It’s because it is the most common day I see my girls…
It could quite possibly go like this…
It will be around 10.15, I park up, feeling excited and happy. I get my camera, props, notes etc and crunch my way up the drive to their door, to a warm friendly welcome.
“Hello Mr.Jones, come in, the kettle is on!” Is a common greeting.
I always take cake, usually Victoria sponge buns. I put them on a plate as the kettle boils, read my notes, lay out the props in order and so on.
“We’ve got some buns for you Mr.Jones.” Shouts Charlotte as she giggles.
“They need warming up, will you do them for us?” Chuckles Samantha happily.
“Of course!” I say, and turn towards them.
“You know how to make this old man happy!” I say, rubbing my hands as I walk towards them.
“I’ll do it straight away!” I say eagerly.
Wiggling their bottoms in readiness for their first spanking of he day they reply together….”Oh thank you Mr.Jones, we hoped you would, then we will have tea and cake…”
If you recall, photos for a story, ‘The Spanking Adventures of Upskirt Evans’ are in black and white, these are to show you how they look in colour, so there is not a lot of story here…
Waldo is a contemporary French artist living in Belgium for many years who does F/M and M/F (seldom, F/F) adult spanking art. His artworks are color paintings and often have an erotic touch. Some of them are humorous spanking art, BDSM art or enema art as well. Waldo has had his artwork published in BDSM magazines for 20 years.
Here are some samples, I think he has his own blog page, worth a Google search for lots of images!
As you know I deal in antiques and collectables, erotica being a favourite.
Just come across this retro sign…
Imagine this on a dark 1970’s November evening in Soho, you are walking home from work, with some money in your pocket, you go to a phone box and ring….
I have also decided which spanking artist is appearing next in my spanking art section after coming across this signed Waldo print.
I know this is B.D.S.M. But he does a lot of spanking too.
The sign is with lots of other bits ‘n bobs in this section…
On Friday afternoon at the end of Charlotte’s first week, Miss Tanner asked Charlotte to come into her study for a little chat about how things had gone, a sort of informal appraisal. Charlotte entered the study and was invited to sit down on a chair next to Miss Tanner’s desk. She was wearing a pair of loose-fitting, leopard skin patterned trousers, short black top and black high-heeled shoes, her attempt at a ‘dress-down Friday’ outfit.
“Well Charlotte, how have you found the job so far? Have you enjoyed yourself?”
Charlotte gave an enthusiastic nod, “Oh yes, Miss Tanner. I’m really enjoying being your secretary and (blushing slightly) being your assistant in disciplining the girls.”
“That’s good. I’ve been very pleased with what you have been doing. You’re proving to be a very efficient secretary and you’ve certainly been an invaluable helper on the disciplinary front this week. Thank you.” Miss Tanner was referring to the four naughty girls they had jointly ‘dealt with’. All four had just received hand spankings on the bare of which two had required Miss Evans to ‘restrain’ them.
Within the school, gossip rapidly spread and, by the end of the week, most girls had heard of the new secretary’s involvement in the headmistress’ disciplinary sessions. She had already gained the nickname ‘Upskirt Evans’, although some girls would have added ‘down knickers’ to this, having experienced first hand Miss Evans lowering their knickers to ‘half-mast’ to bare their bottoms!
After a short pause, Miss Tanner looked directly at Charlotte and enquired, “Have you given any more thought to my suggestion that you ought to experience a spanking to further your insight into corporal punishment as my helper?”
Charlotte was slightly taken aback by this direct question, although the thought of being spanked by the headmistress had kept resurfacing in her mind throughout the week. The thought had both frightened and excited her in equal measure.
Blushing, Charlotte cleared her throat and blurted out, “Actually, headmistress, I have given the matter a lot of thought….”
“And your conclusion, Charlotte was…?” asked Miss Tanner, with an encouraging smile and raised eyebrows.
“My conclusion, headmistress, is that….I think I’d like to experience a sp….spanking.”
“That’s excellent, Charlotte. You are very brave, but I’m sure that you may enjoy the experience and it will certainly strengthen your understanding of discipline as my spanking assistant. When would you like me to spank you? Would now be a convenient time?”
“Gosh! Crunch time!” thought Charlotte, suddenly feeling somewhat apprehensive, her hands unconsciously straying to her bottom. Over the week, she had witnessed a number of girls being spanked by the headmistress and all had left the study with very red, sore looking bottoms. Charlotte took a deep breath, now or never, “Yes, headmistress, I suppose now would be convenient.”
“I’m so pleased, Charlotte,” said Miss Tanner, rubbing her hands together.
Not wishing to give Charlotte the time to change her mind, she quickly stood up and turned her chair around into the room, before sitting back down again.
“Would you kindly lock my door so that we aren’t disturbed and then come and stand over here on my right side, Charlotte.”
Charlotte slid the brass bolt across the door as she had done on a number of occasions this week and then slowly returned to stand next to the headmistress’s chair feeling somewhat apprehensive.
“Please lower your trousers and knickers, young lady.”
Charlotte slowly peeled down her trousers and knicker and stood there feeling somewhat exposed, with butterflies now taking full flight in her stomach. Miss Tanner gave her a big smile as her eyes alighted on Charlotte’s delectable bottom. She was so used to spanking schoolgirl bottoms that she had almost forgotten how much more wonderful maturer ladies’ bottoms were…so much fuller and more rounded, and so much more spankable! She couldn’t wait to get started.
“Right, young lady, over my knee if you please.”
Giggling in nervous apprehension, Charlotte gently lowered herself across the headmistress’ awaiting lap. She started to feel rather aroused, bent half-naked over this lady’s knee.
Miss Tanner made a few adjustments to Charlotte’s lowered clothing and position across her lap. Charlotte then felt Miss Tanner’s hand caressing her bottom. She closed her eyes, enjoying the sensation almost purring with pleasure. Miss Tanner felt Charlotte relax across her lap.
“That’s it, young lady. Relax!” Miss Tanner said, as she continued to caress Charlotte’s soft cheeks. “You have such a lovely bottom, one certainly worthy of my attention.”
Charlotte smiled, “Oh thank you, Miss. I’ve often thought it was one of my best ‘assets’!
“I do like your tattoo,” Miss Tanner exclaimed, tracing the neat little bow that was engraved on Charlotte’s lower torso. “It reminds me of those lovely ribbons that Edwardian ladies used to tie up their open crotch split drawers at the back.”
“Ummh! How did you guess. That’s exactly what my tattoo is based on. In fact I actually have a pair of those drawers in my underwear collection. I picked them up at a vintage clothing sale last year. I sometimes wear them around my flat. They make me feel very sexy!”
“Oh really, how very interesting!” replied Miss Tanner, sensing that there was more to Charlotte than had first met her eye! “You must model them some time for me. You do know that such garments made it very easy to bare a girl’s bottom for punishment.”
Then laughing, she added, “Perhaps we ought to insist that they become an official part of our school uniform?!”
After a few more minutes, Miss Tanner announced, “Right! Much as I am enjoying exploring your delectable bottom, I think it’s time to start your spanking. Are you ready, young lady?”
“Yes, Miss. As ready as I ever will be!”
“Right, here goes then. Brace yourself and lift your lovely bottom up high,” her face suddenly taking on a more commanding, determined look.
Charlotte complied, lifting her bottom up to meet her first ever smack….
….WHACK!!
Miss Tanner’s hand came swooping down delivering an almighty flesh-wobbling wallop to Charlotte’s right cheek.
“YEOWHHHH!” yelled Charlotte, totally taken by surprise at the sharp stinging sensation of Miss Tanner’s hand slapping her virgin bottom. She looked around, a look of worried consternation spreading across her face.
She glimpsed Miss Tanner’s arm rise again before crashing down to deliver another loud slap across her left cheek….WALLOP!!
“YEOWHHHH!”
Charlotte wriggled uncomfortably across Miss Tanner’s lap thinking “What an earth have I let myself in for? This was no gentle ‘warm up’. It was a full-on bottom roasting spanking from the off, just as Charlotte had seen Miss Tanner deal with Karen earlier in the week!
After the initial salvo, the headmistress gently stroked Charlotte’s slightly reddened rump, “Steady girl, steady. I’ve only just started. I’m sure that you’ll get used to it soon!”
She felt Miss Tanner tighten her left arm around her waist, pulling her towards her. Charlotte clenched her cheeks in anticipation of more stinging smacks to come. It was too late to change her mind. Besides which she had agreed to try being spanked and she was securely held down by Miss Tanner’ strong arm. There was no going back. Her bottom would be spanked, whatever! She gritted her teeth and hoped that she would survive the experience.
Before any further thoughts could enter her head, Miss Tanner started to pepper her bottom with a flurry of hard slaps SMACK! WALLOP! SMACK! WALLOP! The punishing hand spanked her relentlessly, up and down each wobbling cheek, occasionally across both together and even down across her upper thighs. Charlotte yelped and kicked out her legs in all directions, as she bounced up and down across Miss Tanner’s knee. Tears started to form and trickle down her face.
“Owwh! Owhh! Owhh!” The stinging and burning feeling in her bared buttocks steadily increased.
“This is awful! It hurts…a lot! How did I ever agree to try this? I must be stupid!” thought Charlotte.
SMACK! WALLOP! SMACK! WALLOP!
“Yeowhhh!!”
However, as the spanking continued, Charlotte suddenly began to feel a strange change in her body. The spanking still hurt, but the warm, burning, stinging sensations in her buttocks started to seep down between her legs and she realised that her pussy was becoming noticeably wet. The sensations were now becoming distinctly pleasurable! She remembered reading that some women were turned on by having their bottoms spanked hard and some were even able to be brought to orgasm purely with a spanking. Was she one of these ‘lucky’ women? Despite the accompanying pain, she just had to find out!
Just as she was becoming aware of these thoughts, Miss Tanner suddenly stopped spanking her. Charlotte felt a surge of frustration and, to Miss Tanner’s surprise, urged her to continue, “Please, please don’t stop, Miss! You can’t leave me ‘hanging’ like this. Please keep spanking me. Spank me as hard as you can!”
Miss Tanner smiled to herself. Clearly Charlotte must be a natural submissive and a pain slut, just as she had hoped. Charlotte had started to enjoy the pain she was imparting to her bottom. This was wonderful!
“Just a minute, young lady. Let’s just alter your position a bit to help you get what your body is clearly craving for.” Miss Tanner pulled up her skirt to expose her thighs and got Charlotte to lie astride her left thigh, whilst wrapping her right leg over Charlotte’s legs. Then renewing her grip on Charlotte’s waist, she started to lay on the hardest smacks that she could muster, walloping the ‘sweet spot’ just where her buttocks met her thighs. By this stage Charlotte’s once creamy white rump was now a deep scarlet red colour. Charlotte’s cries turned to load moans as she unashamedly started to hump Miss Tanner’s thigh in time with each spank. It was a totally lewd sight, but one that Miss Tanner loved to view! It didn’t take long before Charlotte let out a loud cry of ecstasy and slumped exhausted over Miss Tanner’s thigh. Miss Tanner gently stroked the bottom that lay across her thigh, relishing the sight of the freshly spanked bottom and feeling the warmth emanating from the noticeably twitching cheeks.
Finally, she instructed Charlotte to stand up. Charlotte clamboured awkwardly off Miss Tanner’s lap, her trousers and knickers still at ‘half-mast’.
“Right, young lady. That completes your spanking, but leave your trousers and knickers down. Go and stand in the corner next to my desk, facing the wall and do NOT touch your bottom! I want to inspect my handiwork.”
“Yes, of course, Miss!”
Without a murmur of protest, Charlotte complied with the request. She was lapping up the feeling of being totally under the control of this formidable, dominant woman who had just given her so much pain and pleasure. She felt a real thrill standing there with her bare bottom on display, glowing and pulsing in the aftermath of the spanking.
After 5 minutes, Miss Tanner said, “Right, Charlotte. Well done! You can now get dressed and stand away from the wall. Your ‘punishment ‘ is over.”
She then enquired “How was your first ever proper spanking?”
“Gosh!” uttered Charlotte, trying to gather her wits whilst gently rubbing her bottom and craning her neck around to try to see the state of her bottom before carefully pulling up her knickers and trousers. “Gosh! That was truly amazing! Who would have thought a spanking could bring such pleasure. Thank you Miss Tanner, thank you for encouraging me to try being spanked and thank you for delivering it.”
“My pleasure, Charlotte. I thoroughly enjoyed giving you the spanking. Your bottom is such a worthy recipient of such ‘treatment’. I couldn’t resist spanking it! Perhaps you might like to indulge yourself again at a later date when you have fully recovered? You might even like to try out some of my other implements, such as one of my canes?”
“Thank you, headmistress, I might well take you up on your kind offer, particularly if the end result is as it was today, although my bum is now rather sore!” laughed Charlotte, still rubbing her bottom.
“Well, Charlotte, there’s no rush. What are your plans for the weekend?”
“Ummm, well I’ve got nothing special planned. I need to catch up on some housework in my small flat and do a bit of food shopping. Beyond that, I shall probably have a lazy time, reading and watching TV.”
“Well, if you’re not doing anything special, perhaps you would like to come over to my home and have a coffee?” Miss Tanner asked, with a friendly smile on her face. “We could get to know each other under less formal conditions than here at school and possibly continue your education in the finer points of corporal punishment.”
Charlotte responded without any hesitation, “Oh thank you, Miss Tanner. I’d really enjoy that.”
“That’s good. Shall we say around 11.00 tomorrow? I live at number 6 Arcadia Avenue, not far from school. When you come, please call me Samantha. That would add to the informality of the occasion. Would that suit you?”
“Oh yes, Headmistress. That is fine by me.”
“I’ll look forward to your visit, Charlotte. Now, I must just finish some rather tedious paperwork before I finish for the day. You may go home now and I’ll look forward to your visit tomorrow morning.”
Charlotte bid Miss Tanner goodbye and left for home feeling elated. ‘‘Gosh!’ she thought, ‘‘I’ve just had my first ever spanking which gave me the most wonderful orgasm I have ever had….and now I have an invitation to visit the headmistress’ home and she said ‘please call me Samantha’!” Charlotte was in awe of this powerful, formidable woman. She felt a strong attraction to her and felt very excited by the prospect of her visit tomorrow.
Miss Tanner sat quietly at her desk, thinking what a lovely young lady Charlotte was and she did have a rather attractive curvaceous bottom, which she had just had the pleasure of spanking. She was pleased that she had appointed her as her secretary. Far better than some less pliable older woman! She might well make a wonderful ‘playmate’ to add to her collection!
I appreciate that a lot of you want to pass a comment. I love interaction with you, I welcome it. But some days I get 1000 or more comments, and I have to sift through them. Tick a box, approve, etc
99% of them want me to buy viagra….I don’t need it, I can stick up for myself in arguments or any other aspect of life thank you!
Or they want to give me a damn good fucking and make me scream…I am a man, a straight man, and have nothing against sexuality, gender, creed, beliefs, transgender, gay, black, yellow, disabled, pink or anything else, so thanks for the generous offer…but no thanks…lol
Or their product is so fantastic, that I might die of envy from all those who…
Blah, blah,blah,blahhhhh….BORING!
So, if you had tried to talk to me, and I seem aloof and rude. Trust me, I’m not. I try to reply to everybody I notice in a kind and courteous way.
But a lot of your comments just don’t get seen.
This is my hobby, I do it for free, just for the love of it. Please try again, or just click on contact and write to me. It might take a few days, but I will write back…to nice people.
It’s lovely to spank a bottom as we have already said many times, slim ones, pert ones, round ones, globes, large and small….but a nice firm chubby one takes some beating. (Excuse the pun, it WAS intended, chuckle!)
From left to right, Charlotte, Samantha and Stephanie. I am a very lucky man to have such glamorous lovely spanking friends, I know I am. Let me share my good fortune and happiness with you, and know this too. Within the next five minutes of this photo I took, all three of them were further forward having their bottoms spanked by me!
Samantha sits in a rather demure, stern and sexy way, on the velvet green spanking bench you have seen used to wonderful effect on many an upturned bare bottom. She looks up into your eyes, and beckons you to go closer to her, with her finger…
A look that has melted my own heart a thousand times.
She looks so alluring, you move nervously towards her. You stand so close that you can smell the fresh laundered smell of her crisp white blouse and tight hip hugging black pencil skirt, which I have looked at longingly so often. Her perfume is delicate and expensive. “Are you enjoy our latest story, ‘The Spanking adventures of Upskirt Evans?'” She asks politely.
Her voice, mellow, calm and sexy, drifts into your mind like an expensive claret pours into a cut glass goblet, full of promise and expectancy.
“Oh good.” She says seductively as she stands, and picks up a bright and cheerful ‘hobby horse’. “Would it surprise you to know that this comes in to play?”
Feeling privileged that she has picked you out of all my followers, you swallow dryly, and reply. ‘Yes, it would.’
She lets out a sensual little giggle, full of secrets. Then walks by you to pick something up.
You turn and follow her with your eyes, then watch her walk back. The controlled, yet fluid walk of a well trained and practised model. Slow, assured, hips swaying, one foot directly before the other. She carries two, obviously old, wooden objects. As she passes, she says…”and these?”
‘Yes, they seem unusual and intriguing’ you say calmly, even though your heart is beating like a steam hammer.
Another voice breaks in, you turn to see Charlotte. Beautiful and bright, like an English summer meadow. Her voice sounds like a excited babbling brook as it lilts along, yet at the same time, as enchanting as the tintinnabulation of some distant English country church bell “….and what about these eh? I bet you won’t be surprised if these figure in it at some point!”
The girl whom I often refer to as a sweet English rose is bent over the flogging horse, tantalisingly playing with a flexible best quality, German, rattan cane.
“Good grief.” you think, “I am here with these two, I hope I…”
Your naughty thought, be you dominant or submissive, female or male goes off into a sexually charged fantasy.
Samantha turns around sharply….”hmmm, interesting fantasy. Don’t forget, we can read your thoughts!”
At this point I walk back in, I have been searching for props, as we are ready to shoot the next series of events.
Like two innocent schoolgirls…good girls, where butter would not melt in their sweet innocent mouths, they sit smiling, waiting, patiently.
“Hello Mr.Jones.” Dribbles one smooth voice.
“Hello Mr.Jones.” Oozes another succulent one.
I stop. “Hmmm, they seem very innocent. That always means trouble. What have they been up to?” I think.
I look at the studio set, then back to the two naughty little vixen with, once again, ‘butter would not melt’ expressions. I fold my arms and raise an eye brow….”I could hear you two talking, I hope it was to each other! If you two have been giving little hints out about my writing it will be skirts up, knickers down and a spanking apiece! That metaphoric butter might not melt in your mouths, but believe me, it would melt quickly on your bright red hot bottoms, if so!”
“Oh…as if we would Mr.Jones.” Replies one innocent sweet little voice.
“Not us Mr.Jones, oh no, we would not do that.” Replies another sincere, honest cheerful voice.
I turn to a corner of the studio, where the remnants of some naughty vision floats, like a bottom blushing pink cloud. I can see you, yes YOU!
“You would tell me if they had…wouldn’t you?!”
Have a nice day y’all! Hope you get to smack a bottom, or have yours smacked.
