Monthly Archives: July 2021

Mr.Jones’s Study – Part Nine

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Samantha returned painfully to her place, and stood looking very serious, and rather red faced, before Charlotte, whom I now told to go to the flogging horse.

Samantha’s bottom must have been stinging and throbbing, but she managed to stand almost to attention, her cheeks were wet, and she kept sniffling. “Get up on to the horse Charlotte!”

Her grey pleated school skirt rose slightly, her plump young bottom stuck up proudly underneath it. I walked slowly to her, other than the ticking clock, and our breathing, along with sniffles, the room was quiet. The floor board creaked as I moved, to lift her skirt.

There she was, on tip toe, her tight white school panties stretched across her inviting soft, round, young buttocks. The horse displayed her perfectly. A very well presented bottom needed to be bare though, so I leaned in close and pulled down her school knickers.

“Oh my word!” I thought. “What a sight!” My manhood already stiff, now resembled an iron bar. I decided to thrash her young buttocks with a back hand swing. “God! She looks so fuckable like that.” I thought.

In my mind I was closer than I was in reality, moving in to lick her wet schoolgirl cunt out…

“Get a grip man!” I told myself, and back in reality I moved to her side.

…and thrashed her bottom!

Rhymin’ Robyn – No 5

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Riding Stable Discipline

Some horsey girls are really very haughty
Whilst others can be ever so naughty

Whatever category she falls in
Escort her to the stables for some discipline

Pull her skin-tight jodhpurs right down to her heels
Baring her ripe rump, ignoring her loud cries and squeals

Bend her over the saddle horse
And spank her pert bottom with some force

Then take up her long thin dressage whip, ever so swishy
And thrash the bared buttocks of the naughty young missy

Whip her as long and hard as it takes
To produce genuine tears of contrition and not just fakes!

By Robyn

Rhymin’ Robyn – No 4

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Oh please Sir, no,
Please do not my bottom cane

You will be caned you naughty young miss
Lift up your skirt and bend over my desk right now

Oh please Sir, no,
Please do not pull down my knickers

I will do what is necessary you naughty young miss
Your bottom must be bared to receive the cane

Oh please Sir, no,
Please I would be so embarrassed and ashamed

No argument, bend over the desk right now
You naughty young miss

Oh please Sir, no,
I will in future behave, I beg you spare me the pain

No argument you naughty young miss
Over you go, count the strokes and thank me for each one

Oh please Sir, no, not so hard I pray

THWACK! You haven’t counted and thanked me yet,
That one will not will not count, you naughty young miss

Oh please Sir, no…THWACK! OUCH!
One thank you Sir, I promise to be good

Five more you naughty young miss
Plead all you like, I will not stop until your bottom is soundly thrashed!

THWACK! OUCH! Two, thankyou Sir
Oh please Sir, no more

THWACK! OUCH! Three, thankyou Sir
Oh please Sir, no more I beg

THWACK! OUCH! Four, thank you Sir
Oh please Sir, no more can I take

SWISH! OUCH! Five, thank you Sir
Oh please no more Sir, my bottom is on fire

THWACK! OUCH! Mmmmm…Six, thank you SIR!
Oh please Sir yes, please do not stop
I am so close, but not quite there yet
Pray continue, the pain is such pure pleasure

By Robyn

Rhymin Robyn – No 3

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Fetch the Martinet

Young Mademoiselle
You have gone too far this time
Bring me the martinet and remove your dress
Your pretty young derriere must be soundly whipped

I beg your pardon Madame
Do not whip me this day
I promise to be good and behave
Madame just shakes her head and picks up the whip

She forces the naughty young miss down across her lap
Her hand opens the slit of her white cotton split drawers
As though drawing the curtains back at the start of a theatre play
Revealing the beautiful round rump upon which the action must be staged

Swish, swish, the martinet rises and falls
The thin leather lashes splay across her bottom
Curling sensuously around each reddening cheek
Leaving a tracery of fine red lines

Again and again the whip visits her writhing buttocks
Stinging her flesh and bringing forth howls of pain
Stop Madame, please stop I implore you
I will be good from this time on

Madame takes no notice of her urgent cries and pleas
This naughty young miss must be taught a lesson that she will not forget
That soft curvaceous bottom must be thoroughly whipped
Until it is reddened with not a trace of whiteness remaining

Swish, swish goes the martinet
Curling around her bottom from left and right
Occasionally kissing her soft young thighs
And straying into the crack that divides her pert young bottom cheeks

The young mademoiselle kicks and wriggles to avoid the whip’s smarting lashes
But Madame just holds her more tightly around the waist
Chastising that errant young bottom again and again
No mercy is shown, the whipping must continue

Swish, swish goes the martinet
Playing its fiery tune
Swish, swish, goes the martinet
Leaving its distinctive red marks on mademoiselle’s once fair rump

Madame stops at last, her eyes shining with passion
The young miss now lies limply across Madame’s knee
Sobbing and crying, her eyes full of tears, all resistance gone
The martinet has delivered a salutary lesson that will certainly be remembered

By Robyn

Rhymin’ Robyn – No 2

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Spanked to Orgasm

Skirts raised up and knickers slowly peeling
Down over soft white curves onto the floor pooling
Bared bottom revealed to the eye most arousing
Hand contacting naked flesh stroking and caressing
Then slapping and smacking
Pert buttocks bouncing and squirming
Meeting each slap, rhythmically rising and falling
Legs kicking, scissoring and revealing
Gasping and yelping, howling and screeching
Pretty derrière bucking and wriggling
Long blonde hair tossing and flying
Eyes shining and glistening
Tears now freely flowing and to the floor falling
Round rump now writhing and reddening
Smarting and stinging
An endless torrent of slapping and smacking
Landing on each flaming cheek alternating
Wetness and tingling between legs growing
Until finally surging to an ecstatic peak and climaxing

By Robyn

Rhymin’ Robyn – No 1

You have already met my lovely editor and young spankaholic, Robyn…

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As well as Being an educated expert on the normal written word, she likes to pen the odd verse, ode, poem, or unusual writing, here is her first…

Women have such lovely bottoms:

Soft and smooth

Plump and pliable

Cute and creamy

Curvy and caressable

Pert and pleasing

Lovely and luscious

Ripe and rosy

Pretty and peachy

Bare and blushing

Warm and wobbly

Jutting and jouncy




Beautiful and bouncy

Fair and fleshy

Exquisite and erotic

Fleshy and fondlable

Round and ravishable

Strokable and, oh yes,…..highly spankable!

By Robyn

Photo of the Day – 41

I have four ‘Glorious Bottoms!’ Sections, this is from one of them. So when you feel like a bottom fest, just trawl your way through the beautiful soft orbs!

just type ‘glorious bottoms’ in my search box….and have fun!

The Wrong Socks – Part One

Another fine story from Mr.Reece. (One of my guests)

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The Wrong Socks. (Part one)

Mr Reece had taught at The St Helena School for
nearly two decades and for the last three years he had
taught as a senior Master. There was a slight pay increase
but the main perk for him, was that he was now empowered
with being able to inflict Corporal Punishment to any
Girls who broke the rules.

The procedures for punishing any misdemeanours were very
rigid and so he had to be careful not to overstep the
mark and punish a Girl just because it was something he
secretly enjoyed immensely! He was allowed to use
various implements on a Girl’s hands and on their
Bottoms. He wasn’t at all interested in making a Girl
hold out her hand and instead preferred to whack their
shapely buttocks when bent over provocatively. The Cane
was seen as the ultimate sanction so he had to have
a very good reason to punish a Girl in this manner.
This was rather a blow to his new powers of inflicting
Corporal Punishment, because if he had his way, even the
slightest transgression would result in a VERY sound
Caning to a Schoolgirl’s posterior. The other rule that
made the whole act of Caning a Girl rather frustrating was
that it was only permitted across the Girls skirt while she
was bent over a desk. He was allowed to instruct the Girl
to pull her skirt at the front so it had the effect of being
tightly stretched across her Bottom. This action in
itself, he found thrilling. It was almost as if the Girl was
asking for the Caning to be made more painful by
pulling her skirt tight! Also in his mind it added a distinct
sexual element to the punishment as the Girl lewdly
presented her feminine buttocks to full erotic effect, for
the act of Caning them.

Although he found it incredibly exciting to see the Cane
whack down on a tightly stretched Schoolgirl’s skirt, he
longed to be able to make the Girl raise her skirt and
see her tight Knickers in all their glory waiting for
the painful ‘kiss’ of the Cane. Of course his ultimate
dream was to be able to slowly pull those same knickers
down her thighs and to be able to Cane her on her
BARE Bottom …. Oh if only…. he thought to himself.
He resigned himself to the fact that he would never be
able to use the Cane very frequently and if he did it
would always have to be applied over the skirt……

That is until a wayward girl called Samantha moved
to the area and was enrolled at his School.
Mr Reece always remembered the first time he set eyes
on her at the beginning of a new term. His Cock had instantly
stirred in his trousers, the moment he saw her shapely
Bottom wiggle as she cavorted across the quadrangle
with some other Girls. Oh how he wanted her to be
the naughtiest Girl in the School and be a ripe candidate
for his Senior Cane to get to work on her rounded backside!!!
Well as it happened, certain events were going to
work very much in his favour!!!

Mr Reece always walked to School and would often
get to the school a good hour before classes started.
He knew that Samantha was not a border at the School
and discovered that she actually lived in a house on the
route he would take when walking to School.
He would often stare up at the single window on
the first floor at the front of the house and wonder if
that was Samantha’s bedroom. Then one morning as
he walked past in the drizzling rain he saw the net
curtain being pulled back and for a brief moment saw
her face looking out of the window. He suddenly felt
his Cock start to swell as he thought of her up
there putting on her School uniform. What he would give
to be in her bedroom helping her get dressed and pulling
her knickers up her smooth thighs and watch as the
soft material encased her plump Pussy lips at
the front and her soft buttocks at the rear!! He secretly
wished that she would put on something that was
against the school’s strict dress code. As he continued
walking with his engorged Cock rubbing against the front
of his trousers he made a mental note to check what she
was wearing every day, to see if he could reprimand her.
Then about a week later, as he walked past her house
again, he was surprised to see Samantha’s face at the
window once again. As he got closer he noticed that it
wasn’t just a quick glance outside, to see what the weather
was doing that morning. Instead, her face seemed contorted
and almost pressed to the window pane. It wasn’t until he
was right underneath the window that he heard the unmistakable
sounds of a Spanking being delivered!! He felt that he
couldn’t just stop and watch but he slowed down his pace
of walking. He was treated to the muffled sounds of Samantha’s
pleading voice as her Bottom was walloped. Mr Reece
thought he would spurt in his pants as his Cock sprung to
attention. This was the most exciting event he had experienced
in years. Little did he realise that this unexpected event was
going to lead to something FAR more exciting than Samantha’s
anguished face pressed against her bedroom window, on that
cold November morning…..

Finally he couldn’t resist and as he listened to
the unmistakable sound of an implement striking
a bare Bottom, he slowed his pace, almost to a standstill
and he turned and looked straight up at Samantha’s face……

He saw the soft lips of her mouth open wide as she wailed and
instantly thought of what those lips would feel like, encircling
his extremely aroused Penis!!!
He held her gaze for only a few seconds and then decided
that he should not intrude on this very private moment which
was obviously intended not only to be painful but extremely
humiliating. He realised that he had inadvertently provided the
humiliation factor and pushed his hand inside his trouser
pocket to fondle his aroused manhood and continued walking…
As he walked along the empty street he tried to imagine
what he would see if he was standing in the doorway of
Samantha’s bedroom. What he imagined, was very close to
what he would have actually seen……

Mr Reece got to the School gates about ten minutes
later, just as a snivelling Samantha was pulling
her knickers up over her very red Bottom and putting
on her uniform ready to walk to School….
…. Mr Reece quickly headed straight for the toilets
before other Teachers started arriving…..

….to be continued…

Well Sir I hope you like this one!
I haven’t really formulated where this is going
next but I’m sure something will ‘pop’ up!!!

Well done Mr.Reece, and thank you for the lovely words about my blog that you sent. I look forward to Part Two, as I suspect we all do!

A few summer spanking verses from Ma – No 1

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Ma’s Sound of Summer

The Summer is a comin-in
And Ma’s palm begins to itch
The garden is the place to be
Half-tidy is the state of dress
The bees will buzz, the birds will sing
The sound of ball on bat or racquet
But tis the palm on bare behind which adds to the summer symphony
And white to pink the colour best
To paint bare cheeks yearning to be free
And so spank up and spank the bare
For summer is a coming-in