So the other day I was shooting a spanking scene for a story and was bent down, on my knees, adjusting the girls knickers. I looked up and saw this delightful view, and thought I would share it with you. So I got my camera and…
To see all the other photo sets, click on ‘Photo Sets’ in the menu bar above. Because there are so many, they are spread over four sections, and growing! You will find links to the various sections…..it gets worse, lol ….there are sub sections as well.
If you click on ‘Links and Contributors’ in the menu above, and then click on ‘Contributors’ and scroll down, you will come to Robyn’s Pages. There she explores spanking, its history and much much more,the research she does is phenomenal. Feel free to browse, it is a great way to explore her work, at the bottom of her first page is a story too, illustrated of course, and well worth a look.
….but here is an index, not alphabetical, (Take me forever), but in the order she posted. You can then scan the list, and click on the link…
ALL THESE ARE LAVISHLY AND EROTICALLY ILLUSTRATED WITH PHOTOGRAPHS AND ART
Part 13 ~ Naughty Nuns….I know and respect that this might be sensitive, and I do not want the ‘innocents’ to stumble on it, so it is Password Protected
A little apology, I hoped to have pictures of me spanking the girls, but time in the shoot was running out, so I spanked them, to get red bottoms, and have just posted the photos of their spanked bottoms to carry on the sequence….
THIS IS PART 3 of another lovely spanking story by one of my contributors, ‘B’, to see more of her work, click on ‘Links and Contributors’, then on ‘Contributors’, and scroll down to her page.
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Buxiban part 3
It was the first day at our Asian Junior College for Emma and me.
I
again tugged down my school uniform skirt, and twirled in front of my
tall mirror. I again sighed. It was useless. I couldn’t hide the faint
reddish stripe decorating the back of my thighs. The lady registrar had
skillfully aimed her plastic ruler exactly under the hemline of my
skirt. “Grgrgrgr!”
I
ran downstairs, “Poppa please wait! Please help me with my school tie!”
He did and smiled, “You look great Princess.” I pouted, “I look like a
twelve year old!”
After
breakfast I heard Emma ringing the bell of her bicycle. I gave a peck
for Mum before joining her with my new bike. We rode to our college. As
we got closer we rode with girls wearing the same uniform as us.
We
discovered that our school is much smaller than I had imagined. After
having parked our bikes with our helmets inside our panniers we didn’t
need to be told that we should line up in front of the JC 1 pennant. We
knew that JC 2 and 3 are about preparing exams for universities.
Two Asian girls behind us giggled, “Two Anglo newbies…”
“Well registered !”
We
knew that whites are called Anglos, and there’s no pejorative
connotation to that. Two per cent of the locals are actually Anglos.
We turned around with smiles, and I asked, “Are all newbies smacked by the registrar?”
They laughed, “90% of Anglos.”
“And only 50% of Asians.”
Emma chimed, “Means that you are better behaved than us!”
They again laughed, “Means that our parents are more severe!”
They introduced themselves as Lia and Isa.
We noticed that we are about 70 in front of the JC 1 pennant, and JC 2’s are about 50 while JC 3’s are 30.
A
very fit and stern looking lady clapped her hands. We immediately
hushed and listened. “I am your PE coach and supervisor. I am going to
take you for a tour of our school.”
We
visited the indoor sports complex with an Olympic size swimming pool
and a basket ball court. Outside we saw a manicured field hockey lawn
with a track running around it.
Next
was the school itself. We understood that JC1 pupils would be divided
into 3 classes. Our schoolroom had a raised platform for the teachers,
something we had never seen back home.
We
were invited to have a cup of tea at the cafeteria. The self service
offered small cookies, I took three. We sat with Lia and Isa. Emma said,
“Great school for only 150 girls must be costing a bundle!”
Lia nodded, “About 30 will be eliminated after two days of tests.”
Isa also nodded, “It is one of the pricier Junior Colleges. What’s your fathers doing?”
I answered, “They are both medical research docs, and yours?”
Lia was first, “Dad is into investment banking.”
Isa added. “Father is into artificial intelligence.”
Emma concluded, “It adds up !”
We laughed !
Later all the JC1’s were gathered into the assembly hall, and Miss Prim our English professor announced, “Tomorrow and the following day you will be tested, math, physics, chemistry, English literature and etc !”
“You
will be graded, and you will be rejected if your average is bellow
10/20. We are a private school and we take who we want !”
“If you have made our minimum average grade you are welcome, and we will make sure that you have your A-level with honors!”
“If you have grades under 10/20 although you have reached our overall average you will be punished…”
To see the rest of our wonderful spanking researchers work, and maybe give the studious girl a pat on the bottom and say well done! (That will make her blush in the office!)….click on ‘Links and Contributors’ in the menu bar above, then click on ‘Contributors’ and scroll down to her two extensive pages, this is on page two…
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Below is an extract from a story, entitled ‘Lupercalia’, from the ‘Spanking Theatre Tumblr’. If you have never read any of his stories, I can thoroughly recommend that you try to do so. He writes in a very eloquent and erotic fashion. His words paint amazing pictures in your mind that linger for days!
This part of his story is set in ancient Rome during the festival of Lupercalia. The consul’s daughter, called Claudia, has been given the privilege of taking part in the ‘Rite of the Satyr’ in the local temple. Satyrs were drunken, mischievous, lustful woodland gods with insatiable sexual appetites. In Roman art they are represented as a man with a goat’s ears, tail and legs. They also usually have very large, prominent erect penises, like the one below!
The ‘Rite of the Satyr’ was a ceremony of coming of age, a rite that would herald Claudia’s entry to womanhood. Claudia is led by a priestess into a temple. The priestess encourages her to strip naked and bathes her in a hot steamy bath before massaging her all over using exotic, fragrant oils. She also lubricates her vagina with these oils before leading her into the centre of the temple:
‘On the floor, in the centre of this pool of light, was a long slab of white marble. Its base was only ankle high, and a foot length wide, and in its centre the stone had been sculpted into life-sized phallus. It had been sculpted erect, its bulbous head pointing towards the heavens, its oiled surface glistening with a golden hue in the reflected light.
The priestess led Claudia by the hand towards the phallus, and as she entered the pool of light she could feel the sun’s warmth tickle her skin. Kneel here… the priestess suggested, pointing out the two hollows on each side of the slab where she should place her knees. Claudia did as she was instructed, sinking to her knees, so that her wet lips hovered just above the head of the marble phallus. Despite being just an inanimate shaft of stone, Claudia looked between her legs and could almost sense the cock’s eerie intention; it meant to penetrate her. It made her feel rather light-headed.
Claudia turned to the priestess, seeking reassurance, and noticed the woman had a leather thong in her hands. Without explanation, she looped the thong around Claudia’s wrists, tying them together, before pulling the thong through the iron ring fixed into the floor, just in front of her. Claudia was tugged forward until her elbows rested on the ground, and her raised bottom became her highest point, as if she was grovelling before a mighty king. Now she was very aware of the smooth slick tip of the phallus between her intimate lips. She raised and lowered her hips slightly, and could feel the cool hard protrusion slide up and down inside her slit.’
At this point a Satyr enters the room accompanied by a nymph (a beautiful, nubile young woman). In the background a flute and drum are playing. They start to make love in front of Claudia and she starts to become very aroused by the sight of their performance:
‘Claudia too found the beat irresistible, and began to gyrate her hips in time with his thrusts, feeling the bulbous head of the phallus slip in and out of her own wet hole. It was a very pleasurable sensation indeed.
A hot stinging slap suddenly seared Claudia’s bottom. She looked over her shoulder in shock, and could just see the priestess standing behind her, holding a long leather strap in her hand. After four more drum beats, another lash landed. Claudia looked back imploringly, but was unable to catch her eye. Another lash. Again she recoiled from it, pushing down just a bit further onto the phallus. Her bottom was stinging now, it felt just like when she was spanked for being a naughty girl.
Claudia watched the Satyr fuck the beautiful Nymph in time to the drums, the faint clatter of his hooves on the stone floor part of a symphony of pants, squelches and moans. On his every fourth thrust, the whip would sting Claudia’s bottom. Yet she started to anticipate each lash, even looking forward to it, as an encouragement to ride her stone dildo a little deeper.
Claudia could feel a deep ache now, a new sensation, a yearning to be filled. It felt like she was taking the phallus as deep as she could, but knew it was possible to go deeper, like there was an unscratchable itch a full cock-length inside her. The whip stung again, and as she impaled herself in response, she could feel the phallus push against a tender spot, as if she’d played too recklessly and bruised herself inside.
Not every girl who participated in this ceremony deflowered herself. For some there was no desire, or they simply were not ready, the discomfort of penetration outweighing their urge for fulfillment. But Claudia was desperate to come. Her bottom was sore and smoldering, and watching the fucking was making her giddy and breathlessly excited. She pulled at her bonds, wishing she had just one hand free, so she could rub her secret pearl as she did when alone in bed to take her aches away.
There was movement in front of her. The Satyr rolling onto his back, and the Nymph moving to sit astride him. The Nymph faced Claudia, just an arm’s reach away, and looked deeply into her eyes as she sat astride the Satyr’s cock. She flashed a coy smile at her, before letting herself slide slowly down it, until she’d impaled herself fully. Claudia could see the lust in the Nymph’s sparkling green eyes, and the escalating excitement in her movements. She began to match the Nymph’s ups and downs, pushing further and further, timing each plunge so each stinging whack on her bum coincided with the ache of the phallus against her tender spot.
Thump. Thump. Thump… The drums beat faster and faster, louder and louder, approaching an almost frenzied tempo as the two lovers approached their tumultuous finale.
Over the noise, the Nymph mouthed something to Claudia. “Venire mecum. Venire mecum. Venire mecum.”; come with me.
And then the Nymph’s eyes closed. She arched her back, impaling herself deeply and crying out to the heavens in a delirious gyrating dance.
Claudia could bear it no longer. She felt her legs tremble, knowing in moments the whip would sear her bottom, and she would follow the Nymph to the bottom of her own cock.
A heat suddenly burned inside her, and then she was plunging down, deeper than she’d ever gone before. She felt the phallus push into her unscratchable itch – again, and again, and again, filling her completely, until she was caught up in an unstoppable excitement. A euphoric spasm reverberated within her groin, squeezing the stone dildo tight like a clenching fist, until she was overwhelmed by a wave of writhing, shuddering pleasure that seemed to make her whole skin tingle.
Claudia sat exhausted on the stone slab, her hot pink bum resting on the cool white marble. She watched her juices dribble down the base of the phallus shaft, the protrusion still rigid inside her, which she could feel herself squeeze as little quivers and after-shudders rippled through her.
Through her daze, Claudia realised the drumming had ceased. She looked back at the Nymph, and the beautiful woman smiled back at her knowingly, which made Claudia feel like one too.
A deep contentment settled over Claudia. Smiles and exhausted breathing filled the silence, as time itself appeared to stand still. It felt like this moment of ecstasy in the warm golden sunlight should last forever.’
So there you have it – the aphrodisiacal powers of having your bottom thrashed until you cum!
The description of Claudia kneeling astride the stone penis reminded me of various erotic sculptures of women embracing oversized penises. The first is by the Art Deco sculptor, Bruno Zach, called ‘The Hugger’:
The second is a modern sculpture by an ‘M.Nick’. This young lady is in a better position to have her bottom spanked than the one above!
The ‘frolics’ of Satyrs and Nymphs clearly inspired many sculptors and artists in the past as in the examples below:
A sculpture by ‘Milo’ (Miguel Fernando Lopez) of a lecherous satyr. I don’t think I’d like to meet him in the woods on a dark night!
To read the rest of this popular set of stories, click on ‘Photo Stories’ in the above menu, scroll down the photo illustrated spanking stories until you reach number 87, where you will find this and another similar ones…
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The girls were delighting in their new pet, she was proving capable of taking hard spankings and being very eager to please too.
Kate continued to secure her in the ‘spreader’, as Charlotte instructed, first the left ankle.
And then the right….
When things were done to Charlotte’s satisfaction, she took a deep breath, and went for the plimsol.
I said I was putting a colour photo at the end of each black and white installment, in some stories I have forgotten…..takes a while to remember a change at my age! But I will….I promise.
To see the rest of this story, and others similar to it, click on ‘Photo Stories’ above, and scroll through lots of my illustrated spanking photo stories, to number 87 and there you will find the rest of this, and another 18 or so…
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Charlotte continued to cane her ‘pet for the day’, Samantha, making her buckle and writhe…
Samantha had no idea how many strokes she was getting, or how many apparatus she would be on, or…..even, how many rooms she might have to venture into, the beating just went on…and on….and on…and that is all she could concentrate on.