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.
Josy
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.
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.
The spanking is over, and Lady Kenworthy has decided on corner time.
She told the naughty nurse to put her hands on her head and stand by the window, so she could study the height of her bottom from the floor.
“Hmmmm, turn around, and bend over.”
“Yes Mistress.”
“Hmm, that is no good, I want your bottom clearly on show.” Said an annoyed Lady Kenworthy. “Turn around again…let me think.”
“Maybe if I get on the pouffet?” Volunteered Charlotte.
“Good idea, it sounds like you want your naughty red bottom on show!” Smiled Lady Kenworthy.
“Yes Mistress, I do, very much.” Blushed Charlotte. “If you want an honest answer! I have wanted to meet someone like you all my life!”
Lady Kenworthy smiled a particularly disarming smile. “Then I think I have an idea, I have some friends coming around soon. I think you will like them. Let’s get you up there and on show, up you get, bend over and look out of the window, when you see a black Audi pull up, wait for the doors to open. They will look up, because I always greet them with a wave and then go to boil the kettle…when I am fit. Smile at them, then turn around, and put your spanked bottom to the window.”
Charlotte waited excitedly.
“Oh, here they are Mistress.” Said Charlotte, ready to turn and present her bare red bottom to complete strangers….her pussy twitched at the thought.
“Push it to them! Present it!”
“Yes Mistress.”
The four women got out of the car, and walked to the window, to admire the view of a freshly spanked, bare, wiggling bottom. They squealed and giggled together and went to the back door of the cottage.
Kate, Liv, Stephanie and Amber walked in.
“Hello girls, I think I have found our spanking pet….Charlotte, whatever you are paid as a nurse, I will quadruple, if you agree to come and live in, as my maid…my very naughty maid, who agrees to corporal punishment and humiliation.” She turned to Charlotte. “What do you say?”
Charlotte turned, and smiled.
“When can I start Mistress?” She purred.
“You already have!” Replied Lady Kenworthy.
And so it begins….
This is the end of Charlotte’s introduction, there is lots more to come.
This is going to go on a while, and I will dip into it when I feel nostalgic, probably as I am sat in my study, with a glass of fine vintage port, and a grand crackling log fire.
Talking of fires! Click here…
There used to be a photo of me here, but I removed it.
Come and sit with me, let’s enjoy each other’s company. I am not to be trusted…::sigh::….if you are a woman, and you sit on my knee as I tell you stories, I will no doubt pat your bottom, and my hand wander. It is best to know that now, if you do not like that idea, then sit and enjoy my gentlemanly hospitality in the chair matching mine, before you, opposite me….sit down, please.
If you are a man, sit with me, my girls will join us from time to time.
If you are a submissive feminine man, who dresses as a girl, then sit at my feet, where you belong, dressed in frills….oh come on! You know you love it!
I have a rather large boxer dog, Buster. Do not stare him in the eyes, let him come to you. Once he has, stroke him, he will be friendly, and you can walk safely anywhere. If you make the first move, he will snarl, and utter a low long growl. Stop! Instantly. Leave him to it. Do not move again…I will not be responsible for your death. You have been warned.
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Time line….today is 17th Jan, 2022
I was born in 1951, a kinder time. People were not snooping with cameras to try to get money for publically disgracing people. Secrets were kept. Get rich quick by fucking in reality t.v. did not exist. Better times? I think so, but feel free to disagree….you have your own choices and I respect them. Like conscientious objectors, or anti vaxxers….your choice. You are still welcome. Same with colour or religion, creed or sexuality, I honestly don’t give a fuck. Whoever you are, if you like spanking, you are welcome.
I do not know where you are from, but here in England we have two T.V. Programmes that sum up my early surroundings in the Derbyshire Dales and Towns. A vet programme, called ‘All Creatures Great and Small.’ And a series of stories set in London…’Call the Midwife’.
They reflect the kinder, slower paced time my life started in.
I was a teenager in the ‘Swinging Sixties’….had a blast!
I reached maturity in the Internet age.
Spanking has always been in my life. I love it, I am consumed by it, I am obsessed with it, and the female bottom. I have my own studio, and lots of of other places to shoot in with my girls….as you know. But how did I get here?
How presumptuous of me to think that anyone cares? Maybe it is just you?
In my mind you are a beautiful young woman, intrigued by me and my blog. You knock on my door, I speak…”You have read thus far my dear, I would like you to leave your knickers and any inhibitions at the door, and come and sit on my knee. I love the tiny little kilt type skirt and black hold ups…very nice.”
You nestle on my knee, in a wiggly sort of way, my manhood is erect. “Hmm, it is probably time to say hello to Mr.Tom. He has a mind of his own, I do not stick up for him and his behaviour. He has done that on his own all my life, often when I wish he had not stirred in tight trousers, even at a young age…he had his own ideas…
It is 1961, I am ten, my short trousers are at my ankles, so too are my pants, my masturbation technique then was to push and grind into the carpet. In my hand are two toy soldiers, one is a Viking with a spear, the other a cowboy in spats….to me, the latter is a girl with a bare bottom. My reflected bottom bobbing up and down in the reflective concave surface of an electric fire, is hers….at that age I wanted to be a girl and be spanked. It did not last ever so long, by 15 I was spanking my first proper girlfriend with a plimsol, her in school uniform. Minutes earlier she had asked…”What would you do to me if you were my teacher and I was a naughty girl?”
She was finding out.
Briefly, let me fill in the missing years…
Lucy was on t.v. Getting spanked every Saturday tea time. Me and my brothers, there were five of us, had comics….every week without fail a girl got spanked. On the t.v. Was Jimmy Edwards in ‘Whacko!’, and Billy Bunter was caned on the screen every Sunday. I saw spankings at school, I saw canings at school, I had seen spankings at the bus stop, in shops, on a train and in the parks…in short like the letter ‘i’ in spanking…..I was surrounded by it, I did not have a chance.
Minnie the Minx was my favourite comic character…
The annual was always eagerly waited for and read st Christmas, as this naughty girl about to play in her knickers any minute now, shows why! The photo is supplied by one if my contributors, Roy Tersley.
‘I Love Lucy’, was my favourite T.V. Programme…A film about her life is being made. I will look forward to that!
And Jimmy Edwards! Who could forget him!!
I was surrounded by it in the lovely old house I lived in too! A girl of my age each side of me, one ot number 15, one at number 11. Yep, I lived in number thirteen, and I have been struck by lightening too. But I feel lucky.
Number 11 was like going back in time…strange people, with strange names. It was the first place I saw a girls red sore spanked bottom in corner time. I went round with my mum for something, on entering the ‘back kitchen’, there she was whimpering in embarrassment..”see what being naughty gets you D**** your beloved Asa can see your red bottom, it serves you right too! And don’t you dare rub!”
Today is 26th Jan. 2022….I continue
This is pretty much what I saw, I can picture it now. I often do.
Number 15, above me had another girl, Mrs.T’s daughter, ‘P’. She was a tear away as they called them then. A delinquent I suppose, she got into lots of trouble and at 16 or so, the Police brought her home for putting street lights off, not going to school for a while, and shoplifting.
We used to talk, she was a nice enough looking girl, quite plump, and I am more than happy with plump!….but a real bag of trouble for her mum. I remember that my bedroom had a wall adjoining hers. We used to share a ‘fag’ at our bedroom windows. On a few summer nights I climbed out, we sat on the coal house roof, and had a cuddle and the odd inexperienced fumble. Could I live anywhere better, at a better time? NO!
I was not a good boy, but knew not to steal, although I did once and got caned at school, on my bottom…4 strokes. The shopkeeper caught me, got my name off a schoolbook and rang the school up. It was only a couple of ‘Penny Arrows’ but I paid a very painful price for them.
I was polite, a nice boy. I got into scrapes, lots of them, but a clip around the ear was usually enough.
The girl next door, P got worse and worse. Building up to the Police visit.
Before that, I heard her get spanked a few times. My Mum took me to one side once, she could see that the squealing from next door had upset me. I was an emotional boy. She told me she was very naughty and spiteful, and deserved a spanking…lots of them probably.
The fact that she was naughty, made everything alright in my mind!
Her mum was a jolly woman, and kind looking. When P was little she had a lovely childhood. We all seemed to, I was out playing, making dens, playing footy etc around eight or nine hours a day in the summer, coming back mucky, famished, and tired….ready for the next day.
When she reached her teenage years, she came off the rails, the swinging sixties made her rebel I think.
Her mum got a cane, I understand that she got it via the Women’s Institute, great instructors on the punishment of naughty girls! Here is the nearest photo I can find to match them, a good 70% accurate.
Quite matter of factly, my mum told me of its arrival. It was no big deal, our threat was an evil looking strap, kept in my mum and dads bedroom. My best mate had a cane above the hallway door… To deter bad behaviour. They only had to reach for them and most of us would behave…but not the girl at number 15. I heard it used maybe fifteen times? Never counted. I could tell by the bed time shouting! I used to open my window to listen…and masturbate.
As regards the W.I. And spanking, I write of it at length in ‘The Glory Days of Spanking.’ Click here…
By far the worst was the night of the Police. I am pretty sure they stayed, but that could be a truck of the mind. I asked my brother, and he said they did, to witness it and prevent prosecution.
I can recall vividly the swishes, the cracks, the squeals, the shouting and admonishment. It’s hard to be exact….but I honestly believe it was closer to twenty strokes than ten.
She ended up going to a special school. But that did not matter…my first real girlfriend moved into my life. She was sex mad and liked spanking. I am not saying our ages!! Let’s just say we were teenagers and sexed up to the eyes!
My finger tips were constantly wrinkled! They spent so many hours inside her. I grew to love fingering, and it is still a great favourite now.
But it was ‘R’ who got the first real spanking I ever gave. It changed me, I knew by then that I loved it. But it sort of affected my brain. I think someone tattooed bottoms inside my eyelids on that day, I see them every time I blink now…well almost!
Let me set the scene for you…
I was madly in love, we both were. It was Wuthering Heights! Strong, total, mind blowing. She came to me later in life again, as a client! Isn’t that something? That was mind blowing too. Good old ‘Friends Reunited’!!!
We met after school, almost every day, and back to my house or hers. Our Mums and Dads loved it…so intense for their age!
Some days we went to the Wimpey Bar instead…which doubled as a code word for Mums out…fancy a shag?
I remember it so well, I have gone mushy thinking of it. Sat before a coal fire, her in school uniform, me in mine. Her school skirt right up, tits out, knickers being stretched between her knees, her with my cock in her hand, my fingers delving in moist, warm heaven. We climaxed….and then, she said…
“Naughty aren’t we? Me and you xxhugxx…what would you do if I did something naughty? Really bad?”
I told her I would spank her.
She said, “…go on then, like you would if it was real.”
I gave her a right good spanking, by hand, and her plimsol! She cried but LOVED IT. That was the day I found out that fucking from behind is quite a turn on for a woman.
You will think I am making this up…but I am not. She had a sister ‘B’ who came home to find us partially dresse. ‘R’ said, Asa has just spanked me.
She said…”Lucky you!” So I did…yep, I spanked her sister too, then….you can believe this or not, all three of us ended up in bed. ‘B’ made tea and biscuits! How English…we talked spanking, fucked, fingered, licked and sucked.
BLOODY HELL eh?
This was my first spanking fantasy girl…Petula Clark!
This went on for years, until she went to University. She became a teacher, they both did. They taught me a lot…her sister was my Mrs.Robinson. Only two year older than me…but, as they said back then, it was cosmic.
I got a job, as an apprentice fitter in a huge engineering works. Crane hooks bigger than my head, I could put my fist through the chain links. We had won the World Cup! I had money…I was handsome and knew it. I was a mod, with a suit, a parka, wranglers and a Lambretta 175Gt painted red white and blue.
Trust me girls! I was fucking irresistible!
For my summer holidays I worked in bars in a place called Newquay. I was high as a kite, sexed up to the eyelids and gave girls more poke than a typewriter keyboard in a typist office! And spanked and spanked and spanked!
To cut a long story short…I grew up and got married. I am still married to my gal! I cannot say what happened, except that earlier in life some bastardised fucking twat of a man ruined her…inside her head. I found out after my wedding day. I loved her then, I love her now. But at the age of fifty I found myself crying to a counsellor. She (my wife) understood me, I understood her. We agreed that I could follow my spanking dream. It saved everything. My silver lining to a very dark cloud.
And it grew, and grew….into an obsession.
Forget all that, let’s fast forward, to me, early fifties, successful. And starting up a spanking service for naughty girls!
16th Feb 2022
…continued
I will tell you more about how I started with my clients, but first, read this. I have mixed a lot of clients together, and made a visit for you to read about…
