Monthly Archives: January 2022

Friday – Part Three

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The Friday evening masturbation session, behind her locked Study door continued. The fantasy in her mind of her masturbating before her favourite naughty girls continued…

In her mind’s eye she saw herself writhing on her study floor, (which she was doing in reality ), wildly fingering her pussy as the three girls giggled and made rude, naughty comments.

“Come on Mrs.Pollard, finger that wet cunt of yours until you cum you dirty bitch!”

“Oh look, see how she shuddered when you said that…she likes to be called names…come on you filthy whore, make yourself cum for us!” Giggled Stephanie.

“Oh yes I am!! Watch me, look at my cunt! What a dirty bitch I am!” She shouted.

“Watch you? Fuck that! We’ll join you!” Charlotte cried gleefully, and they all got down on the floor around her. Obviously, in her mind, they shouted exactly what she wanted to hear.

“Look at her bottom, how red it is!” Laughed Samantha. “Has naughty Mrs.Pollard been spanking?”

“Yes, yes, yes! I am a naughty girl like you, and need a spanking!” Mrs.Pollard confessed.

“Strewth! Look how fast her fingers are going in and out!” Observed Stephanie.

“Oh you mustn’t cum yet Mrs.Pollard! Go down on her Steph, tickle her clit with your tongue!” Urged on Charlotte.

Stephanie indeed did go down on her, and her tongue flicked back and forth on her stiff little clitotis, fast…making Mrs Pollard scream as the orgasm surged through her.

“Ooooooh ohhhhhhh, yes, yes, Ohhh my delicious naughty girls, watch me, watch me cummmmmm, mmmmmmm, mmmmmmMMMMMMM!!”

More to come…


Weekly highlight(s) – 2

Hello again, I have picked two of my photos that I want to spend more time on from this week, both from posts I have done for my section about the removal of knickers prior to a spanking, click here…

The first one is of Charlotte bending over for the cane, with Peter Birch suitably dressed as a fearsome Headmaster.

To make her bottom look as vulnerable as possible I stood her just before his feet, with her head further back than him. Her legs apart, and knees touching. I asked Peter to look powerful and menacing. You can almost hear her knees knocking. I also kept her close to him, almost intimately so.

In contrast, this one I took of Samantha with Karen over her knee is much more feminine. Look at Samantha’s beautiful face lost in anticipation, savouring the moment, not wanting to rush.

Let’s put our mind in the naughty girls head. Her tummy is pressing against the soft lap of her teacher, her skirt has just lifted, allowing a waft of cool air over her knickers, like whispering to her naughty bottom….’you knickers are coming down soon, for a bare bottom spanking….you naughty girl.’


And so it begins for Jean Marie…

A lovely, sexy, naughty friend I have on here is one of my contributors. Just click on ‘Links and Contributors’ and scroll down to ‘contributors’, to find on that to find what she has written for me.

I wish her well in her new venture….she has started a blog, I knew she would. She is far too good to be just a contributor for me. I am proud to have helped and inspired her. I wish her well.

Click here to see, it is in its infancy, but I think it is a little acorn just waking up!

She is now on my links page.

Good luck my naughty girl xxhugxx I wish you well….go and fly!


The Red Tennis Knickers – Part Three

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The Red Tennis Knickers – Part 3

Nancy had made the team with having played even with me. She was duly welcomed and couldn’t help an occasional rub when I visited her Frivolity Boutique. A few weeks later, she invited Jeremy and I for lunch on Sunday.

Jeremy had teased me into wearing a miniskirt. He even chose one I rarely wore because I felt it was too short. I had cut a few roses from my garden for our hostess, and Jeremy brought a bottle of French champagne. They warmly welcomed us and I was surprised by Nancy’s mini being shorter than mine. I was intrigued with by old belt without a buckle on the coffee table. She casually picked it up and took it to the kitchen with a surprising glint in her eyes.

After the apéritif I offered to help her in the kitchen, and couldn’t help a surprised and silent, “Oh!” when she had bent down to take the roast out of the oven. I had seen a wide reddish stripe across the back of her thighs.

Back around the table, I was surprised by the shrimp cocktails. Although decorated with salmon eggs, they looked supermarket made. Adam told with a matter-of-fact tone. “We should have had avocados with salmon eggs, but Miss Scatterbrain forgot the avocados. She of course tasted a good belting.” She blushed crimson and wriggled in her chair.

Jeremy mused. “A belting… Interesting… Josy has a history of speeding tickets, maybe I should…” He didn’t say more, it was enough for me to blush as a peony, and my glow felt even warmer as I imagined Jeremy applying his belt to my bare bottom…

A few days later at the tennis club, we were preparing for a major competition with a London club. Miss Davenport had turned into a sergeant major. She drilled us into various muscular exercises. On the grassy slope by the courts she had us do press-ups, legs up pedaling, and abdominal crunches. She also regularly threatened to use our sorority paddle. “A crimson bare butt paddling in front of the whole club might work wonders…”

Our tennis skirts are quite short and Nancy’s upper cheeks blushed as red as her lower ones when she exposed them with the toe touching exercises. I soon saw that she wasn’t the only girl to have displeased her hubby. Without another speeding ticket, Jeremy hadn’t had the opportunity to make good on his treat, but I had a feeling that I would soon be a member of that club.

I was about to dream of Jeremy unbuckling his belt while I was raising my miniskirt when Miss Martinet Davenport called us on the main court. “We have one of the official umpires visiting. Please welcome Miss Hildegard. We politely applauded. Nancy whispered, “She has a mustache!” I hushed, “She looks like a grizzly.” She announced, “Girls, we are going to have games as if on the day of the competition.”

Miss Davenport paired us. We all had to face a team member a touch above our league. For me it was Edith. She had a bitchy reputation. She also played like a bitch with systematically aiming for the sidelines.

After two controversial sidelines which weren’t spotted by Miss Grizzly Umpire, I exploded. “Its out! All of her sidelines were out! She deserves a red card! Then I overstepped the mark. “Do you need a pair of glasses?!”

She jumped down from her tall umpire chair and charged towards me blowing smoke. “I am going to give you a red card of my own!” She had me draped over the net with my bottom up in the air. She pulled my little skirt out of the way and yanked my frilly tennis knickers into my rear valley. I was virtually bare bottom in front of the whole team and a few more courts. She took one of my shoes and walloped my bum. I pedaled with each stroke. I couldn’t see how crimson she tanned my bottom, but I sure felt it. She obviously had plenty of experience and had me bawling like a school girl.

When she decided that I had enough, she pulled me up from the net, and both my hands flew under my short skirt to rub my incandescent derriere.

“For the games, next week, you will wear the red punishment knickers I’ll be giving you later. Everyone will understand that you have been a naughty girl , even if your bottom has mostly recovered its natural color.”

She allowed me to rematch. I was well motivated by my throbbing bum. I gave Edith a few of my best cannonballs. I had put my back and red derriere into them! I eliminated Miss Sidelines in one set.

Later, in the locker room after shower, Nancy teased, “There’s a pair of crocodiles eating your buns!”

“Huh! What?”

“She printed the Lacoste logo of your shoes on your butt!”

I was sure that she was teasing, but I looked. “I don’t see any crocs, but I feel long sharp teeth chewing it up!”

That night Jeremy and I had great horizontal gymnastic. I drifted into sleep thinking that there must be something about a hot bottom and…zzzzzz. Next day at the bank I was squirming in my seat.

To be continued.


To read more stories by ‘B’ click on links and Contributors, you will find a link to her blog, a few lines below the ‘Oaks and Pines’ badge.

There is a full elaborate, realistic, immersive spanking game for you there.

Click here….


Today’s shoot…Clara and Georgina, or Miss Evans and Miss Tanner?

In preparation for an upcoming chapter in ‘Up Skirt Evans’ I have shot a scene of when Miss Evans and Miss Tanner come back from a ride.

But if you recall, the idea came from me playing the Oaks and Pines Spanking Game. Where our character is being taught to ride by the head girl, Clara.

I imagined that Samantha was Clara, and of course, everyone knows that Georgina is Charlotte. We play her part together, I even spank her when she is spanked in the game.

We talked of it, and Charlotte was excited to be Georgina! “She is real! Ohh she is real! she shouted! It was a few years after school, and still as friends, they go riding…

Some super stuff in this shoot, all will be revealed.