You have seen Mary spanked before the class, you have seen her get spanked in the ‘naughty girl dress’, and now, her day reaches a redder and even more painful conclusion.
Her mother is a staunch member of the Women’s Institute, and plays a leading roll. She prides herself on running a near perfect house and her dear daughter is her pride and joy, a projection of her own self to the local community.
She gets a phone call, her daughter is in disgrace, has been punished and is being sent home, and suspended until the following Monday.
Mummy’s world crashes around her ears, her rivals will love her downfall and fall from grace, she goes to fetch her naughty daughter and drags her home by the year. News soon spreads and a crowd gathers outside the house listening to her mother punishing her daughter. Mummy knows that a lot of jeers are in her direction, ‘Not so high and mighty now are you, with your precious daughter being nothing but another naughty girl!’
Without giving too much away, the girl lets out a loud long “Fucking Hell!!”…as a really hard smack of the slipper lands, and her mother being such a big figure in the local church which runs the W.I. is horrified, so washes the girl’s mouth out with soap, much to the laughing crowds delight!
…here are a few of his splendid pictures…
Lets all say a huge thank you to Tom Paine, the artist, for choosing us to debut his excellent work, and me to write words to them..
Comments please, he is a willing horse, but like any horse, he needs encouragement. Not carrots, but comments!
To read the rest of this story, click on ‘Photo Stories’ in the above menu, and scroll down to 87/1…if you have been directed here for the Suzette the maid story, scroll down below the conclusion of this story.
Our three friends delightful lives carried on for months after our last visit, blissful in their spanking world, until one day when it became even better, when Kate voiced something they had all thought. “I love our little world, I love you two as well, and am as happy as I have ever been. But if I had a wish, do you know what it would be?”
“To be fucked by Hugh Jackman?” proffered Charlotte.
“To be able to spank a bottom as long and hard as you like with no limits.” Said Samantha.
Kate was stunned. Charlotte was too, as she said. “Crikey! That’s spooky, I have thought that for years!”
Kate then told them, that those words were exactly…”EXACTLY! What I was going to say.”
Samantha laughed,” I have been thinking that and think I have someone to be just that, our submissive maid. Pretty, slim, sexy, long legs, cute shapely spankable bottom, and needs, I mean NEEDS a good thrashing often, and is not getting one.”
Samantha explained at length about Suzette, a work colleague, who got talking to her about three weeks ago, about spanking. To cut a long introduction short…what Samantha had just said was true.
Suzette had said that she needs regular hard punishments, with no limits, only stopping when a Domme thinks it is time to. Samantha had told her of Kate and Charlotte and what the three did together, but was worried that bringing another in might spoil things.
The exact opposite was true, and the following weekend Suzette was asked to come along, to be their maid, a naughty maid, who must accept corporal punishment. Saturday morning was an informal interview (tea cakes and excited chat about spanking and does she really really really take a no holds barred spanking?”
On answering that with an emphatic yes, it was all sorted, she sank into their friendship like a summer sunset into distant hills…effortlessly.
By Saturday afternoon Charlotte, Kate and Samantha were dressing her in her maids outfit.
NOTE….Suzette is exactly as described, with a high profile job, who does not want her face shown. She really did come to be their maid, and did accept the stipulation of corporal punishments, with no limits, as and when they see fit. Suzette is now officially Asa Jones Girl No-4…
Chatting excitedly the three dear old spanking friends were getting to know their new naughty maid as they dressed her.
It was as if they had know each other for years, the only question unanswered was…”Does she really?”
They were soon to find out, during a spanking fuelled afternoon, full of bliss. Join them on their journey of discovery, lets see what transpired shall we?
Asa’s note to club members….at the appropriate time in the story, a video of the real spankings will be e-mailed to you.
So…..it is important for you all that I re-iterate what I have said. This is a true story, Suzette has only just met the girls, this is really her first meeting. It is not far off true anyway, I have supplied the idea of what happens, to fit a story, but the truth is, Suzette has slowly but surely, with politeness and eagerness, worked her way towards meeting her dream Mistresses. She has offered her bare bottom to be used as they wish, with what the wish. SHE IS THEIR REAL LIFE NAUGHTY MAID. This is really the first day they met, and they got on eacatly as I described…perfectly.
“Oh you look lovely!” Said Charlotte.
“Beautiful!” Added Kate.
“Very spankable indeed, you naught maid.” Samantha said, slipping into her usual Domme mood.
Suzette smiled back, gratefully, and happily..”Then let my life as your very naughty maid begin. I wished for a strict Domme, it appears I have ended up with three”.
Next
morning we were awakened by the sun peeking between the hills. Camilla
and Dorothy gave us big towels, and we followed them to the communal
showers. Cécile queried, “What about warm water?”
Dorothy laughed, “Its optional!”
Back
to our chalet we had barely pulled up our knickers when our roommates
announced, “After breakfast a few chalets will be inspected. The
occupants of the chalets that don’t make the grade are spanked and given
4 dems.” We followed their lead, made our beds with hospital corners,
sorted our cupboards, cleaned our loo, shook the rug, and swept the
floor till spotless.
We
left our laundry bags at the drop point, and we had breakfast. Sister
Josephina ordered, “One girl per chalet come forward and pull a ball out
of the bag…” I volunteered, and pulled a green ball. A blackboard was
unveiled, and we discovered that my green ball meant shopping. Camilla
enthused, “Whoa! Shopping, the best chore!”
Another
chalet drew shopping. We were each given a list, and we boarded our old
school bus to be driven to Tesco. I was in charge of fruits and vegies
and carefully selected them. Shopping was fun, and I didn’t want us to
be banned from it.
Once
my cart was filled I had 10 minutes till meeting the sisters at the
cashiers. The boys we had met on the train spotted me, “So you’re
actually French exchange girl guides !”
“And you are Scottish boy scouts!”
They
mentioned the Sunday morning service, “It will be at our campsite…”
They couldn’t tell more, the sisters were back. I giggled as I noticed
how other girls shyly eyed the boys.
On the way back the girls chanted, “Yoh Frenchy! You seem to know a few things about boys, you have to teach us!”
I laughed, “First lesson, boys are as shy as you!”
Cécile objected, “They are shyer!”
“They are supposed to make the first move, but you have to encourage them…”
After
lunch we had swimming lessons, “Before canoeing you have to prove that
you can swim. On Friday we will be testing those who feel ready.”
Before
dinner we were to collect our laundry bags. We couldn’t find them.
Sister Agatha from the storeroom was waiting for us with a frown. She
pulled our ears as if we were ten years old and frog marched us before
Sister Maria on the terrace. Our bags were emptied on a nearby table. We
noticed that our glued name tags had come off.
“Oh
what have we got here, something I’ve never seen before. Girls look
here, aren’t these two smart? They glued their name tags, I’ll bet none
of you ever tried that.”
A
few girls remembered how they thought it was a great idea when they
were told last night. More girls shook their heads as if saying, “Boy
how stupid new girls are.”
“Agatha
please help me deal with these two, you take Cécile and I’ll take
Brigitte.” I was soon draped over Sister Maria’s knees. She raised my
uniform skirt and pulled my knickers down. I couldn’t help blushing and
mouthing an “Oh!” She laughed, “Young lady I always keep my word, and I
had promised to take down your knickers if you again misbehaved.”
“Agatha dear lets give them the basic fifty smacks plus ten per items missing their name tags, what have we got?”
“A pair of socks, a pair of knickers, a bra, and a blouse, it’s 5 items…”
“An even 100 smacks!”
She
alternated between my bum and my thighs. After forty smacks my bum and
thighs were ablaze. I tried to keep my legs closed, but each time she
smacked my thighs I couldn’t help pedaling, and was aware that I showed
everything. I was wriggling and she pinned one of my arms behind my back
and continued. It was la fessée as I remembered it, my derriere was
incandescent and it wasn’t over. She announced fifty, and wasn’t tiring.
I stomped my feet, pedaled some more, and my knickers flew. Those who
hadn’t seen me in the showers this morning now knew that I am a real red
head.
When
she allowed me to stand up I refrained from rubbing because the
naughtiest girls don’t rub! I watched Cécile and she wasn’t rubbing. We
exchanged winks and defiantly pouted, but the sisters didn’t see us. I
was told to pick up my knickers, and to pull them back on.
We
rejoined Camilla and Dorothy and they exclaimed, “That was some
spanking they gave you!” Back at our chalet they helped us sew our name
tags, and before dinner we presented our kits for inspection.
“Ah
so you have the tags all sewn in? Let’s see!” We stood there and
watched as she checked each name tags, “Oh look here, this one is upside
down, that won’t do!” I lunged forward and she just held the perfect
name tag and smiled saying, “Now if you had done this in the first place
we wouldn’t have needed all that fun.” Then she laughed and gave us
back our clothes.
On the way back to our table a number of girls teased us for our reddened thighs showing under our skirts. “Roasted frog legs!”
At our table we were discreetly applauded. One girl said, “I would have danced around rubbing my bum after such a spanking!”
In Asa Jones Spanking Club and Group, we have a suggestions page. A chap called max has suggested doing something based on this drawing he has. (He is an avid collector of Spanking Magazines)
Club members are rallying round to help with his idea, one of our group, the Reverend.J. Has a laser cutter and is making us a special plaque with a sign ‘Knickers’. The idea being that we will have somewhere special where a naughty girl has to hang her knickers.
But funnily enough, in the photo set of knicker removal…
…which I only shot a month or so ago, and am posting in bits in my usual way, I had thought of a hook, but not a sign….genius! Well done Max. It will get lots of use and the suggested photo set will be lovely to create. Here is Kate hanging hers up, before bending over the horse for a slippering.
The club is in its infancy really, but already it is more than proving its worth. One of my better ideas!
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Our latest member is Jim C, a regular chap on here, who only comments on OTK, usually anyway.
Well, just for you JimC, know this….here is ‘yours truely’ spanking Kate over my knee yesterday at the end of our shoot. Just before I gave her lovely bottom (which blushes like a beetroot every time) this resounding smack, I said, “This is for a chap called Jim, say thank you to him for me….”
So it was…..SMACK (from me) and…..”Owwwww! Thank you Jim!” from Kate.
You will see the full picture with my face on, in the club pages Jim.
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And finally in this mixed up post, a demonstration of the power of blogging. Yesterday I wrote of my progress in the new studio, and at the bottom I wrote, ‘all donations gratefully received’
I have not written back to him to accept yet. but a chap I have never met, wrote to me yesterday saying he had lots of bottle green and unusually, grey school knickers he wants to donate, and wants to see them in my work.
Well….yes please, and won’t it be nice to see the bare bottoms and your knickers hung up on the hook I speak of above.
Cheers Mike, that is a lovely offer, which I delightfully accept. I will write soon with the Studio address, or if you live close by, maybe bring them down and see the knickers come down in person!
Hello everyone, by now you will have got used to seeing our dear Suzette getting to know our group. More and more she is filtering into stories and also very much, on to our club videos.
Well, today was a momentous day for her, her first real shoot for a story. She did so well, following directions perfectly. She had met me and Samantha of course, but today was the day when she met Kate and Charlotte for the first time.
Kate gave her the clothes brush on the bare, Charlotte caned her on the bare, and of course, Samantha did the same (the hardest of the three).
Stuart, her partner had a fabulous time too, and the grin on his face at the end, after he had spanked both Charlotte and Kate, on the bare, over his knee, was a joy to see.
You will see the story filter through, it is carrying on the story of the three friends who meet regularly, to spank each other.
They turned their new friend into their maid…
Suzette looks stunning as their maid…
She has accepted the post with the understanding that corporal punishment will be used when required, and not lightly.
So there they are spanking each other, as they do, and the maid creeps in to take a peek…
To make matters worse, she is masturbating furiosly just as Samantha spots her.
The chase begins! Imagine the terror as she runs to hide and the chase is on! Knowing that when she is found a thrashing will follow…..on her first day too!
The three girls arm themselves and hunt her down, in a painful game of hide and seek!
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What a lovely day, the girls took time to get to know her, and within an hour the were chatting like friends forever, Well done Suzette, you slipped into the glove of our merry team perfectly.
To read the rest of Robyn’s fabulous articles, click on ‘Links and Contributors’, and then on ‘Contributors’ and scroll down to her pages.
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See (31/7) for credits…
Mrs. Heaton is at her wits end, unable to control her daughter. She decides to use the services provided by Mrs. Smith and takes her to Mrs. Smith’s house. Millicent is duly prepared by Mrs.Smith’s maid (Adele Haze) – stripped of her finery and made to put on a backless punishment gown. She is forced to bend over a desk and Mrs. Smith binds her wrists and legs together with leather straps. Her open-back gown is then parted and she is given a sound birching across her recalcitrant bare bottom. The maid helps to hold her down in place, enjoying every minute of the young minx’s comeuppance! The attention to detail in this film is lovely, right down to the bucket in the corner containing several birches and Millicent being made to kiss the birch at the end of the session and confess all her wrong-doings.
At the end of her thrashing, Millicent’s bottom displays the typical marks left by a birch, albeit not too harshly applied so as not to break the skin:
