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A treat for you Charlotte and Samantha fans…

I know these are not everyone’s cup of tea, but some of my followers have a bit of a thing going on for Charlotte and Samantha, so every now and then, on my ‘Glamour and more’ section, I put photos of them in between shoots.

I have just added four from my last shoot…

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You will have to hunt in the sub-sections to find them.


Photo Set 339 – Charlotte and Samantha in detention ~ Part One

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Here we have Charlotte and Samantha being rather naughty, they are in detention and are trying to get their teacher to let them leave early. Each house in this Girl’s Grammer School, have different Blazers, tie and skirt. Samantha in burgundy is in ‘Victorian House’ and Charlotte in green, is in ‘Elizabethan House’.

“Can we go home Mr.Jones?” Asks Charlotte.


“Thank you for thinking about it, Mr.Jones.” Giggles Samantha.

“Don’t be cheeky! Just get on with your work, and get it finished. Then you can go home.”

The clock ticks by…

“Bloody hell! You haven’t even got your pencils out yet!”

“Don’t swear Mr.Jones!” Says Samantha.

“I apologise, it’s been a long day.”

“It’s naughty Mr.Jones.” Adds Charlotte.

“Yes, it is, and you two should know everything about being naughty, the number of times you have been in here. And stop staring at me!”

They sulk.

“Oh good grief! Don’t sulk! I just want you to stop staring at me. That’s all.”

“We like you Mr.Jones.” Smiles Samantha.

“Yes, you are not a bad bloke to say how old you are.” Chuckles Charlotte.

“I know I am a bit old fashioned, it’s just my way. I like you two as well, you know I do. But you are on detention. For at least another forty five minutes! So get something done or it will be an hour.”

I try to concentrate and look down.

“Did naughty girls have to do loooooooong detentions in the olden days Mr.Jones?” Asks Samantha.

“I wasn’t around in 1066, but if you mean when I was a young teacher, no, I used to spank a girl for being naughty, and then send them home. So maybe they stopped a quarter of an hour or so….now shut up, and get some work done.”

“I wish I was in your class then Mr.Jones.” Smiles Charlotte as their legs opened wider.

“Have you dropped something Mr.Jones?” Enquires Samantha.

“No. Just get on with your work please.”

“If it meant we could go earlier, we would let you smack our bottoms Mr.Jones.”

My manhood was already stirring but it now stood to attention. I was glad of my desk. “Spankings are not just taps on your bare bottom you know, they hurt!”

“Bare Bottoms?” They said together, interestedly.

My interest was roused, it was after all, my favourite subject. “Yes, always on the bare, I would make you kick and scream. And quite likely you would cry, so be careful what you wish for! I put them over my knee and gripped them tight, and spanked them good, hard, and long, with my hand or a plimsol…..on their naughty bare bottoms. I’d even use an implement if they had been very naughty!”

“I bet you saw everything they had, down there….didn’t you Mr.Jones.” Samantha purred.

“Well, yes I did as a matter of fact, it humiliated them and they were embarrassed. It added to their punishment.”

“We’re their pussies wet sometimes?” Asked Charlotte softly, and she added… “Mine would be! It is now Mr.Jones, tell us some more about spankng.”

This was now after the ‘point of no return’, I was lost in their schoolgirl eyes, and now stared blatantly at their descending knickers. They were going to masturbate as I told them of how some pussies were moist, and how bottoms blushed and bounced….and wriggled….and squirmed…and…

I told them how some girls came much more often than others. I told them of and marks, and how the plimsol left its pattern on the girl’s soft rumps.

“Why don’t you get you cock out and wank it as we rub our pussies, and finger ourselves Mr.Jones?” Suggested Charlotte as she pushed her crisp white school panties down to her ankles.

I did! I got my cock in my hand and wanked hard, watching their pretty little fingers fiddle with their Sopping wet squelching cunts. I described some of the most exciting spankings I had given, they listened eagerly as they played.

I squirted magnificently all over the desk as they had strong orgasms.

“Next time we are in detention, will you spank us Mr.Jones?” Asked Samantha.

“On our bare bottoms, just like you used to, will you make us squeal, and wriggle, and cry Mr.Jones?” Added Charlotte.

“Yes, and I will get lots of implements and apparatus out of my old store.”

“Oh thank you Mr.Jones.” Said Samantha.

“Your secret is safe with us Mr.Jones.” Assured Charlotte.

I thanked them, and put them on detention, for tomorrow.

And so it began…


Up Skirt Evans – Part 7

I thought I would bring these into synchronisation. The real story is in black and white…

But after I post a part/chapter I like to pick a couple of ‘choice’ photos to display in colour, and put them here…

Here are two from the last Chapter….9a, which I have just posted..

A confession…

On Thursday I was with Charlotte and Samantha (above) expecting to have quite a busy shoot. They got their uniforms on, complete with Blazers, white socks etc and it was one of those days where things take control and a different route is taken. We role played, as we often do.

I was teacher, they were naughty. I look at this photo above, from a shoot a few weeks ago, and think to myself….”bloody hell Asa! Only two days ago, you had her school skirt up, her knickers down, and was spanking her pert, firm, ripe bottom!” I have done it to them hundreds of times, but it still takes my breath away. I am still trembling….lol…and thanking my lucky stars! I hope they never fall down.


The Spanking Adventures of Up Skirt Evans – Part 9 (a)

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This part of the story comes in two parts. ‘Part A’ is the preparation.

The story continues…

Charlotte gets a taste of the slipper

Part 1: Preparations

It was the end of another week at St. Angela’s school for girls. The last bell of the day rang loudly as the weekend beckoned to all the excited girls who surged out through the school gates for home. However, as far as Miss Evans was concerned, the last bell on Friday afternoon signified something different. She had an appointment with her Mistress and she was going to experience her first ever slippering as punishment for ‘trespassing’ into Miss Tanner’s punishment storeroom the previous week. She was both very excited and fearful at the same time as the appointed hour slowly approached. Having witnessed Karen Smith’s severe slippering the previous day, she knew exactly what to expect. She had had to visit the lavatory several times during the afternoon, fearful anticipation making her bladder work overtime.

Miss Tanner had given Charlotte the plimsoll that morning for ‘safekeeping’ and told her to make sure that she brought it with her when she was summoned to her study later that day. She had placed it in one of her desk drawers, but now retrieved it. It was a heavy black gym shoe with a yellow and very flexible rubber sole. Charlotte tapped it across her hand, wondering nervously what it was going to feel like when it walloped across her bare bottom. How many other bare rumps had it ‘visited’ during its life?

Whilst everything in Miss Tanner’s own home displayed what could only be classed as elegant taste, her collection of corporal punishment equipment in her storeroom could only but be described as bizarre. She had a deeply ingrained fetish for collecting all sorts of punishment implements and furniture, most of which she had never had the opportunity to use in her role as school headmistress. Whilst her storeroom was well equipped with all the standard school punishment implements, such as a variety of plimsolls, hairbrushes, straps, tawses and canes, it also contained implements rarely employed in modern educational establishments, such as carpet beaters, martinets, riding crops, birch rods and the like. Her collection of punishment furniture was even more bizarre. Yes, she had all the standard furniture required to bend naughty girls over for a sound slippering and caning. She had a wide leather topped desk, a sloping school desk and gym horse, all eminently suitable for supporting girls during punishment. However, her store also contained several small rocking horses, a hobby horse, a long green velvet padded ottoman bench and a little wooden stool and washing dolly. She even possessed a St. Andrew’s Cross, something that would look more at home in a dominatrix’s dungeon than in a respectable girls grammar school!

As Charlotte heard the last of the girls and staff leave the school, she locked the outer door to her office and waited. Initially all was silent, apart from the loud beating of her own heart. Miss Tanner had told her to wait in her office until she summoned her into her study. Meanwhile she had been instructed to strip naked and put on the special neck collar her mistress had given her last week, signifying her position as her mistress’s ‘spanking pet’. She slowly removed all her clothes, folding each garment carefully and placing them on her chair. She then took the collar out of her desk drawer and put it on. All was still very quiet in Miss Tanner’s office. What could she be doing? Charlotte wondered, feeling increasingly nervous.

After a few minutes, her nerves got the better of her and she crept over to the study door to try and hear what Miss Tanner was doing. Was her summons imminent? Suddenly she started to hear noises, items of furniture being moved around. “What is she doing?” Charlotte asked herself. “Perhaps she’s going to tie me down across the flogging horse,” she surmised, feeling a surge of excitement at the thought of being restrained. The idea rather appealed to her!

Meanwhile within the study, Miss Tanner was busily preparing for the arrival of her naughty little pet! She wanted Charlotte’s first experience of the slipper to be a painful but also an exciting and memorable one. After rummaging around in her storeroom, she picked up the small low wooden stool which she had used with Karen’s slippering and for good measure she also picked up the wooden washing dolly.

She walked back into her study and placed the items on the carpet. Then, kicking off her high heels, she decided to test out her equipment. Standing carefully on the low stool she bent gracefully over and grasped the dolly’s handles. “Perfect!”, she thought. “My bottom feels beautifully presented.”

She then tried bending her knees slightly and dipping her back, which had the effect of pushing her bottom out a little more provocatively. “Hmmm! Even better! I can’t wait to see Charlotte displaying like this!” she thought, feeling a growing excitement at the prospect of ‘dealing with’ Charlotte bent over stark naked on this improvised piece of ‘spanking furniture’.

It was time! She cleared her throat and shouted out, “You may now enter, Charlotte. I hope that you have stripped yourself naked and are wearing that collar I gave you. It’s time to feel the sting of the slipper on your lovely bottom!”

Photo Set 338 – The Control and Punishment of Charlotte ~ No-3

As you know by now, Charlotte loves to be on show, and at times, humiliated and controlled.

I have put a few events on over the years, so some of the girls can experience a public spanking. On one such occasion, a predominantly older group of women came, and at the beginning of the day, each guest was invited to go down to the dungeon, to pretend that they had paid for the use of a girl. (I had three girls there for them.) They were a real mix of ladies, two young, five older, some a bit posh, a couple definitely not….lol…but they got on very well, and had a lovely spanking day.

Charlotte, like the other two girls, had never met them before, after each visit of a guest, she had to take a new position. So imagine the wait each time, when a complete stranger came to view her…footsteps approach…

They were allowed to smack her bottom. They could speak, but she could not reply to what they said they would like to do to her, (if allowed too). She was ordered to smile and look eager at every suggestion. No matter how rude, coarse or vulgar! She was like a Gorean Slave Girl…a pleasure girl.

What would you say to her? Please leave your words in “comments’ or click on ‘contact, and mail me.

These are how they found her, what would you have said? I will add the best at the end of the page.

Photo Set 337 – The Control and Humiliation of Charlotte ~ No-2

Another instance of Charlotte enjoying being made to do something and display herself was after we had shot the story ‘From the Top Floor to the the Cellar’…

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To read and look at more sets like this, click here…

But for now, let’s continue…

She was naked, apart from her hat and shoes, she was feeling exhilarated and sore after her thrashing with a cane. We were on the top floor of the office block where my studio is, and had to make it back down. We had started the shoot very early to avoid being caught, but now it was around eleven o’clock. Not many people use the building, but they do, mostly on the ground floor. Around the building are lots of companies in various buildings, but with me going first it would be easy to get back by the rear stairs, which come out next to my studio.

If we wanted too.

I could read her feelings, I know her needs.

I know the people who work around us, most know what we do, but it would still be risky, and daring. Fortune favours the brave! I told her to return another way….”if we meet anyone just walk on, as you pass them, man or woman, or even a group, tell them you have been a naughty girl. Tell them you have been punished. Then carry on walking. All the way to my studio.”

She looked shocked, nervous and unsure. But I knew it was a fantasy of hers, she also looked excited, aroused, and eager….she agreed, and off we set.

I decide to take her into an adjoining room which overlooks the huge car park af a parcel delivery company. “Go to the window Charlotte.”

She does so.

“I can see the drivers loading up!” Says Charlotte.

“I’ve been punished on my bottom, I’m naked.” Says Charlotte, as she stands naked at the window. Not loudly, but not softly.

“Come on, before we get arrested, go to the other side, to those windows.” I command.

She walks over.

Here Charlotte sees apartments, the backs of houses, and offices. Below her is a garage, where men are busy repairing cars. She feels exposed and loves it. She tells them, in the same volume of voice, that she is naked, and has had her naughty bottom punished. She looks to the offices and can see women at desks in a call centre. They only have to look over, and they would see her. This excites her, normal girls, doing normal jobs. What would they think of her if they saw her, what if they saw her punished. Would they ridicule? Some might wish they were her, some might hate her and want to see her dragged naked into the car park….her mind thought all sorts. We moved on.

We reached the studio safely.