For a lot of you, this will not be the most exciting set I have done, but to me, there is something atmospherically sexy, and special about them. Probably because of the fact that I spanked her soon after taking them, and knowing how good her bottom looks in open back drawers, which she is wearing underneath the outfit. The outfit is from original patterns, so she looks exactly as a maid would have…right down to the bloomers and vintage boots.

I was going to put them at intervals in ‘The Inveigle’, click here…

…https://www.spanking-emporium.co.uk/spanking-emporium/?p=24086

Instead, I am putting them all together.

A note on submissive Kate.

She is a sweet gentle woman, who loves to serve and be spanked. A soft voice, witty and charming. A really lovely girl, perfect as my studio maid. Her baby is a real beauty, a beautiful smiling boy with a mop of hair…at the front anyway! She is back in action, and you will be seeing her soon.

It is also a tribute to one of the Victorian corners in my old studio….::sigh::…

It still seems fresh and strange saying that..my old studio, bless it, it served me well and created many memories. But here I am, signed up to a new one, and with other new places to shoot in. A lot of work yet, but I am looking forward to my NEW studio. A new stage of my life. It should be pipe, slippers, good port, and relaxing hobbies at my age….but fuck that!

You might wonder as to why there are bits of rope and stuff lying around in the photos. Well, ::smile:: I tie her up in disgusting positions to spank her!

My new studio, I wonder what I can find out about the old mill building, and what corners does it have hiding? Will it too have a ghost? Hope it, well…he or she is as nice as the old one, perhaps he (the old one) might follow me there…hope so! I miss him. When I was in the creaky old place it was a bit scary, but having a nice friendly ghost to chat to was nice, he kept me company.

Asa Jones Spanking Emporium, version Three. This will be my last studio I reckon.

Asa

To read the rest, click here…

…https://www.spanking-emporium.co.uk/spanking-emporium/?p=27430

…continued

The crowd of girls looking on could hardly believe their ears, in two ways.

Firstly, the magic words of ‘let’s get these jeans down’ in a commanding tone from the Captain.

But what pleased their ears the most, was the little girl way, this haughty, bossy, woman who always has an air of, ‘I am better than you’, was reacting to her spanking.

Music to their ears.

“Nooooooo, no no no no! NO! HOW DARE YOU! Noooooo! They will all see my bottom!” Cried Jocelyn, somewhat delightfully.

All to no avail, as the vice like grip of this mighty man, easily held her wriggling hips and bottom in place. His other hand soon had her jeans down, how her bottom jiggled. And a fine pert, plump, round bucking bottom it was too…

And in seconds, to a loud shriek from Jocelyn, and a cheer from the girls, it was presented, high. What a sight, the crowd were stunned by its beauty for a few seconds….but just for a few seconds only. Soon the store room was full of noise and kicking legs once more. How the crisp smacks of his huge leathery hands, landing on her smooth rounded buttocks echoed.

“Owwwwwwww stop, stop, please stop, it huuuurts!” She cried.

“Of course it bloody hurts you fool! That’s the whole damn point of a spanking….which I must add, you are taking very badly! Grow up!” Boomed the Captain.

Smack, smack, smack, smack, smack!

“Owwwww, oooooh, eeeek, yeeeeowwwwwwww!!!”

For a few seconds her arm broke free, but it was soon pushed firmly into the small of her back, as another barrage of whacks began to redden her cheeks!

WHACK. WHACK. WHACK. WHACK. WHACK. CRACK, CRACK, CRACK !!!!

“Owwwwwww, ooooooooh, owwwwwwwwww,yyyeeeeoooowwwwwww!”

Then….Ohhh yeses! THEN! The music to their ears turned into a symphony of spanking, as the words everyone…except Jocelyn of course….wanted to hear, burst from the Captains booming mouth. “Right you naughty girl, let’s get these knickers down and start spanking your bottom properly! It has only just begun my dear!”

The pulling down of knickers, watching them slide by the delectable curves of a wriggling naughty bottom is what all spanking lovers drool over. This was a masterclass, a really gorgeous bottom, steadily reddening under firm strong whacks, was being revealed, in all its bulbous glory, before a crowd of eager, cheering girls. The fact that she was haughty, heightened it all, at long long last, the aloof girl was over someone’s knee, kicking and squealing like a baby, getting spanked and having her bottom bared for all to see.

And the crown on the majestic bottom, that wriggling squirming bottom, was her embarrassed, humiliated squealing face as she shouted gloriously…

“My hair, my hair!!!” She squealed.

He had to grip her tight for the removal, she struggled mightily.

“NOOOOOOOO! PLEASE PLEASE PLEASE!!!! DON’T TAKE MY PANTIES DOWN, DON’T SPANK ME ON MY BARE BOTTOM BEFORE THEM ALLLL…”

The symphony turned into a glorious opera!

More to come..

Asa

To read part one, click here…

…https://www.spanking-emporium.co.uk/spanking-emporium/?p=27629

The red tennis knickers part 2

A week later I had an itch and returned to Wheels pretending that my bike needed to have its brakes adjusted. I had ridden it to the shop and was wearing shorts which had me blushing when I tried them. Nancy at the Frivolity Boutique had convinced me that they weren’t that short and added that they would be a great investment. Jeremy had a hard time to take his eyes off my shorts to work five minutes on my bike. I had a great return on my investment as he invited me for lunch at the municipal pool. I was going to need a new bikini.

A week later, Jeremy had peeled my shorts down, and I didn’t blush. It was fair to tell Nancy about Jeremy, as she had persuaded me to buy them. She triumphed with, “What did I tell you?”

Meanwhile, at the tennis club my name card had climbed the scoreboard. I was still far from the top, but I was now well above the pack. I had significantly improved my game, and I was ambitious. I wanted to be part of the team.

Miss Davenport was the team’s coach. Ten years ago, she was a star. With Nancy we watched her drill the girls of the team. “She’s a martinet!”

I finally took the plunge. I approached the impressive Miss Davenport. “Good morning Miss, I want to try for the team, ple… plez…” I stammered as I noticed the wood paddle on the wall of her office. It wasn’t one of those big American paddles, but it still looked like it could give quite a sting. It was engraved with the words, “Team paddle – Drop your knickers naughty girl!”

Miss Davenport followed my gaze and laughed, “Its the team’s sorority paddle…” She teasingly added, “I don’t use it, maybe I should…” I wasn’t too reassured. She told me to at least score even with Jennifer, the latest member of the team.

It took me three games to beat Jennifer. I was applauded and invited to the team’s private luxurious locker room. I had quite a surprised when I saw that Jennifer was holding that paddle, and said, “You are going to be traditionally welcomed into our sorority!”

“Huh!” That’s all I could say as I eyed that paddle.

“You’ve read what the paddle says?!” I sure did, and more than once. Jennifer ordered. “Then what are you waiting for? Take your knickers off, bend over the back of that settee and spread them!”

“You can’t be a member of the team till you have been baptized!”

I was hesitant, they all chanted, “Don’t be a chicken!”

I blushed a red as a peony as I took my knickers off. I went over the back of that leather settee, and probably couldn’t blush more, when Jennifer flipped my little skirt up and repeated, “Spread them wide! That’s also part of the tradition!”

I reasoned. You can’t be a chicken, and you saw that paddle when you requested to join the team. Somehow you have asked for that paddling. Open your legs, naughty girl. I couldn’t blush any redder as I slowly opened my legs and shamefully exposed my muff.

I gritted my teeth, and that paddle whacked my very bare bottom with a loud SMACK!
I responded with a convincing “AIE!” while my bum heated up.
Another SMACK! was followed by a more persuading “OUCH!”
They took turn at enthusiastically smacking my butt. I couldn’t help bawling as when I was punished as a school girl. I got a baker’s dozen and my derriere was throbbing when they were done. One of them gave me a rub with a cold flannel, and they all chanted, “She’s one of us!”
“Phew!”

I wanted to retrieve my knickers, but Jennifer pinched them, “According to tradition the newbie must remain bare butt for the reminder of the day!” She also had me sit on the settee. I was told that it is a team newbie privilege since it is reserved for the top two players. The leather was cool for my blazing bum and I again blushed as I realized how my skirt had ridden up. I wanted to pull it down, but I was offered a tall glass of champagne and nibbles.

As we left the club, Jennifer returned my knickers, loaded my bike into the boot of her car and drove me home. I was thankful. She also gave me Epsom salt. While having a long soak, I called Jeremy. He had quite a laugh and gently rubbed my glowing bum with Arnica. I had a few more AIE! as one thing enthusiastically lead to another. Next morning I saw that the girls were careful not to bruise my sit-upon.

Two days later, when training with the team, the whole club saw my reddish derriere escaping my tennis knickers. I overhead a curious new club member being told, “She’s the latest member of the team…”

Nancy wanted to try for the team, she will have to at least play even with me as I am the latest member. I will be her mentor as Jennifer was mine. She demurely asked, “You will be easy on me with that paddle?”
“OK, but you’re getting only two from me, and one from each member of the team. You won’t be wearing naughty shorts for a few days!”

Josy

To be continued…

Don’t forget to pop by Oaks and Pines….a realistic spanking game, for the spanking minded person who likes to write and play! Click here…

Also, there are lots of their stories on a sister site, their blog, go to my links page and follow your nose, you’ll find it!

Asa

As always after posting the b&w photos in ‘The Spanking Adventures of Up Skirt Evans’, I like to post a few choice ones in colour, in this set.

To see the story in b&w, click here…

…https://www.spanking-emporium.co.uk/spanking-emporium/?p=22640

To see the rest of this set just type ‘Up Skirt Evans’ in the search box above.

Asa

To read the rest, click here….

…https://www.spanking-emporium.co.uk/spanking-emporium/?p=22640

Continued…

Like all good things, Charlotte’s stay with Samantha over the half-term break was drawing to a close. They had had such a wonderful time together, indulging their passion for spanking and ‘pleasuring’ each other up to the hilt. It had been the equivalent of binge drinking, but far less damaging to their health. In fact, as far as they were both concerned, it was positively beneficial to their mental well-being!

Whilst they had done many things together during the stay, such as walking, watching films, shopping and cooking, these activities just afforded time to recuperate and gather strength for their next bout of erotic spanking and love making. They had become extremely fond of each other, a fondness that bordered on love.

As far as their spanking exploits had gone, their play was relatively gentle compared to the Friday afternoon sessions that Charlotte experienced after school. Her visits to Samantha’s house were the only times that Samantha permitted Charlotte to spank her. Samantha kept a strict divide between her role as Headmistress of St. Angela’s School with Charlotte as her secretary, spanking assistant and spanking pet, and her role as Charlotte’s lover at weekends. Indeed Charlotte was well-trained in using the correct forms of address. It was ‘Miss Tanner’ or ‘Headmistress’ at school, ‘Mistress’ when she was Samantha’s ‘spanking pet’, and ‘Samantha’ when visiting her in her own home.

Charlotte was enormously grateful to Samantha for befriending her and taking her under her wing… although it might perhaps be more accurate to say, ‘for taking her across her knee’! Samantha had introduced her to spanking and she loved it! She was a natural submissive and was one of those very fortunate young women who were able to orgasm purely through being spanked, providing the spanker knew what they were doing. Fortunately, Samantha had this ‘skill’ and got immense pleasure from using it on young ladies such as Charlotte.

Towards the end of the stay, Charlotte wanted to buy Samantha something special to thank her, not only for letting her spend time with her over half-term, but also because she felt cared for and loved. However, she was at a loss as to what she could buy for Samantha. What did you buy for a woman who seemed to ‘have it all’, if her sumptuously furnished house was anything to go by?

Charlotte finally decided to give her a small present, but of great significance to both of them – a wooden hairbrush with an embossed letter ‘S’ on its back. It might be a ‘small gift’ in the physical sense, but it was an expensive item to buy for someone on Charlotte’s small salary. It was made from a beautiful dark rosewood and the embossed ‘S’ was made from something akin to ivory. Charlotte rather liked the embossed ‘S’. If Samantha decided to spank her with the brush (which she was almost certain she would), it would hopefully leave ‘S’-shaped imprints on her bottom, at least temporarily. It would be like a form of branding as used as a mark of ownership on slaves in the past! Like in the Gor books she used to read.

As the last day of her stay with Samantha arrived, Charlotte walked into the small cosy alcove off Samantha’s bedroom which housed her dressing table and placed the hairbrush prominently on the table with a little thank you note attached to its handle with a small pink ribbon.

The note read:
‘To my dear Samantha,
Thank you so much for the lovely week we have spent together and making me feel loved and cared for. I hope you will accept this small gift of appreciation as a thank you and might find it useful!
Much love,
Your adoring friend,
Charlotte xxx’

When Samantha later entered her dressing room she saw the brush. She picked it up and read the note. She smiled and turned towards Charlotte who was standing nearby, “Oh Charlotte, thank you so much. You needn’t have gone to the bother of getting me a present. I’ve thoroughly enjoyed having you here. But what a lovely gift and so pertinent, given our somewhat kinky relationship! I just love the embossed ‘S’ on its back. Can I try it out on you?”

“Of course you can,” replied Charlotte, relieved that Samantha seemed to like her gift.

Samantha sat down on the small cushioned chair next to the dressing table. “As both of us know full well, a hairbrush can have two very different uses and has two very different sides. Obviously one side is used for the innocent practice of brushing hair, whilst the other side can be used for spanking naughty bottoms. It is one of the few disciplinary items that can be left innocently lying around, ready to hand should it be required for the latter purpose. Generations of mothers have used hair brushes for disciplining their naughty offspring, especially their daughters. Which side would you like to try, Charlotte?”

“Both sides of course, Samantha!”

“Very well, Charlotte. Let’s try brushing your hair first. It’s a bit cramped in here, but come closer and bend your head down towards me.”

She then picked up the hair brush and started to slowly comb Charlotte’s hair. “You really are very beautiful, Charlotte. I’ve loved having you around to stay with me.”

“I’ve thoroughly enjoyed staying with you too. It’s been like a dream holiday for me. You’re such a fun person to be with. I do love you so much,” Charlotte replied.

“I love you too, Charlotte. It would be really good if you might consider moving in with me permanently at some stage.”

Charlotte was thrilled with the suggestion, “Oh yes, Samantha! Do you really mean that?”

“Yes, of course, my love, but there would need to be some rules if our relationship was to work well. We’d need to discuss things before you decide to accept my offer, but not now. Let’s not spoil this moment together.”

“Gosh!” was all Charlotte could say, as Samantha continued to brush her hair.

After a while of companionable silence, Samantha suddenly said, “Right Charlotte, it’s time to put my hairbrush to a different use. I haven’t yet used the reverse side. Come a bit closer and bend slightly further forward…. That’s right! …Now, let’s see if I can ‘print’ a few ‘Ss’ on your lovely cheeks. Would you like that?”

“Oh yes please!” replied Charlotte, waggling her bottom affirmatively.

“Very well,” laughed Samantha.

She gently brushed the hairbrush bristles across Charlotte’s naked cheeks, an interesting sensation, before turning its back to face Charlotte’s bottom.

She then started to gently stroke the smooth wooden back across Charlotte’s soft, rounded cheeks in a circling motion. “Such a gorgeous, spankable bottom,” Samantha murmured, “so soft, so smooth, so round, so utterly adorable!”

Charlotte beamed with pleasure as she heard these words of adoration for her bottom. “My bottom is yours to do whatever you wish! You can caress and stroke it, you can tickle and kiss it, you can spank or even cane it, if that is your wish!” Charlotte was in heaven, having her bottom worshipped by the woman she loved.

Samantha laughed. “I think your bottom has had quite enough of all this ‘soft worship’! It’s time for harsher treatment, don’t you think?”

“Oh yes please! Spank me hard and don’t hold back. I need to feel your love!” said Charlotte, now desperate to experience the intense sting of the brush.

“Very well, my love. Brace yourself!”

So saying, she raised the brush high and brought it down hard twice on Charlotte’s awaiting bottom…SMACK! …SMACK! Charlotte squealed with pleasure….”Ooohhh! Eeeeeh! … Lovely!”

Samantha paused and inspected Charlotte’ bottom, “Mmmh! I can’t see any ‘Ss’ yet! I clearly need to smack you much, much harder if I’m going to make my mark!”

So saying Samantha delivered six meaty smacks across Charlotte’s quivering cheeks in quick succession.

SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK!

Charlotte squealed loudly and her buttocks gyrated in a most alluring fashion as the stinging brush got to work.

“Oh yes, yes, Samantha. Please spank me harder…YES!” yelled Charlotte, as she slipped ‘into the zone’ of pain-induced pleasure.

SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK!

Samantha continued to wallop Charlotte bottom relentlessly until Charlotte eventually came with a long, loud scream of ecstasy. It was Samantha’s ‘gift’ for Charlotte. Charlotte remained bending over the dressing, weeping tears of joy, as Samantha tenderly stroked her well-punished cheeks.
“There, there, my love. Did you enjoy that?”

“Oh yes, it was so good. Thank you, thank you, Samantha.”
Samantha glanced at Charlotte’s red bottom as she continued to caress it and then giggled, “I can see lots of ‘S-shapes’ all over your bottom. How delightful! The brush has most certainly left its mark!”

Charlotte laughed in turn. “Really? I hoped it might,” she said, reaching her hand round to feel her own bottom. “Gosh, it’s even left slightly raised ‘S-shaped’ wheals. What a lovely reminder of an incredible spanking! If I ever step out of line and upset you, you must use your new brush on me again…’S’ for Samantha! ‘S’ for spanking! ‘S’ for sizzling rump!”

More to come…

Asa