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They had been to the room so often, and felt so relaxed about masturbating with, and before each other, that no ceremony was needed. Each girl masturbated in their own time. Mostly Charlotte would read, but not always, occasionally the others took over.
So within a couple of minutes of Charlotte reading passages, showing photos and giving her own account on some, skirts began to rise and knickers soon began to fall.
“Oh God” said long legged Sapphire, feeling moist already. “I am going to have to start almost straight away, those photos…wow…how sexy are they!”
“I’ll be joining you!” Added Amber.
“Me too!” Said Fae hopping up on a desk.
“Oooh come on girls, let’s get dirty, let me see your pussies open and your fingertips making magic.
“Oh fucking hell!” said Amber, sat directly across from Charlotte. “I love it when you talk dirty!”
Fae was in a trance looking at Sapphire’s open legs as she yanked her white school knickers down.
Before long, the scent of masturbation pervaded, with the gently squelchy rhythmic noise of plunging fingers and rubbing of swollen young lips. Charlotte looked from the rubbing hand of Amber in her knickers, to the fiddling fingers of Sapphire, to the prodding and poking fingers of Fae. All looked hungry for orgasms.
The girls knew something a bit different was happening in school tonight, but did not worry, they would be gone before the event.
Down the corridor Miss Black was busy, eating her sandwich and drinking a cup of tea as she did so.
More to come soon…
I have struck gold with my researcher Robin. I had already got a page for Gaston Smit, but Robin has led me to so many more, such as these…
Click here to see…
The more I see of this man’s art the more I want to see, I have recently purchased his Mona Street comic book….so damn sexy!
I have to say thanks again to my friend Robin for introducing me to him…
Here is Mona Street…
And a few more of his muses to tempt you…
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“Right, now put your hands between your knees and bend your knees too.” Said Mummy sternly.
She began to lift their dresses up over their waists, starting with Stephanie, then Charlotte.
She moved on to Samantha. “Really! I can’t leave you three for five minutes can I? How many times have I spanked you now? It must be hundreds! Now you are getting older, don’t think they will stop, oh no! It will be the opposite, they will be longer and harder, you naughty girls!”
She said this as she yanked down Samantha’s thong, quite sharply!
Then she made her way along the delightful row of pretty bottoms, baring each one in turn for another jolly good spanking each!
The three naughty sisters got their bare bottom spankings as promised!
…. As Mummy began to smack, they heard the gate and whistling. It was the postman, Robin. He heard the smacking and squeals and peered through the window.
This is the delightful view he got as he stood to watch. “Yes! That’s the postman you can hear! And if he sees your naughty bare bottoms getting spanked, it just serves you right!”
“Owwwww, no not before Robin, please no!” SMACK!
“Yeeeowww, no Mummy no, don’t let Robin see our bare bottoms!” WHACK!
“Ooooooh, please Mummy, wait until Robin has gone!” THWACK!
“No! I won’t wait!! He is stood here now! Stay there Robin, you watch these naughty girls get their bottoms spanked! It serves them right!”
Smack, smack, smack, smack, smack! Mummy worked her way up and down the line!
“Owww, Oooh, ohhh, yew, ouch, ooooh!” Squealed the embarrassed girls.
This is what Robin saw…
And Robin stood there as Mummy said, he watched as Mummy went up and down the line. The girls kept looking over their shoulders…”Mummy stop stop stop! He is watching…stop!”
“You thought I was joking did you? Well no! This will teach you! Stay there Robin, I will keep spanking these naughty bottoms for you to see, you stand there as long as you like!”
The curved path up from the gate was private, nobody could see him, so he undid his belt, and zip, and let his trousers fall to his ankles, closely followed by his pillar box red, boxer shorts. He rested with one arm on the window ledge, and pumping his rock hard cock through his clenched fist he rammed his way to an orgasm, watching those bottoms wiggle, and the smacks land, as he listened to their cries.
Postman Robin fucked his hand faster and faster, his bare bottom bobbing away in the lovely cool air. His large purple head glistened in the light as it popped through his gripping hand quicker and quicker. Then a huge steaming load of spunk squirted out..once, twice and a magnificent third time, high up on to the window. He groaned, mummy turned and looked as she saw the spunk sliding and steaming down the window. She smiled, and understood. What man wouldn’t have?
She mouthed the words, “it’s okay, leave it.”
Robin stood shuddering, the act of being caught made him shoot again, even higher. Mummy’s eyes widened.
He got a tissue from his shirt pocket and wiped his throbbing manhood, pulled up his boxers and trousers and left…whistling.
“Now let that be a lesson to you. I have got some windows to clean, and I don’t want to hear a sound, get upstairs.”
They ran down the hall to the stairs, just as Robin walked by. They squealed, and he smiled.
Mummy filled a bucked, then walked to the window slowly. Then with her hand busy in her knickers watching the spunk run down the window pane she fingered her wet cunt. Soon her knickers tumbled to her ankles, and her skirt was above her waist, and she stood with her legs apart, her bottom bobbing back and forth as Robin’s had…until she came too.
More spankings to come, see you soon! Did you join in anyone? I hope so!
Hello my little dewdrops, nice to see you again, dew drop in often won’t you?
Remember ‘Shakespeare’s Sister’, and that song? I have always liked it, it is on my playlist. I found these and thought they matched up a bit…
If this world is wearing thin
And you’re thinking of escape
I’ll go anywhere with you
Just wrap me up in chains
But if you try to go alone
Don’t think I’ll understand
Stay with me, stay with me
In the silence of your room
In the darkness of your dreams
You must only think of me
There can be no in between
When your pride is on the floor
I’ll make you beg for more
Stay with me, stay with me
You’d better hope and pray
That you’ll make it safe
Back to your own world
You’d better hope and pray
That you’ll wake one day
In your own world
Cause when you sleep at night
They don’t hear you cries in your own world
Only time will tell if you can break the spell
Back in your own world
Stay with me, stay with me
Stay with me, stay with me [repeats]
If you haven’t heard it, try it, a nice video too. It is just called ‘Stay’.
“I’ll stay, if you act like my dirty little bitch whenever I want and let me punish that bottom with whatever I like, how I like, when I like. And call me Sir, and Master.”
‘yes…I will Master, just stay, let me have Asa Jones all to myself, forever.’
“Oh go on then! Stay there, I am just going for a cane.”
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This is using the photographs of Red Charls, click here..
Somehow when you awoke the next day, things felt different. You showered and ate breakfast served via the hatch as before. However, there was distant chanting, religious chanting, quite beautiful. Yet as beautiful as it was it felt threatening, and aimed at you. You were feeling alone, almost a prisoner, yet…you liked it, a lot.
After a lovely hot shower, and a range of toiletries wider than you had ever seen, you came back into your room. The serving hatch was closed, the door locked, and the trapdoor as always lifted. You were eager to see today’s attire, if any! And what implement you were to use. There was no implement, just a simple nun’s habit, no underwear, and black suede chunky high heeled shoes.
You sensed movement below, the chanting began again. You put on the habit and shoes, and climbed down the ladder. At the bottom you stood in shock, tunnel one was in darkness, but next to it, tunnel two was open. And stood on each side were singing nuns, with candles.
What must be the Abbess, beckoned you to follow her, and you did, what choice had you?
It became a little sinister, as you walked in between each pair of singing nuns, they blew out their candles, darkness followed you, and each one stopped singing. Silence followed you too. By the time you reached the first door, which was open, the Abbess alone was singing, beautifully. It echoed down the tunnel. You went into the room to where the Abbess pointed. The door closed behind you, and locked, through the grill you saw the light vanish. You had never felt so alone, or nervous.
You sensed movement.
As your eyes adjusted, you saw a chair and instinctively walked to it.
A deep voice full of age and authority spoke. Go to the chair, put one leg on it, and lift up your habit, to reveal your bottom. It was obviously no good doing any other than follow the commanding voice. And…to be honest, you wanted to obey. A dim light grew slightly brighter, just enough to enable you to see a tall strong man. You did as you were told, willingly.
You stood provocatively, you couldn’t help yourself. You wanted your bottom to look good for him, you were wet, very wet.
“Kneel on the chair, bottom towards me.” Said the deep strong voice.
You sensed movement again, and smelled the smell of manhood. He had taken it out, was he going to fuck you? Then you heard a slow rhythmic movement. He was wanking!
He stepped towards you, still obviously wanking slowly, and began to spank your bottom with a strap. “Count them, call me Sir.”
“Ahhhhhh, one Sir, thank you Sir.”
Why did you say thank you, you wondered.
“Ahhh, two Sir, thank you Sir.” You realised then that you needed this so very much, and that was why you were saying thank you.
It hurt like crazy, but you could not help pushing out for more. He changed implement and quickened the pace with both his wanking and beating.
He grunted as he shot his load of warm milky spunk all over the floor beside you. “Take the chair, leave it outside, by the door.”
He left, the Abbess came in, not singing, and led you back to the ladder, you were stiff and your bottom on fire. You climbed the ladder, the trapdoor closed and bolted. You lay on the bed, and felt the welts criss crossing your cheeks, and fingered yourself hard, to a multitude of orgasms.
I wonder what tomorrow will bring for you?
Four girls have grown fond of each other at school. Not ever so naughty girls, but not good girls either, they have all had a spanking or two.
Miss Black, a young Headmistress is on a fast track to stardom, her school is run like clock work, and the key to its success is discipline. She rules with the rod. The local Education Board have an eye on her, before she took over, the school was shambolic.
And there you have it, the two sides of the story, in the blue corner, ladieeeees and gentleman…we have Miss Black. And in the very red corner ladieeees and gentlemen, the Friday Afternoon Masturbation Club.
Don’t hold out for a red corner victory!
On Friday afternoons after school, the gates open to clubs and societies. Charlotte, the leader of the pack, walked down with her Mummy once to show her the way to her room for drawing classes. An idea struck her.
To cut a long story short, masturbation together, in their group was their favourite pastime, but doing it at each other’s houses with Mummies, brothers and sisters around was not relaxed enough. But if each one of them, that’s Amber, Fae, Sapphire and Charlotte, each told their Mummy’s they were at each other’s house….what could go wrong? All they needed was a space.
So, after school, every Friday, the girls met, in a little used store room. The three terms since they had found the room, had gone well, not once had they even remotely been likely to be disturbed…until today.
You see, it was the local history groups big night. A local celebrity who appears on t.v. quite regularly was coming to give a talk on ‘Bronze Age Burial Mounds’. He was the husband of an ‘old girl’ who presented the show with him. A good number of years ago the school’s reputation was almost what it is now, and they produced a few persons of note. They had asked Miss Black to introduce them. She was not keen to stay and listen, but there was no need, she didn’t have to stay after the introduction she had been told. But he was rather dishy and she would like to meet him. It wasn’t starting until 6.30 p.m. But rather than go home, she thought she would stay and do some catching up on work.
At 4.00, she was in her office.
At 3.45, the girls had met in their room. Three rooms away from where the ‘Local History Group’ meets. But of course, the girls would have gone by then.
Fae was there first, and amused herself by drawing on an old blackboard. A drawing depicting the bottom of Miss Black.
Next to come along was Charlotte, who saw that Fae was sat with an interesting book for them to look at.
She was amused by the drawing, and very interested in the book, by Alexandre Dupuoy. A book full of vintage style porn and spanking photographs.
Soon the other members of the ‘Friday Night Masturbation Club’ joined them. The same routine was followed, first the drawing, then the book.
Charlotte as always, and by mutual consent, took over. She had a very naughty way with words and could easily enhance any naughty photo with her vivid descriptions.
She turned each page slowly, and described everything in a very rude way. The girls began to shuffle as their pussies began to twitch.
Robin, my spanking researcher led me to this remarkable French Photographer. My knowledge of the French written word is not good, in fact I would say it is quite bad, by some miracle I have managed to contact him, asking if I can use his work. He said…”Oui!”
Here are some samples, but you will find more of his work in my tunnel story….eventually. He will be tunnel number 2.
In the mean time, here are a few samples of his stunning work…
Here is another lovely piece of erotic research from our man Robin. As you know he is a very talented wood carver of the erotic spanking pose…
You will find his section here…
The walking stick, a great accessory for any man who likes to walk, especially if like me, one is not so young any more. It enables us to do other things…like point, or draw in the earth to aid discussion, and to rest.
But there is something else, it is rather nice to fondle. When sat just looking at the world my thumb often rubs gently over the end.
Another thing is the patina, my stick has a lively sheen from years of walking.
I went to an old English house once, Capesthorne Hall, with a rather sexy young lady who liked a spanking. We came across a rack of canes, and she asked me, ‘which would you use on my bottom first Sir’
So use your imagination, let’s imagine you live in such a hall, in Edwardian Britain, a maid is bent over, in the punishment room, skirts up, bloomers draped open, and a fine rump on show. Twitching and nervously trembling.
Waiting for a dozen of the best…
You walk to your carved rack, (I am sure you can dream up a design in your mind) and choose from these.
Unfortunately the one I would have chosen has not managed to copy and paste.
No problem, the choice here is quite adequate, and in my mind that particular stick is my own!
Now cast your mind back to what I said earlier…about fondling. Look at the top picture, someone has spent a few hours rubbing their thumb over that!