This was one such day.

I understand about caress, sweet words, seduction and taking my time. Giving is fabulous, but some days I need a slut to fuck selfishly and hard.

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“Strip down to your stockings and lay flat on the bench, the only words you say today are to answer my questions….understood?”

“Yes Mr.Jones.”

“I am going to greet my guests, stay there.”

“Yes Mr.Jones.”

Ten minutes pass as I meet and greet two couples who asked to meet a pain slut. I walk back in….”Stand up you dirty little bitch, back against the Saint Andrew’s Cross.”

“Yes Mr.Jones.”

“You want pain, don’t you….slut.”

“Yes Mr Jones.”

“You are a dirty little slave girl who needs to be used…aren’t you?”

“Yes Mr.Jones, I am.”

I ask the ladies to put pegs on her nipples and pussy lips.

“Say thank you to to nice ladies, thank them for the pain.”

“Thank you for the pegs on my cunt and nipples ladies, they hurt, and I love it…really love it….thank you.”

“Gentlemen, pull the pegs, twist them, pinch them hard together, make her yelp like a puppy.”

“Ooooh yes, hurt my tits, smack them, pull the pegs…oooooh owwww owe oww…yes …thank you Mr.Jones thank you!”

“Turn around and show them your bottom, open your legs wide!”

“Yes Mr.Jones…ohh yes!”

I give the guests latex gloves and oil…”Please….do as you like, rough, fast and hard….you love it don’t you, you city bitch…beg for it, go on…BEG!!”

“Finger my bum….finger my cunt, spank me, call me dirty names, spit on me, pull the pegs, hurt me…please….God yes…..use me, use me for Mr.Jones!”

They did. The ladies said some really dirty stuff, they loved it. I promised not to use the photos of them doing it. But you can see customers on other pages.

“Follow me slut!”

We take her from the cross and get her up against a stool, the guests fondled her…alllll over! She loved it with her legs wide apart.

We all told her what a dirty whore she was, a filthy bitch who wanted to show herself….she was bobbing about….uncontrollably, she was so turned on!

“Look at her cunt Ladirs and Gentlemen, her juices are dripping.”

We all crouch to see the slut’s torment. “Don’t touch her now, she is absolutely desperate for fingers to probe, for cunts to lick, and cocks to suck. Aren’t you….you dirty bitch.”

“Yes Mr.Jones…yes, yes, yes.”

We watch as it drips and splatters on the floor.

She was so excited that she shook, she trembled and moaned deliriously. I ordered her not to move…but to listen, and answer.

“Thousands and thousands of people look at my photos slut, men will be wanking, wishing they were fucking and using you. Women will be fingering their cunts saying all sorts of things…calling you names like trash, worthless cunt, tart, and much worse…do you like that?”

“Yes Mr.Jones, it is what I want, what I need, I am a filthy piece of trash who wants to be used and shown. I want to be humiliated.”

“What are you?”

“A slut Mr.Jones.”

“What are you in the day?”

“A teacher Mr.Jones!”

“If only they knew what you were, what you are….a slut.”

“You are a naughty teacher…you need punishing.”

“Yes Mr.Jones”

It was like turning a tap on up her cunt, it ran freely, trickling out faster and faster.

I changed her position, the visitors all masturbated as they talked pure filth, she said much worse back. I lit a candle..the mood was lust…dirty, filthy lust. The room was full of it as each orgasmed in turn. Knickers were stretched, so to were pussy lips. Foreskins were back as spunk shot in huge spurts.

I took her to a desk and bent her over. “What do you need slut…what does your bottom crave pain slut?”

“A long hard caning Mr Jones. Make me squeal Mr.Jones, punish me Sir….please Sir…please, please cane me!”

Oh how she pushed Up for it!!! How that plump bottom begged for pain!

I picked up my finest dragon cane and floggrd her buttocks fast and hard, between her screams were the unmistakable sounds of pleasure as she otgasmed from pain.

The visitors left, satisfied.

I stripped naked, my manhood swayed from side to side as I moved towards her, it’s magnificent proud purple head glistening in pre cum. I gripped her hips and with no finess I fucked her cunt mercilessly. It was like a hand milking me hard, I swear it true…her cunt gripped my shaft like a fist, in what seemed like three vibrating spirals her filthy whore cunt wrapped itself round my shaft and in pulses, drained every drop of spunk from my body.

She almost passed out, her eyes rolled as she howled like a wolf and had the most vigorous multi orgasm of her life.

The day after, my cock had a bruise…..all down the left side. I kid you not.

Asa

You will notice that the photography in the story changes on a Friday! You can find out and why here…

…https://www.spanking-emporium.co.uk/spanking-emporium/?p=24731

Here is a not so subtle clue!

And in week two, (all photos taken) our three favourite naughty girls get bullied, and oh my….does the bully pay!

God! I am soooooo good to you lot!

Asa

To see the rest of Roy’s wonderful contributions to my site, click on ‘Links and Contributors’ in the main menu at the top of this page…..go to ‘contributors’, and then scroll down to find him.

This set shows another punishment for our naughty Christmas Elves.

I detailed the first few punishments of Pixie and Trixie, after being sent to me by Santa, then their next batch of punishments were seen in the gallery and sets, now we are at this Christmas….and I have received a serious message…

It seems that they found swapping a vibrator for the intended Christmas Gift from a Bishop to a Lady Priest very amusing……it has caused quite a stir!

“You naughty elves! Bend over! Roy, would you go to the http://Ouch.uk.com chest of implements and bring a selection to use on their naughty bottoms please? And your camera of course, and don’t forget the mystery item..”

“On my way!” Comes an excited, cheerful reply from Roy!

Have you been wondering what the mystery item is? Well, very cleverly in this sequence of photos, Roy has let a vaulting horse creep in almost unnoticed, can you see the light on the varnished wood? Look up again, it has been there all the time.

“Right, you are now both getting a damn good caning! It is one thing doing silly pranks, but messing about with presents? Really!?!?? You are messing about with every principle that Santa has set, you are toying with the ‘Spirit of Christmas’, brace yourselves!”

THWACK! ….’Owwwwwwwwwwoooooooooooh!!!’

THWACK!….’Yeeeeeeeeeoooooooooowwwwwwwww!”

THWACK! ……’Oooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooh!’

THWACH! …’Yiiiiiiieeeeeeeeeeooooooowwwwwwwwwwooooooohhhh!’

THWACK! …..’Ooooh Ooooooooh Oooooooooowwwwwwwooooowowow!’

SWIIIIIISH THWACK! …..’Ooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooo!!!’

SWIIIIISH THWOPPPP! ..’Ohhhhoooooooooooowwwwwowowowowwww!”

CRRRRAAAAACK! ……’Ohhh God! Owwwwwwoooohhh my bottom my bottom, stop stop no more….please I’m sorry I’m sorry!’

‘No…no…no…no more please!’ THWOOOOOPPPPPPP!! …’Aaaaaaaaaaaiiiiiieeeeoooowwwwooooooohhhhowowowowowowow!!!!”

‘Me to, me tooooo! No, no no nooooooo!’ THWAAAAACK!! …..’Yeeeeeeeooooowwwwwwwwwwwwoooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooohhhhhhhhh!!!’

Roy had one cane, I had another ….we filled the halls with the sound of rattan, screams rang merrily on high, Christmas embers burned in buttocks as they both finished with a ding dong of a thrashing!

“Now both of you stand there, you can show all the good boys and girls what it is like to be naughty!!”

“And there is news for you two! Trixie….Pixie…you are NOT going back to the North Pole, you are both going to spend a whole year with Miss Kenworthy! At Saint Helena High School for Wayward Girls and Elves!!!!”

“Merry Christmas one and all….and eh, Roy…remember Marleys Ghost That haunted Scrooge? In a few years from now me and you will be drifting the skies draped in canes, tawses, plimsolls, birches, slippers, straps and bloody all sorts!”

Asa

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Continued…

“Right!….” There was a deliberate pause for effect. “Let’s get those bottoms presented in a different way shall we? Is this lesson starting to sink in to those cheeks? Hmmmm?”

‘Sniff, yes Miss.’ Said Charlotte quietly.

‘Sniff, yes Miss.’ Said Samantha subduedly..

‘Sniff, yes Miss.’ Whispered Stephanie submissively.

“Very good, now, hands on heads! Walk to the other side of the form and face the wall.” Instructed a very strict sounding Mrs.Pollard.

The three red bare bottomed girls did as instructed, and stood there sniffing and whimpering.

“Hands down! Keep them clasped at your midriff, shoulders back, chins up….look smart!” Bellowed Mrs.Pollard.

The secretary was now at the keyhole, her knickers at her ankles and skirt up around her waist…..gently toying with her swollen pussy lips and clitoris. She had the view that you have, right now.

“Now sit down.”

“Further back please, I want your bottoms poking out to me.” Ordered Mrs.Pollard.

Obligingly, yet sensitively on the hard cold wood, which felt as if it pushed up to greet them, the girls shuffled into their spanking positions.

“That will do nicely, now bend forward!”

The three naughty red bottoms were now correctly positioned to Mrs.Pollard’s satisfaction, and ready for their final onslaught, which lasted a good fifteen minutes…

Mrs.Pollard sat down, out of breath. The secretary had one last gushing orgasm and moved back to her chair. She listened to the final magnificent reprimand of the sobbing girls, as she finished typing the letters to their parents.

Having been told they were a disgrace, that they had let themselves down, and we’re having all their house points removed. They were told to go and collect the letters to their parents, adding that they were suspended tor a week.

“Now listen! I know all of your parents very well indeed! They are coming to collect you now! They are humiliated, angry, ashamed and disgraced. I suspect that you are all in for another thrashing as soon as you get home! It damn well serves you all right, I hope you will not sit down for the week. IF ANYTHING LIKE THIS HAPPENS AGAIN, YOU WILL BE OVER THE VAULTING HORSE FOR A DOZEN OF THE CANE EACH! ON YOUR BARE BOTTOMS! Now pick up your knickers, put your hands and knickers on the top of your heads, and get out of my study you naughty, NAUGHTY GIRLS!”

Crying the trembling girls listened to their doom.

The girls stood and collected their knickers.

As instructed, they held them on their heads, and left, sobbing and wailing and in disgrace.

Mrs.Pollard left her final shot as they reached the study door…

“I do not mean for you to go to your classrooms! Your parents have already picked up your things and are waiting at the gate! They have slippers in their hands!

To much derision the girls made their way down the corridors, by all the other girls going home, and across the quadrangle.

Down the drive they went, still with hands still on their heads, and red, very sore red bottoms on show to everyone!

Each were dragged by the ear, heads low down, by their Daddies, with their bottoms stuck up high and bare, for a walk to their cars, and Mummies smacking their bottoms at every step, saying…”Just wait until we get you home!”

To be continued…

Asa

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…https://www.spanking-emporium.co.uk/spanking-emporium/?p=20133

Continued…

Kate punished at home for smoking.

After her punishment at school for smoking, the journey home on the bus was horrid, with the goody-goody girls making fun and saying what would happen when she got home. The looks from the older people did not help, especially some of the men who almost salivated at the thought.

Tentatively she walked through the door and got her latest naughty slip out..

“Oh no!! Not another!….what have you been up to now!” Asked Mummy.

She passed the note to Mummy and Daddy with a trembling hand…it was like a ticking bomb…

Five,

Four,

 Three,

    Two,

       One…

“SMOKING! BLOODY SMOKING! You naughty girl! Mummy, get the spanking bench out, I’ll fetch your brothers and sisters! Open the curtains wide, and the window too. Let the neighbours see and hear!”

With her grinning siblings standing in an arc, the distant noise of outdoor chatting filtering in, Kate got in position. Her father got a size ten slipper, whilst mummy got her size six. Then taking a cheek each, they whacked away for fifteen minutes, only stopping to change sides… twice!

More to come…

Asa