage here, lots of people say they see lots on my pages that they see nowhere else. Now you know why! Click here…

Treat my site like a shop, this is your first visit, you will find secret corners everywhere…