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continued…
The tawsing of the first maid, Kate, came to a painful end.
It was time for Charlene to get her dose of the heavy tawse…
more to come
Asa
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The punishment of the naught waitresses before the customers (you can see the customers sat there in earlier posts)…continued
More to come…
Asa
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the names in the little storyette below are from the members of my club…
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Samantha felt very naughty, and had a need. “Would you all, except Stuart; go into the room through there.” …She pointed to a door.
“…we will cut these up and bring them in to you, with a pot of tea and coffee and some biscuits. Stuart, will you go and get some plates and a knife.” She asked.
Once again being the usual gentleman, Stuart obliges happily, and goes to rummage in the drawers and cupboards.
Samantha waits patiently….for about twenty seconds and bites the bottom off of a bun!
She can hear the expectant chatter of the members of the ‘Asa Jones Spanking Club’, behind the door, and then hears Stuart walking back, there is a rattle of plates and cutlery.
“I wonder what he will do about that?” She smiles as she ponders the possibilities.
Stuart looks at the dish, and to the bun, and then to the crumbs. “What has happened to that one?”
“I’ve eaten its bottom.”
Stuart managed to disguise his dirty thoughts well, and coughed. “ahem….have you now?”
more to come
Asa
To find it, go to ‘Photo Stories’ in the menu above and scroll down to 74, look for the ‘Incident Log’ in the volumes of Saint Helena High School for Wayward Girls…
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After baring their bottoms on the school lawn whilst wiggling their bottoms and masturbating to the watching boys in the school next door, the naughty girls are returning to the school building, full of joy and giggling naughtiness. Little do they know I have spotted them and am waiting and watching with my size 16 plimsol in my fist, and sleeve rolled up.
Their bare bottoms are in for a shock….before the watching boys!
Here they are, returning triumphantly…or so they think!
more to come…
Asa
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The senior tawse is as you can see in this photo a brutal piece of thick leather, it does bend, but will not fall under its own weight, and is not at all supple. being narrow it concentrates the pain.
‘Boy’ trembled at the thought of the onslaught about to attack his bare presented bottom…..THWACK!
With a smart crack and piercing pain the first blow landed violently, and he squealed.
“Count them!” She said loudly. “We will start again.”
She delivered another six, hard and true, as he counted each one…
“Yeeeeowwwww one Miss!”
“Owwwwwwww two Miss!”
“Ooooooooooooh three Miss!”
“Ohhhhowwwwwooooow four Miss!!”
“Ahhhhhhoooooowwwwwweeeeooooww five Miss!”
“YEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOWWWW!!! Six Miss!”
To give you an idea of how hard my girls thrashed this man (Chromlech) here are two stills from the video (only available to my club members)…
Now it was time for the cane.
more to come
Asa
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Samantha’s face turned into a more serious demeanor. “Oh I see, then I had better get you over my knee young lady!”
“And what about you Kate, what would you like?”
Kate looked a little guilty as she replied. “I would very much like a very red stingy bottom please Mistress.”
Samantha smirked at the reply.
“Hmmmmm.” She said.
more to come…
Asa
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Princess Spanky carried on with her journey, she knew what she was looking for, can you guess what it is?
Lets follow her, we might find out today…
She ends up in the conservatory kitchen, and goes to the fridge. What on earth can she be searching for?
Well, you will find out in the next installment, until then, you will just have to look at her slowly moving bottom as she rummages…
more to come…
Asa
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The Governess of Spanking Dreams used all her skill in spanking and sexy talk to keep Princess Spanky deliciously balanced on the rim of further orgasms. She watched her shudder and squirm, and delighted in every second of it…
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“Keep those legs firmly together until I tell you to spread.”
“Yes Mistress.”
More to come…
Asa
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Girl Guides part 6
Ten long minutes later we were called out of our corners. We pulled our skirts down to cover our still incandescent derrieres. We politely asked, “May we please have our knickers back…” After a nod from Sister Maria we climbed on the faculty’s dining room platform, and grabbed our knickers.
We didn’t put them back on as we followed Dorothy and Camilla to our mini chalet for a royal after spanking treatment. They also enthusiastically cheered us. “Those pranks were awesome, and you took them spankings so bravely !”
For the reminder of the day we played beach volleyball and swam, and the cool lake water felt great. We didn’t care that our bikinis showed our well roasted bums. Cécile was again told that her bikini should be plain Girl Guide blue or else!
Then it was Sunday with morning service followed by barbecue lunch at the boys’ campsite. A number of girls had their thighs slapped for having rolled up their skirts. One even got a bare bottom spanking for having forgot her bra. We had advised our roommates, “Boys love to be teased! They are even shyer with girls who have it all on show…”
Their campsite was on the other side of the lake. Our school bus couldn’t take all of us, one of the boys’ masters came with their school bus. Although it’s a Scottish boy scouts camp with all the boys wearing kilts, he was wearing pants. Cécile advised our roomies, “Boys will try to catch a glimpse of your knickers, and you should also play that game with trying to see the color of their shorts!”
I added, “And its a legend that boys wear nothing under their kilts!”
The boys we had met in the train were waiting for us and they gave us chaste pecks on the cheeks. We assembled in front of a stage with all the sisters and counselors. We sat on tree trunks and stumps. I winced and Harry noticed that, “Still tender?”
I raised both eyebrows as if asking, “What exactly were you told?”
“Rumors have been around that you and Cécile have pranked the sisters and were copiously spanked with wooden hairbrushes…”
“And ?!”
“Spanked on your bare bottoms in front of everyone in the dinning room …. and had to stand in the corner with your glowing bums on show …”
I blushed…
“And none of you cried or rubbed!”
I smiled!
For the Sunday service we got a sermon from the boys’ Head Counselor about procrastination and Jeremy got the message with extending a hand to caress one of my knees. I didn’t protest, I even allowed my skirt to wiggle down to offer a better view of my thighs.
Sister Maria lead the singing. “How many seas must a white dove sail
Before she sleeps in the sand ?”
Then it was the barbecue lunch, Jeremy was lucky not to have drawn a specific chore. He only had to entertain me. He did that very well ! I got carrot and celery sticks dipped into tarama, sausages rolled into bacon, lamb chops and a gentle pat on my bottom.
Then I overheard a couple of goody two shoes, “Look at that brazen bizom ! She’s flashing that boy !” I hurriedly closed my legs and adjusted my skirt. Jeremy had a wide grin, he had had an eyeful…
I tried to turn my head around as I was pulled up by an ear as a little girl. I heard Sister Ursulina. “Come along nicely or I’ll pull you through the camp by the ear !” I obediently followed her to the office of a camp counselor. She sat and pulled me over her knees, “I am going to teach you not to show your knickers to the boys…”
Five minutes later, still blushing, and refraining from tell tale rubbing of my fiery bum I did my best to act as if nothing had happened. I could hear some giggling and comments, “I’ll bet that she won’t be showing her knickers to that boy for some time !” I now knew that some had heard the resounding spanking I got.
Jeremy was very nice, and gave me a hug with my back against a friendly tree and away from prying eyes. His hands were on my bottom between the tree and me. He gently rubbed my skirt over my throbbing derriere. His tongue played with mine for the none too chaste kiss that followed. One of his knees gently opened my legs, and it was so Oh! Ah! Hot!
Later Cécile teased, “Did you wet your knickers?”
Cécile and Brigitte
To be continued…
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Asa