Please understand that Suzette does not wish to show her face, she is
our spanking club’s submissive, not a spanking model, and wishes her
identity to be kept private.
To read part one and two, (and you ought to) click here…
As Miss Kenworthy wrote on the blackboard, the three girls were mesmerised by the movement of her hips and pert bottom.
Now I am not sure whose hand started rubbing their pussy first, but it was like a chain reaction, all three girls started to fondle themselves as they watched the poetry in motion that was Miss Kenworthy’s wiggling bottom.
Charlotte whispered to the others…”Look at the outline of her knickers under her skirt, imagine if she did not have the skirt on.”
Like a cuckoo from a clock, the head of Suzette shot around from behind Kate, to look. And Kate herself almost swooned.
Miss Kenworthy stopped writing and chuckled. The girls loved her chuckle, it was even better than her ‘summer rain’ voice.
She turned to the girls whose fingers and palms shot down their thighs like rats from a drainpipe in a downpour.
“Oh silly me, I have some charts with facts and figures about smoking. I need to go and fetch them, now be good, and quiet, whilst I fetch them from the staff room.” Miss Kenworthy told them.
She finished her delightful chuckle by adding, “I will forget my head one day.”
As she went through the door Suzette added. “That’s fine, just don’t forget your wiggling bottom!” At which the other two chuckled….then they went silent, as they all had the same naughty, daring thought about what to do with their excited, moist, tight little pussies…
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continued…..within minutes on the seat, on that sultry summer’s afternoon, hands began to meander, up skirts, and into blouses.
Soon after, clothes began to peel from their smooth skin, and breasts with hard erect nipples began to be set free…
Flesh was warmed by the sun, as more and more of their voluptuous bodies were set free.
To see the rest of this story, click on ‘Photo Stories’ in the menu above, then scroll your way through lots of other spanking stories to number 87, click on that, and that is where you will find this, and another 18 stories!
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Samantha was very excited when she heard the chattering gentlemen come through the gate and walk across the cobbles to her back door. She thrust her bottom towards the glass window in the door.
Mr.Gibson, Stuart and Mark entered the door into the little porch, and looked through the inner door window.
“Good Lord!” Exclaimed Mr Gibson.
“I say chaps, we’ve struck gold!” Uttered Stuart.
Mark said nothing, his jaw gently fell, whilst his heart rate rose.
Samantha heard the wooden spatula fall to the floor, and also heard the excited chatter slow down to appreciative murmurs. She felt her pussy go very moist, it was so sexy to know that three men were looking at her bottom. It was time to open her legs she thought to herself.
To read the rest of all the ‘in threes’ stories, click on ‘Photo Stories’ in the menu bar above and scroll down to story number 87, there you will find this story and many more…
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Kate passed her Mistress as she carried on sweeping the stairs, she heard her Mistress behind her, inspecting the supposedly clean stair carpet, she was tutting a lot, which made Kate nervous, very nervous indeed.
“Filthy!!! have you actually made contact with the brush?” Shouted Miss Kenworthy. “Time for some more stripes on your already red striped bottom young lady!”
The naughty maid could almost feel her eyes burning into her bare bottom as much as her cane marks.
“Put your legs over the banister and grip the rail tight, I’ll teach you a lesson, you naughty, naughty, NAUGHTY maid!!!”
It was about two weeks before the half term holiday, so far, their punishment book had four punishments, as you have seen. The girls went on a school trip to London, to the British Museum. In total 36 girls and four members of staff went, at the end of the day, four girls were missing. Can you guess who? I am sure you can.
It transpires that the four girls had spent around half an hour in the museum, and then they had gone window shopping, and ended up in a public house, in their uniforms. The got served too, I am going to get the name of the pub off them, and report the Public House to the Police.
The four girls have been taken to the Punishment Room by my secretary, and put in position. I arrive around ten minutes later, I hear chatter and giggles as I approach.
I open the door quietly, and then shout at the top of my voice “QUIET!!!!”
Instant calm.
“Get back into our positions now.”
All four dashed back to the spanking bench, and stood quietly.
“It seems I can recognise you from behind easier than I can when you face me! I am seeing so much of you bent over!” I said sternly.
All four chuckled.
Once again…”Quiet!!!”
“Bend over!”
I walked to the right of the sorry little row, and lifted Samantha’s Gym Slip.
Then Charlotte’s.
Suzette’s.
And finally Kate’s.
I walked back to the start of the line of miscreants and lowered Samantha’s school knickers.
Then Charlotte’s…
Then Suzette’s….
Once again the last one was Kate.
“Samantha, wiggle your bottom, whilst saying ‘I am a naughty girl’, repeatedly until your knickers fall to your ankles.”
The knickers slid down to…..”I am a naughty girl, I am a naughty girl….
Then each girl did it in turn…..finishing with Kate’s School knickers falling in a heap at her ankles.
“Bend your knees to touch the spanking bench…all of you.” I said as I swished my senior cane.
“”I am going to punish you for your disgraceful behavior at the museum, eight strokes each. This will be followed by a further four strokes for underage drinking in school uniform. I will then give you all, three at a time until you tell me the name of the public house!”
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continued….
“Raise your feet, and place them on the bench, keep your legs open and start fucking the cushion, I want to watch you move.” Said the Governess of Spanking Dreams.
“Yes Mistress, of course.” Replied Princess Spanky, obediently.
Her Mistress watched, through the opening of her bloomers. Her delightful bottom began to bob again, her pussy grinding deep and hard. “Not too fast, keep it nice and rhythmic for me.”
“Oh God, you are doing little squirts already, are you cumming” Asked a delighted Mistress, “It has only taken you ten thrusts!”
“Oh I’m sorry, I’m sorry, you have made me with your spanking and talking….. oooooh it is going to be a multi one, Oh Fuck!”
“Oh it’s alright, it isn’t you who is naughty, it’s your pussy, it needs a spanking.” And on saying so, she began to spank the dripping wet slit, in time to her thrusts.
“Don’t speed up, naughty pussy, keep the slow rhythm.”
It was Charlotte’s turn to sit at the ‘Naughty Desk’. She had been waiting outside the office door, probably hearing the spanking of Kate, which must have frightened the poor girl. I heard a brief exchange of words and then a knock. One naughty girl out, the next one in. Hopefully the fright of hearing a long hard spanking might make her think twice the next time she contemplates being naughty, as will her own spanking, but somehow, knowing her disciplinary record, I doubt it.
Her eyes darted to the ‘Knickers Rack’. She knew that Kate’s knickers would be there until home time, when she would collect them, along with a letter for her parents, to be signed and returned tomorrow. No doubt both girls will get another spanking tonight.
“Yes Charlotte, you do well to look and contemplate, yours will be on the second peg very soon, and will stay there until home time, whereupon you will be asked to take a letter to your parents, and you will duly bring it back signed, at 8.45 in the morning, before assembly. My Secretary, who wrote it, Miss Oakpine, will be in her office to take it from you.
Charlotte let a little scowl cross her face, she imagine her writing it, giggling at the thought of her getting spanked at home, and delight in witnessing her stiff, sore bottom walk into her office in the morning. Everybody said she listened at the door when she could.
I asked her what she had to say for herself, and as usual, mindless drivel ran from her mouth. She stood squirming.
I had turned the desk around as Kate left, Charlotte was getting a harder spanking and I needed room to swing even more.
I told her to get to remove her knickers and hang them above the desk.
She sighed, and turned to look at the site of her punishment, I saw her colour drain a little, then she proceeded to do as I asked.
You will see her hang her knickers on the hook, and sit down soon, so….
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I am some days keen to meet Mr.Gibson in the flesh, yet at other times I wonder if I am better off keeping him as a mystery, time will tell. I am beginning to think of him as a time traveler, or maybe someone like Philias Fogg. Whichever, whatever, he will always be, in my mind, a delightful gentleman from another age, dressed in a tweed suit, brogues, and maybe a dickie bow…
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We have just gone through one of our spells where we mail each other, but yet again he now tells me is ‘off on his travels, to somewhere where the internet will not work’….I wonder, the Amazon, A Chinese opium den, or back in Victorian Whitechapel, in some brothel…..Good Grief, he might be Jack the Ripper time traveling and coming to me….whew! Glad I am not a woman!! He writes…
Asa
Here is something, possibly, for behind the Red Curtains – perhaps not for the faint hearted that’s why they need to be behind the curtains, Suzette may be allowed to peep in, tell her…
Consider it done Mr. Gibson…
These are from the ‘good old days when, as now, young nymphs needed discipline in the old fashioned manner which of course they secretly adored……………..particularly when administered in the ‘Asa Style’ – lucky girls…
These gels were known as ‘tweenies’ as they were special and allowed to work both upstairs and downstairs ie., between stairs …
I wonder if Sir will have me bent over this chair after another spanking today? I hope so…
Please use this on my left cheek Sir.
Or perhaps you prefer my right cheek Sir…..or both perhaps.
…take your pick, from old or new, even retro, I am sure they all need the same.
Would Sir like me to bring a plimsol or a hairbrush on the tray?
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Asa….
….below noted as I took a stroll puffing on my meerschaum in the early evening mists and cobbles of Whitechapel…
(see what I mean about Jack?)
…the Mistress of the house chose her ‘tweenies’ carefully, see below…
A ‘Mistress of the House’, choosing a submissive prostitute to work in her house.
…she needed to maintain good order and discipline using various methods, many most effective………ah the good old days
Anyway Asa, now for my Earl Grey with lemon and thinly sliced cucumber sandwiches and er, move my footstool a little nearer m’dear………………..or you will be taken down to the kitchen to be ‘refreshed’
aye aye
James
And now he is off on his travels, I have no idea when we will chat again. It does not matter, I know we will, whether this side of Christmas or the other I do not know.
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Buxiban part 2
Mum registered me at the Junior college mentioned by Emma’s parents.
The Registration lady inquired, “Madam how old is your daughter?”
I answered, “Eighteen, Ma’am!”
The lady frowned. “Our pupils talk when they are addressed. I was asking your mother.”
I felt like a silly reprimanded schoolgirl, and blushed.
Mum answered, “She is eighteen Madam.”
“According to our laws she is a minor.”
I thought better than sassing back that I am a major back home.
“Madam,
please sign the corporal punishment clause after having written, “I
hereby allow the corporal punishment of my daughter Amelia according to
the rules of the college.”
I again blushed.
I was issued my uniform. When the burumas were added to the bag I asked, “May I please have knickers for wearing under them?”
The
lady said, “Our pupils request permission to speak when not addressed.
You were already warned. Turn around and raise your skirt.”
I froze on the spot. Mum said, “Do as you are told, dear.”
I very reluctantly turned around and raised my jeans miniskirt.
The registrar pulled a long and wide plastic ruler, from under the counter.
“Hands
on your knees, your are to get two strokes. If you move you will lower
your knickers, and the punishment will be repeated plus one stroke
across your thighs.
WHACK!
“OUCH!”
I
couldn’t help it, I danced with both hands rubbing my bum. I had never
imagined such a sting! It sure wasn’t like Mum’s occasional hand
spanking.
“Lower your knickers to your knees, and back in position.”
“What! Lowering my knickers right here with people around.”
“One more stroke! Lower your knickers now, or it will be two more.”
“Do as your are told dear.”
I
reluctantly lowered my knickers as another girl and her mother entered
the storeroom. I was mortified, my bare bottom got three fiery strokes,
and my thighs got one. That one was the worse! I again danced while
rubbing my throbbing bum and thighs. I had never been punished so
severely!
“You may pull up your knickers up, and adjust your skirt.”
I realized that she had whacked my thighs so that it would show under my mini. I was quite distressed.
I
pleaded with Mum to drop me back home so that I could change into
jeans. She ignored my plea. “You got a taste of what to expect if you
don’t toe the line. We are now going to buy you a bike.”
We
went to a shopping mall with an amazing indoor garden with full size
palm trees. It was a busy place, and I pulled my miniskirt as far down
as I could. It was no use everyone could see my reddened thighs.
I
saw two girls my age wearing school uniforms with similarly decorated
thighs, and they didn’t look too embarrassed. They were happily chatting
with boys also wearing uniforms with shorts.
At
the bike shop I asked for an electric one. Mum refused, she said that
pedaling would give me lovely legs. I chose a super bike. It was red
with zillions of speeds. The young sales clerk adjusted the handle bar
and the saddle, and I had to try it. He had my red thighs just about in
front of his nose, and he didn’t raise an eyebrow.
He
told Mum that I need an helmet. “It is mandatory Ma’am. Minors not
having one are to report to the local juvenile punishment center, and
parents are fined S$200.” I choose a discreet burgundy one, almost
matching my auburn-red hair.
Back
at our condominium I changed into jeans, but Mum was a meany. “Change
back into your miniskirt, so that it shows that you were a naughty girl
and punished.” I wanted to try my new bike, I had to obey. Mum added. “And don’t forget your helmet, I don’t want to pay a 200$ fine!”
I
tried my bike with my helmet on, and visited Emma. Her mother told me
that I would find her in the garden. She must have seen my thighs as she
added with a laugh, “I see that you have been registered at the Bukit
Timah college.”
I blushed and found Emma…
… “I got my uniform, and I was whacked with a nasty plastic ruler by the mean registrar!”
“Oh! I am sorry. I was also whacked by her. I should have warned you!”
“I
jumped after the first stroke, and I got three more, plus one across my
thighs. Boy did they sting!” I again blushed as I showed her.
“One more thing! The sales clerk at the bike shop mentioned ‘juvenile punishment center.'”
“Yes, minors caught misbehaving by the police are issued punishment slips.”
“And?”
“And you report to the local juvenile punishment center, and you get whacked, and your parents get a fine.”
“Phew! I now understand why there’s no graffiti.”
Emma added, “And no underage drinking or smoking, and etc.”
