Charlotte knocked on the door of Miss Tanner’s study and entered.
“So sorry to interrupt you headmistress, but I’ve got Karen outside waiting in my office. You’d never believe it, but she’s been sent to you yet again by Miss Flood.”
“What?! I don’t believe it. What has the wretched girl done this time?”
“Apparently, headmistress, she was caught stealing some sweets from some of the junior girls’ sports bags in the changing rooms whilst they were having a PE lesson,” answered Charlotte.
“Not exactly a major offence in the grand scheme of things, but it’s still classed as stealing in my book. This is the third time the wretched girl has been sent to me in a matter of three weeks! I’m beginning to suspect that our Miss Karen Smith rather enjoys having her bottom smacked. She must get something out of it, a bit like you Charlotte, otherwise she wouldn’t come back so soon for more!”
Charlotte blushed at this reference to her own submissive streak and love of having her bottom smacked, but managed to reply, “You might well be right, headmistress. Perhaps we might cure her of this perverse streak if we step up her punishment to a more severe level …perhaps you could give her a good caning?” Charlotte added. She had never seen a cane being used in action and was eager to witness one.
“Maybe you’re right, Charlotte. However, I don’t think that her offence quite warrants a caning. I like to reserve caning for the most serious offences as the ultimate deterrent. No, I think another slightly longer slippering will suffice for the moment. However, I think we’ll try to spice it up a bit for her and hopefully it will be more exciting for me, as well as you! Fetch me a size 10 plimsoll and that little wooden stool from my punishment store if you will, Charlotte. Whilst you do that I’ll fetch Karen Williams from your office.
Charlotte was slightly puzzled as to how this stool might ‘spice things up’, but went into the storeroom to retrieve the stool and plimsoll as instructed. She remembered seeing it when she had explored the room last week in Miss Tanner’s absence. It looked a bit like an old-fashioned milking stool, she thought, although it had four rather than three legs.
When she returned to the headmistress’s study with the stool in her hand, Miss Tanner instructed her to place it in front of a small desk at the side of the room. Initially she placed it just in front of the desk, but Miss Tanner got her to move it slightly further away. Satisfied with its placement, she then instructed Karen to stand on the stool and bend over resting her hands on the desk. Charlotte thought that her position was rather precarious, although it did help to elevate her bottom nicely.
Before Charlotte could wonder any more about the purpose of the stool, Miss Tanner spoke, “Miss Evans, would you please prepare Karen’s bottom ready to receive her slippering.”
“Yes, of course, headmistress,” said Charlotte, stepping forward and raising Karen’s skirt. She then pulled her knickers down, making sure that they were neatly rolled up half way down her thighs. Both ladies immediately noticed that Karen’s bottom bore evidence of a recent spanking, her bottom displaying a pale blush of pinky red.
“It looks as though you have recently been spanked Karen. Who did this?” enquired Miss Tanner.
“It was my mother, Miss,” replied Karen.
“I see. Why did she spank you?”
“Oh, I didn’t do the washing up when I was supposed to do it and left my dirty clothes on my bedroom floor, Miss.”
“Does she spank you often, Karen?”
“Quite often, Miss.”
“You’re clearly a rather naughty young lady, aren’t you?”
“I suppose I must be, Miss.”
“Out of interest, how does she spank you, Karen?”
“She usually puts me across her knee and spanks my bottom with her hand, although she sometimes uses her hairbrush if she thinks I’ve been very naughty.”
“And does she spank you on your knickers or across your bare bottom?”
“Oh, it’s always on the bare, Miss. She says it’s the only way.”
“Ah, a lady of after my own heart,” said Miss Tanner, smiling at Charlotte.
“One final question, Karen. Given that you seem to be spanked rather frequently, do you enjoy having your bottom spanked? Tell me the truth.”
After a short silent pause, Karen replied, sounding somewhat embarrassed, “I’m not sure what you mean, Miss.”
“It’s a very simple question, Karen….do you enjoy someone slapping your bare bottom?”
“Sometimes, Miss, but not always. It hurts a lot at the time, but it leaves a lovely warm feeling afterwards.”
“I thought that you might get something out of it for you to keep coming back for more. A spanking is meant to deter you from misbehaving. It’s not meant to encourage you! Clearly the spankings you’ve received so far have not been severe enough to act as a deterrent. I propose to rectify this deficiency, starting from now. Today, I’m going to give you two dozen very hard whacks with my size 10 plimsoll. If you reappear in my study again, I will be forced to give you twelve very hard strokes with my whippiest cane and there will be no gentle warm up spanking to precede it. Do I make myself very clear, Karen?”
“Oh yes, Miss, very clear,” replied Karen, resigned to her fate, her legs trembling in fearful anticipation as she perched on the small stool. She felt extremely vulnerable like this with her bare bottom stuck high in the air.
“Right Miss Evans. Please pass me the plimsoll and then stand back over there,” said Miss Tanner, indicating a spot on the carpet with an uninterrupted view of the proceedings. “I’m sure that you will be fascinated to watch me wallop Karen’s bottom again with this plimsoll,” she said, staring at Charlotte as she took the plimsoll from her outstretched hand.
Miss Tanner’s pointed comment didn’t go unnoticed by Charlotte as she was held by Miss Tanner’s gaze. Miss Tanner noticed a slight tremble in Charlotte’s outstretched hand as she passed the plimsoll. She also detected a strange look cross Charlotte’s face. Was this an expression of excited anticipation or was it a sign of fear? Perhaps it was a bit of both; a heady cocktail of fear and excitement? Whichever it was, Charlotte had agreed to undergo a sound slippering this Friday from her Mistress for exploring the punishment room behind her back. There was no going back! Her secretary would be receiving a very sound slippering. Oh yes indeed!
Miss Tanner tapped the plimsoll across her left hand a few times saying,”Naughty girls deserve to have their bare bottoms spanked very hard, don’t you think Miss Evans?”
“Oh yes, Headmistress, they certainly do!” Charlotte replied nervously.
Turning her attention now to Karen’s bent over form, Miss Tanner gently tapped each of her buttocks gently several times with the plimsoll, making them wobble slightly.
“Right Karen, it’s time for your slippering. I’m going to make this one an extra hard one, so you’ll need to brace yourself. Try not to fall off the stool you’re standing on. If you do, I’ll start the count again from the beginning!”
Without further ado, she raised the plimsoll high over her shoulder and brought it slamming down hard across Karen’s left cheek… WHACK! “Yeowwhhhh!”
Charlotte winced as the slipper whacked down. She loved the sight and sound, but she also realised that it wouldn’t be long before her bottom would be on the firing line.
Another whack followed in quick succession, this time delivered across Karen’s right cheek…WHACK! “Yeeeouchh!”
Two fresh bright red marks now adorned Karen’s quivering cheeks, clearly visible through the pinkish background of her recent maternal spanking.
After a short pause, Miss Tanner set to with a will, her study filled with the combined sound of loud whacks, accompanied by Karen’s loud cries and howls of pain. Her bottom squirmed and gyrated as it rapidly took on a brighter red colour, not dissimilar to the glowing embers of a fire. Miss Tanner was certainly ‘fanning the flames’ in Karen’s deserving bottom in a most effective manner! Karen’s feet struggled to remain on the small bench, but she held onto the desk for grim death to steady herself. She knew that if she fell off the stool, the punishment would start again from the beginning.
Charlotte watched the proceedings with a mixture of awe, arousal and fear churning around in her brain and stomach. Miss Tanner certainly knew how to wallop a girl. Would she be able to cope when she received the promised slippering on Friday afternoon? It was going to hurt… a lot!
WHACK! WHACK! WHACK!
Relentlessly the slippering continued, steadily inching towards its final conclusion.
After the eighteenth whack had been delivered, Miss Tanner paused to draw breath, standing back to identify any areas of Karen’s bottom which may not yet have been visited by the plimsoll. Satisfied that the once pale cheeks were now a uniform bright red, she renewed her grip on the plimsoll and delivered the final six strokes. She aimed for the lowest, meatiest section of Karen’s throbbing cheeks with a slight upward swing, virtually lifting the girl off the stool. The strokes came deliberately slowly, to allow for each burning sting to fully blossom before the arrival of the next.
As the echo of the final whack evaporated, all that could be heard was Karen’s loud sobbing and snivelling. Miss Tanner stood back, with a look of deep satisfaction.
“Take a good look, Miss Evans. That is a very well spanked bottom, don’t you think?”
Charlotte stared at Karen’s now extremely red, twitching cheeks and gulped, unconsciously feeling her own bottom. “Oh yes, headmistress, very well spanked.”
“Right, Karen, you may step down from the stool. Miss Evans, please assist her and place her in the corner to contemplate the error of her ways. I sincerely hope that I have cured your desire for having your bottom spanked and I won’t see you in here again.”
“Oh yes, (sob, sob, sob) headmistress.”
Charlotte wasn’t at all convinced that Miss Tanner had achieved her goal, but kept her thoughts to herself. She had noticed the tell-tale signs of Karen’s arousal slowly trickling down the inside of her thighs as she helped the girl off her perch.
With Karen placed with her bared bottom on display in the corner and her hands firmly on her head, Miss Tanner and Charlotte sat down to fill in the latest punishment book entry and discuss what other work needed completing that day.
Finally Karen was told to adjust her clothing and leave. Charlotte returned to her office and sat down. She tried to get on with some work, but images of Karen’s wriggling red bottom receiving whack after whack kept floating through her mind, a nagging reminder of her appointment with Miss Tanner tomorrow afternoon.
I am still slowly working my way through my back catalogues, looking for unused photographs of mine. A lot of them I posted on Twitter before they kicked me off, but now, it is like seeing them for the first time. Such as…
Can you see the Saint in the picture looking to the sky for guidance on how to deal with these two! I think ‘guilty’ and ‘naughty’ would be perfect names for Charlotte and Amber in this one I took at the old house I used to shoot in. But, which one would be ‘naughty’ and which one would you call ‘guilty’?
And here is a photo I took one day of a cane, a desk, and a pair of A naughty girl’s knickers.
It’s nice to have a section to put my photos of this type in, here it is…
A little ‘hanky-panky’: Charlotte’s second visit to Miss Tanner’s home
On Saturday morning Charlotte arrived promptly at 6 Arcadia Avenue at 11.00, eager to enjoy Samantha’s company again in the informal atmosphere of her own home. She rang the doorbell and waited. Shortly afterwards, the front door opened a fraction and Samantha’s face appeared, “Ah, there you are Charlotte. Do come in.”
Standing behind the door she opened it wider to admit Charlotte. As Charlotte walked into the hallway, the door closed behind her to reveal Samantha standing there almost totally naked apart from a red suspender belt and a pair of seamed stockings.
Charlotte giggled loudly, saying, “Well hello there Samantha. Do you normally walk around your house and greet people at the door like this?!
Samantha replied, giving Charlotte a quick hug and kiss, “Oh no, my dear. Only when I’m expecting my best friends. I just love being able to walk around my own home naked….it’s so liberating! You should try it. Follow me.”
So saying, Samantha turned and walked slowly down the hallway, swaying her hips and beautiful rolling buttocks in a most entrancing way with Charlotte in tow. Charlotte could hardly take her eyes away from this most pleasing sight!
Samantha led her into the kitchen-diner. “Why don’t you remove some of your clothing as well, Charlotte. It’s quite warm in here and it’s totally private. Whilst you’re undressing I’ll pop the kettle on for some coffee.”
She turned and walked over to the worktop, again affording Charlotte another glimpse of her beautifully full, rounded haunches. Charlotte breathed in deeply and licked her lips, beginning to feel somewhat aroused by this lovely vision of feminine flesh! Slowly, Charlotte quickly divested herself of her outer clothing, bra and knickers, and then strolled around the kitchen in just her black suspender belt and matching stockings, enjoying the naughtiness of being virtually naked.
Samantha gazed at her friend with a look of undisguised lust. “Oh Charlotte, you do look so ‘sexy’ like that! Black suits you. It contrasts wonderfully with your long blonde hair and soft creamy complexion.”
“Thank you, Samantha. You look wonderful as well. Your seamed stockings and red suspender belt look rather fetching and frame your bottom to perfection.” replied Charlotte, feeling a surge of naughty anticipation surge through her.
They sat down at the table sipping their coffee and chatting animatedly about nothing of major consequence, until they finished their coffee. Samantha stood up and took the mugs to the sink to rinse them. Charlotte followed and stood next to her.
As she affectionately, and gently caressed Samantha’s bare bottom cheeks, she said, “Thank you so much for inviting me to your house again, Samantha. I love being in your company. I really enjoyed my visit last weekend. It was so exciting!”
“Mmmmh!” murmured Samantha, appreciating the gentle caresses and the feel of Charlotte’s warm hand stroking her naked cheeks. “I rather enjoyed it too. Let’s see what we can get up today shall we?”
“Oh yes!” giggled Charlotte. “Let’s!”
Charlotte helped Samantha dry up the mugs and then helped her put them away in a low cupboard beneath the sink, providing Charlotte with another superb, but different view of Samantha’s lovely bottom and long elegant legs as she bent over.
“Isn’t it lovely …all this, walking around virtually naked, just us, all alone?” commented Samantha.
“Ohhh, it’s perfect. It’s what we were born for I reckon!” Charlotte replied, with a giggle.
“It’s really very naughty….and…… I just love being naughty!” chuckled Samantha, with a wicked gleam in her eyes, waggling her bottom.
Charlotte didn’t need any further prompting to this unvoiced request. “Oh, do you now? Well, you know what naughty girls get! Bend over the kitchen worktop right now, young lady! I’m going to spank your naughty little bottom.” said Charlotte in a mock stern voice.
“We know each other so well, don’t we? I knew I would only have to say ‘naughty’ a few times!” said Samantha.
“Yes we do rather, but that is probably typical of the spanking minded people we have both become over the years!” laughed Charlotte.
Samantha immediately complied, draping herself across the worktop, her arms spread out in front of her, presenting her naked bottom to perfection.
Charlotte gazed down at Samantha’s beautiful curves. She’d never spanked anyone before, but she had often fantasised about doing so. Tentatively she raised her hand and gently slapped Samantha’s right cheek…. smack!
“Ummh, that feels rather nice!” thought Charlotte as she watched Samantha’s soft flesh ripple and rebound from the smack.
She delivered another similar smack to Samantha’s left cheek… smack! … again relishing the feel of her hand meeting Samantha’s gorgeous bottom. She continued to gently slap the willingly offered rump, feeling more and more aroused by the sound, sight and feel, as a pale pink blush started to spread across both of Samantha’s cheeks.
Smack! Smack! Smack! Smack! Smack! Smack!
Samantha just stood there bent across the worktop, enjoying the attention with her eyes closed. She felt very relaxed. After a while, she opened her eyes to look at Charlotte, watching her hand rise and fall as it continued to spank her. She found the vision of this beautiful young blonde woman administering a gentle spanking truly arousing. However, as the spanking continued she gradually started to crave harsher treatment. Although she was a Domme by nature, occasionally she felt the need to abdicate all responsibility and control, and be properly spanked. Unfortunately she had had so few opportunities to do so, being a headmistress. Now that she had befriended Charlotte, she had her chance to indulge herself.
Still gazing at Charlotte, Samantha said, “This will only happen here, when I am Samantha, never at school as headmistress, or your Mistress….NOW….Please will you spank me much harder Charlotte. Don’t hold back! Make it really sting and make me cry out! I’m a naughty girl!”
Charlotte was slightly taken aback. She was thinking, “This woman, who had spanked her hard on several occasions and regularly dispensed spankings, slipperings and canings to numerous girls at school, was actually asking her to spank her properly. Gosh! What a reversal of roles! Can I manage to do it and please her?”
Taking a deep breath, Charlotte raised her hand higher and brought it down as hard as she could muster with a loud SMACK! Samantha gave a little gasp and raised her right leg slightly in response.
“Was that OK, Samantha?”asked Charlotte in a slightly anxious voice, thinking that she might have overstepped the mark.
“Oh yes, Charlotte, that was lovely, although you might wish to spank me even harder. I shan’t mind!”
Feeling relieved by this response, Charlotte started to relax into her new and novel role as a ‘spanker of bottoms’. She delivered a series of hefty wallops to Samantha’s now reddening buttocks, using her whole body to add weight to the smacks… SMACK! SMACK! SMACK!
“Gosh! This is really stinging my hand! What must Samantha’s bottom be feeling like?” thought Charlotte as she continued to give Samantha’s bottom a real walloping. By now Samantha was starting to emit little yelps and her bottom was beginning to dance around in most alluring fashion. Getting into her role, Charlotte started to punctuate her smacks with verbal comments,
“Yeeeouch! Oh yes, Miss. I’m a very naughty girl!”
“Oh yes, Samantha, you really are a naughty girl!” SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK!
Throughout this onslaught, Samantha yelped loudly, her bottom wriggling around, and bouncing up and down on the worktop. What a wonderful sight! It had been exciting enough to watch Samantha spank the girls at school, but this surpassed Charlotte’s wildest expectations. For the first time she was the one actually doing the spanking and it really, really felt good!
Charlotte continued walloping away as vigorously as she could, but finally her arm tired and her hand started to sting atrociously. Pain was overcoming her pleasure. She stopped and started to caress Samantha’s now very hot and reddened cheeks. As Samantha lay panting across the worktop, her legs parted slightly. Charlotte could see moisture glistening around her swollen pussy lips. She gently ran her fingers over it and up the valley between Samantha’s cheeks. Samantha moaned in pleasure.
“Would you like me to continue caressing you down there, Samantha?” enquired Charlotte.
“Mmmh! Nice as that would be, I think I would like to delay my pleasure until I have spanked your naughty little bottom!”
“If that is what you desire, Samantha, I would be very happy for you to spank me,” Charlotte responded in a husky voice. Although her own pussy was also already very wet and swollen with desire, she too craved to feel the sting of a well-applied spanking across her own bottom again.
The two girls quickly changed places, Charlotte’s awaiting bottom now bent invitingly across the worktop so recently occupied Samantha’s. The worktop felt very warm and wet to her tummy.
Samantha lovingly stroked Charlotte’s bottom, savouring its every contour. As she did so, she enquired, “So Charlotte, how did you find spanking my bottom?”
“It’s the first time I’ve ever had the opportunity to spank anyone. It was most exciting. I loved it! Charlotte replied. “I can see now why you enjoy spanking the girls so much, not to mention mine!”
“Yes, spanking is rather fun, although perhaps not for most of the girls I have to deal with!” she said, with a chuckle.
After a short pause, Charlotte hesitantly asked, “I don’t suppose, Samantha, that you would let me actually spank some of the girls sent to you for punishment? I could help to lighten your load.”
Samantha continued to caress Charlotte’s bottom as she considered the request. “Well, I’ll have to think about your request carefully. I can see some potential advantages in delegating some of the punishments to you, although it’s something I may have to run past the School’s governors. You would also need some training, which I could provide if they are happy with the idea. Anyway, it’s the weekend Charlotte. Enough of school business. Warming up your lovely bottom is much more important at the moment!”
So saying, she abruptly stopped stroking Charlotte’s soft succulent flesh and, still very aroused by her own recent spanking, she commenced spanking Charlotte’s bottom. Unlike Charlotte, she didn’t waste time slowly building up to harder spanks. Right from the word go, she smacked hard, filling the kitchen with the sound of loud slaps and Charlotte’s loud yelps which echoed around the large space… SMACK! SMACK! SMACK!
Samantha spanked, as she always did, with a will, but Charlotte just loved every moment! She continued for some time until her urge to spank Charlotte had been at least temporarily satisfied.
As Samantha finally stopped walloping Charlotte, she bent down and placed a kiss on each cheek before running her fingers up between Charlotte’s legs, which parted easily to her touch.
“Oh good!” Samantha exclaimed. “You’re wet as well. Let’s go and play on the staircase. The bannister needs a thorough clean!”
Charlotte turned her head around from her bent over position looking a bit nonplussed. “What do you mean, ‘the bannister needs a thorough clean’?!”
Samantha giggled and grabbed Charlotte’s hand, pulling her to her feet, “You’ll see! Follow me.”
They ran together giggling into the hallway, their bottoms and bossoms bouncing beautifully as they did so. Samantha instructed Charlotte to wait at the foot of the stairs and went up a few steps. She lifted her right leg over the bannister, stradling it and entwining her stockinged legs around the upright ballisters. She then proceeded to ride the bannister rail like a jockey, grinding her pussy into the rail, her bottom pumping up and down in a most obscene fashion
She was very excited knowing that her dear friend would be looking at her pussy as she rode the rail. Charlotte was excited too standing just below Samantha, watching her friend’s bottom pump up and down, and pussy grinding on the rail.
“Oh Samantha, Your bottom is so well presented like that. It’s a shame you haven’t got a riding crop to help whip yourself into a gallop! I’m loving the way you push your bottom up and down, bobbing away faster and faster,” said Charlotte sexily.
“Then I will exaggerate my actions for you, sweetheart,” smiled Samantha as she turned her head to gaze down at Charlotte from her mount.
“Mmmmm, please do!” encouraged Charlotte.
“Why not join me? I know that you are already well-lubricated, so it shouldn’t take you long to bring yourself off!”
Charlotte needed no further encouragement, and quickly mounted the rail below Samantha.
Then like two horses, they were off! Bottoms bobbing, pussies grinding, one watching eagerly, the other showing herself off just as eagerly….moans from both adding to the erotically charged atmosphere.
Tits bounced, buttocks wobbled, pussies squelched to orgasm, as they rode the bannister as if in the Grand National…both orgasmed together, quite heroically!
They swapped places several times so that each could enjoy the view of the other as they rode themselves to orgasm several more times before they finally felt satiated.
They left the to dry on its own. As the day passed, they would enjoy the naughty sticky reminder. Then calmly, almost as if the gallop had not happened, they polished the stairs before proceeding on to the landing at the top of the stairs.
After riding the bannister rail to orgasm, our two delightful young friends continued cleaning the stairs. They finally reached the top at a window overlooking the garden where they had hung Samantha’s knickers on the washing line during Charlotte’s previous visit last weekend. After cleaning the window, they stood side by side quietly looking out at the scene for some time, both feeling as though they were in a dream.
However, despite their earlier exploits in the kitchen and on the stairs, they both still felt a strong, almost insatiable urge for just a little more fun. Turning to Charlotte, Samantha took her arm and gently led her to the bannister rail at the top of the stairs, bent her over it and started caressing her bottom. Charlotte made no attempt to resist her friend’s actions. She pushed her bottom out, willing Samantha to spank her again. And spank her she did in the half lit corridor of the atmospheric Victorian house in which Samantha lived. Smacks and sexy little yelps filled the air. Samantha could not have been more focussed on the task of smacking her beautiful friend’s full ripe bottom, whilst Charlotte draped over the bannister rail was in pure ecstasy, the heat in her buttocks rapidly building to a raging fire in her groin as she edged closer and closer to orgasm.
After Charlotte’s orgasm had waned, they reversed their roles, it was Samantha’s turn for a spanking orgasm.
It was now late afternoon and both felt exhausted, but extremely happy and totally satisfied. They stood together, in their favourite position, the only sounds were a clock ticking, and them breathing….
The other 300+ are in the PHOTO SETS section, (it got full!)
I have a mate with a cafe, one day I borrowed it and shot two videos. One was all about a naughty waitress, the other was about two schoolgirls who got caught stealing….
Here are a few photos to tempt you!
In one, I acted as the cafe owner, and spanked them. In the other I was a customer, and watched.
Charlotte said I got a bit carried away on her bottom…and sulked…then said she loved it ”cos it was really real!”
Don’t naughty girls look cute?
Here was my days work tempting and teasing me, before their spanking.
Oooooh the naughty girls asked for it! I mean, who could resist but make it as real as they could? With these wiggling and begging for a jolly good spanking!
I can assure you that they both got what naughty girls deserve! In the video I called their school after getting their names from the books in their school bag. The Headmistress, Miss Black came down. She spanked them first.
Here they are after the shoot, thanking her for their lovely spankings!
I got kisses an the cheeks too! So of course I kissed the naughty girls cheeks, both on their face and their bottoms! Always a gentleman!