The glum faces of the two girls soon changed as I moved around to spank their bottoms with the plimsol. I noticed their knees tremble and twitch as I approached.
I stood behind them, “Have you two naughty girls anything to say for yourselves?”
“I’m sorry Sir.”
“Me too Sir.”
“Thank you for the apology. I will now only give you eight on each cheek.”
I looked down and surveyed the targets before me.
I have always liked these two girls, but being naughty is exactly that, and they needed to be punished. I delivered their whacks quickly, it was soon over.
I knew that a blow to their pride and reputation of being the centre of attraction at most events, would have more effect on them. So I told them to remain in position.
The first years were waiting to come in for a lesson, and I told the two naughty girls to stay right where they were.
Lots of giggling and name calling ensued. I did nothing to stop it. The first years are quite famous for their prowess with pea shooters, and I did nothing to stop that either. In all honesty I wished I had one, they made lovely targets!
An hour later and the class was dismissed, soon after Charlotte and Samantha were too. I could see that the were furious at the indignity of their humiliation. Their faces were redder, than the cheeks of their bottoms!
THE END
The third incident is in black and white, go to the Incident Log to find it.
He has been on his travels around the globe again, and on his return has sent me some more stuff for you, but he also sent a little collection of pictures and said…’Maybe you can do something with these for Christmas.”
So I have gone on Corel Draw, and Photo Paint, and joined them all together to make a Christmas Card for you.
I love all things Christmas, and ‘A Christmas Carol’ by Charles Dickens is a firm favourite. In my humble opinion , the best ever Scrooge is Alistair Simm, remember him from the St.Trinian’s Films?
But this Chrismas, let it be my Great Great Great Great Grandad, a good friend of Mr.Dickens, and in his alternative version, ‘A Christmas Spanking’, (A Classic Spanking Ghost Story for Christmas), the Spirit of Christmas was replaced by my dear ancestor.
I hope he thinks I am keeping our family spanking traditions going alright for him, he started it all you see.
I must be Asa Jones VI.
Fancy that!
I hope you all have a good one, and that your preparations are going well/
To see the other 496 sets, click on ‘Photo Sets’ in the menu, and follow your nose through various links.
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We were shooting for the ‘Mr’s Walters’ story in the upper studio, at the top of the old mill, and spent a little time with Neddy, the Spanking Horse, Kate spotted it again you see, and that was it, she had to have a ride!. If you view my stories and sets, you will see all my girls in turn on it, being spanked or riding it with just the right contact, in the right area…wink wink…
“Okay then Kate, are you ready for a gallop?”
“Oh Yes, definitely Mr. Jones!”
She likes Neddy. One day I had her galloping in a full Victorian Maids outfit, all bunched up…it was amazing! She loves Neddy.
Over the years I have spanked many girls on Neddy, it is a favourite with the horsey type, but by no means exclusive to them. I never have counted how many clients I have had over the years, but it is a lot. The best rides is when I take them on a gallop, they rock away as fast, and as high, as the can whilst I use a crop on their bare bottom….”Come on girl, faster, faster, rock it more, ou will never clear this river ahead…come on….come on….WHACK!!! you did it! Oh…there is a hedge coming up, gallop fast now….NO!!! I MEAN REALLY FAST!! whack whack whack whack whack whack whack whack whack…. Ideally in a jacket, and I like them in a white blouse, neck tie and top hat,… best of all!
If you go to my video sales page, you will find one where Charlotte whacks a girl who is galloping very fast on it, she doesn’t half sweat! Charlotte does too! But we did not have the saddle on, we had a rather nice suction dildo instead!
To read the rest, click on ‘Photo Stories’ in the above menu bar, and
scroll down to 87, where you will find another 20 or so stories in this
style, this is number 12 in that section…
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continued….
All us spankers know of, and love, that delicious moment, when a girl is over your lap, with knickers on, and you decide it is time to take them down. When they push up, to let you pull them down, it is as if they are raising their bottom up for a kiss.
Stephanie did this with Charlotte…
Charlotte’s knickers got stuck on her moist pussy lips, so gently she wiggled a little, and with a tug, they shot down.
Stephanie enjoyed the beauty of the bare bottom before her, the curves were gentle, the soft hills of her glorious mounds were magnificent.
And your colour bonus this week is, Stephanie, about to raise her palm to deliver the first smack.
To read the rest, click on ‘Photos Stories’ in the menu bar above and
scroll down to 87, you will find another 20+ stories there, written in
this style…
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continued…
Not much writing in this part, Charlene continued to sing the can-can music as Mistress used the crop on Kate’s bottom, making her dance!
“Oh for God’s sake Charlene, stop that singing! It’s bloody awful, I will not ask you again!” Shouted their Mistress.
It was Kate’s turn to giggle.
“In fact, you have inspired me, I will make you both sing!” …..whack. whack, whack!!
A merry little tune they sang too….”oooh! Owww! Yeeeow!! Oooooowwwwwoww!…and on, and on…”
Here is your colour bonus, their Mistress concentrating on her targets with the riding crop!
This time she has been very, very naughty, and has been caught stealing sweeties from the tuck shop. She is getting six of the best. (Remember that this is series is just about the outfit in the title, not the punishment, so you will not see the caning in this post)
She gets a jolly good telling off…
I finish that and she cannot look at me, she is ashamed. I know the cane strikes fear into the heart of every naughty girl, and use that fear to my advantage. I tell her to pass me the crook handled cane.
She walks to me with a nervous smile, stupidly thinking that extreme good behavior and politeness will lessen her punishment. As if!
I take the slim, flexible, yellow rattan from her trembling hands, and send her to the vaulting horse.
Take your knickers down and bend over you naughty girl!
I swish my cane and make my way to her side.
I deliver six good hard crisp whacks to her wiggling bottom….
To read more of B’s work, click on ‘Links and Contributors’ in the menu bar above, scroll down to ‘Contributors’, and once there scroll down to her page.
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Buxiban part 9
The
mamak cane was gathering dust. I was a good girl, and I had great
grades. I had to admit that the fear of having my bottom well spanked or
caned was keeping me on the right track. There was also the shame at
eighteen to have my short uniform skirt reveal reddened thighs as a
punished little girl. I guessed that Wei
my boyfriend, with his smart junior navy cadet uniform, would be
embarrassed to hold hands with a punished school girl. I was as my chum Emma more and more like our Asian friends Lila and Isia, well behaved and hardworking.
On
school days I am up at 7, and out the door at 8 to have a few minutes
to spare before the assembly bell. Today I left earlier because the
roads were wet from torrential monsoon rain during the night. I saw that
the light was orange and should stop, but the road was wet. I was
afraid of skidding. I rose above the saddle and whooshed thru the
intersection. I thought I had made it before the red light, but I heard a
shrilling whistle. I braked and my bike skidded. It stopped skidding
with hitting the curb, and I flew over the handlebar. I gently landed on
the wet grass. I was helped up by a policewoman. “Young lady, you have
ran a red light. May I have your identity card…”
She
pressed a few keys onto some strange handheld device, and it printed a
small ticket, which she gave me. “In a few days, your parents will
receive a letter ordering them to pay a $200 fine. That fine will be
accompanied with an appointment at your Juvenile Correction Center.
I
was almost late for the morning assembly. My uniform dress was a mess,
and I was sobbing. Our Supervisor came over and nicely asked, “What is
it Amelia?”
“I got a ticket, sniff…”
I gave it to her, and she read, “Running a red light, $200 fine and JCC appointment in the mail.”
“It was orange… sniff… I should have stopped… sniff… but the road was wet…”
I
continued, “…my bike skidded… sniff… I flew over the handlebar
and landed in wet grass… sniff… my knickers are wet…”
She
told my friends to look after me. “Clean her dress and find some dry
knickers for her to wear. I’ll inform Miss Yew that you will be late.”
They were very nice and 10 minutes later we were in class. Miss Yew repeated the start of the English grammar quiz for us.
Over
the mid-morning break and lunch, I repeated the story of my
misadventure for a few more friends. I also asked about the JCC.
“You will probably be caned or tawsed.”
“Oh!”
“They have several canes…”
“Huh?”
“Considering
your age, it will be a junior cane, similar to a mamak cane, but
whippier because longer. A mamak cane is 40 to 50 cm and that junior
cane will be 60 to 70 cm.”
“Ah!”
“Remember that it is her first appointment at the JCC.”
“Yes, they will be lenient, but they will for sure give her a fiery bum!”
I wasn’t too reassured.
Back home, Mum wasn’t too happy. “$200!”
Poppa
didn’t care about the money, he was never concerned about money. He
tried to be reassuring, “Your lovely buns will be decorated a day or two
more than it would be with your mamak cane.”
I still wasn’t too reassured and hugged my teddy while waiting for sleep…
Charlotte chose the cane, and Samantha took one too. The three women were armed and dangerous. They were off to track down their quarry.
Samantha deftly closed the pastel blue painted pine drawer with her bottom. The others looked on admiringly, Samantha seemed to do everything so sexily, and elegantly.
As soon as the drawer slid to a close, the three girls stopped smiling and the whole atmosphere changed. The maid had spied on them spanking each other, she had masturbated as she did so, when caught, she did not stop, she ran, she disobeyed them. She needed teaching a lesson.
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Do you remember the thrill of hide and seek as a child? The fear and excitement of being caught, trembling and listening to your heart and your breathing?
Well….imagine Suzette, wherever she is, hiding from these three. And after hearing their voices and a drawer slide shut, hearing footsteps, determined angry eager footsteps coming her way! Imagine the fear!
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The chase was on….”Tally Ho!”
Like a tired fox behind a bush. Suzette was keeping still, in the distance, like the rumbling hooves of thoroughbred horsed, and the yelping of hounds, the three girls were on the hunt. Each one uttering threats.
