Monthly Archives: March 2024

Asa Jones Spanking ‘Creative Greenhouse’ ~ Number One – The Transition to the new, and the maintaining of the old…

These will pop up from time to time.

I run a club, and it is crammed full of the nicest, interesting, intelligent, creative people…. who are all interested in spanking.

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TRADITIONAL NOT OLD…

Do you read the comments at the bottom of the posts? It takes a day or two for them to flood in, but it is well worth looking at older posts, people like Suzette add her feelings to her spankings in stories, Jean Marie drips eroticism every time she adds, various men add illuminating, exciting, funny, observant points, all enhancing the experience of visiting my blog.

This is the basic level of members in my club.

The next level, belongs to my delightful contributors, these are story writers, photographers, AI and Photoshop experts, Spanking History and Ephemera Collectors. Lots of these have their own page. A lot of these would be in the next level up, but due to living possibly up to thousands of miles away, can’t visit me.

Then comes the Elite Level, people who have climbed to the top of the club and come to my events.

If my blog was a Greenhouse, then all of these people would be my most treasured and cared for plants, I encourage and nurture them to blossom, like beautiful blushing spanked bottom pink Orchids…

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This statement will be more relevant in a few paragraphs…

I have just started my Scenario Page, consisting of posts devoted to a single photo, click here…

https://www.spanking-emporium.co.uk/spanking-emporium/?p=43375

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To nurture means to look after, encourage, reward…to tend something, caringly.

People who leave a comment, then more, and more….get invited to join the club.

People who contribute, eventually end up with their own page.

People who become real friends, get invited to visits if they live close enough.

Photographers and Artists, end up with their own artists page.

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It is important for a club to have rewards and aspirations. It is also the responsibility of someone who runs a club to provide a happy rewarding experience. I try, but admit that my blog always comes first, but I do what I can, and because of that the, club is growing, and in its own way, flourishing.

BUT WE DO NEED MORE WOMEN…IT IS A SAFE PLACE, I will look after you, I promise…interested?

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I did a CLUB COMPETITION the other day, for members who are in to the EXCITING MODERN WAYS. 

My blog thrives on TRADITIONAL SPANKINGS and that is my forte. But some of my club members embrace the MODERN TECHNOLOGY LIKE ARTIFICIAL INTELLIGENCE AND PHOTO SHOP ETC. TO ENHANCE THE TRADITIONAL SPANKINGS.

THESE ARE NOT THE FINISHED ARTICLE…

I gave the club members interested in this modern technology a challenge… via the competition.

I asked….”Do what you can with this, show me what modern technology can do to enhance my blog.”


So far three members have entered the competition. There will be no outright winner, but the best ones will go on the page I linked to above, where single photos have a scenario written around them.

These are still being worked on, but look what the first two look like so far…

I will ask for more…can Samantha on the H.M.S. Victory, have a shadow under her, can there be implements etc

This will be a school trip, where a girl has misbehaved, could a navy man be spanking her, if I sent a suitable photos could she be ‘riding the gunners daughter’ in her next visit etc etc

The second could be Saint Helena High School on a School Holiday, could there be a plimsol on the table?

THE FUTURE

Holds exciting possibilties, girls spanked at bus stops, on buses, on planes, in castles, and stately homes etc etc

I could give them six, eight, ten photos and build whole stories with them. The people who are doing these are writers too. They will have exclusive rights to all my photos, and I will let them ask for particular poses etc

I will not see most of it, I am 72, and by the time my ideas get to fruition I will be 74? 75? But talking of the future, I have a little announcement.

I have asked my web queen to make my blog live on forever, on the ‘cloud’, so my work will go on, and I have asked Suzette and her partner to take over when I die, they now have my password, and access to every photo I have taken.

One has to plan these things, but…..God Willing, it will not be for a while yet!

Whew! Fuck me…..I sat here for a minute or so thinking, “That’s it, I have tempted Fate, and he will tap me on the shoulder any second and whip my head off with his scythe!!”

But no, there was no dull thud as I crumpled in a heap, I am still here.

If there is no post tomorrow, it seems that Fate has a cruel sense and timing!

So……more to come (I hope!)

Asa

GLAMOUR ~ INDEX

As you know I have various glamour pages, here they are one click away…

  1. https://www.spanking-emporium.co.uk/spanking-emporium/?page_id=18
  2. https://www.spanking-emporium.co.uk/spanking-emporium/?p=24604
  3. https://www.spanking-emporium.co.uk/spanking-emporium/?p=32421

However, this is PART FOUR

You see, I put my first post on X (Twitter) on Nov 22nd, last year, and now, almost four months later, I have 700 followers. A long way from the 7000 I used to have on there, but non the less, I am enjoying it. Suzette has gone on too, and she is flying. So, if you want to be in contact with her, go to my web site home page, and click on the X button. You’ll find her.

But what it has done other than showing me just how popular X is, (I regularly get over 1000 views on a single photo post) it has shown me the power of a single photo, with a good scenario or situation, attached..

I intend to go through X at the end of each month, and look for the one or two with the highest views, and put them on here, but expanding the writing, so this is the start of that…

Scenario 1

…I have actually posted this today, so you can track it if you go.

The class had been restless, something outside of school, before the days lessons had begun, had made the school full of girls, restless. Lots of gossip, lots on innuendos. It had increased by morning break, it was commented on in the staff room at lunch. Similarly at afternoon break, everyone had said how it had increased over lunch.

It is now the last lesson and the chatter was almost at hysterical level when they came in. “Quiet! All of you, I do not know what has happened…..”

This was greeted with all heads turning to naughty Kate, I am not at all surprised to know that she is at the centre of it. She guffawed, and the rest of the class did the same.

“.…QUIET!!!! This is your last warning.”

Peace and quiet descended, I gave them work to do, and the scratch of pen on paper ruled once again.

Kate was stifling a giggle, I could see it building, she was going red, her hand was over her mouth, and when it burst out, snot flew through her fingers and she lost control….laughing loudly and snorting rudely.

I got hold of her ear with one hand and picked the tawse up with the other.

Half sniggering still, and half squealing at the discomfort in her left twisted ear, she was dragged to the rear of the classroom. I kept my arm holding her ear straight, so you can imagine the spectacle of a squawking girl, wriggling at my arms length.

…. “I warned you young lady!!!” I boomed, “I warned the whole damn class, but no, you, Kate, the bane of my school life, has to be the stupid little girl who goes hysterical before everyone”.

I make her stand facing the wall, and get the rest of the class to write out fifty times….”I must not encourage idiots to make spectacles of themselves in class” A huge groan goes up. “QUIET! You are now all going to stay behind for twenty minutes, with hands on heads, in total silence.”

The girls all write their lines. I collect them and tear the pages into four, one at a time, without even looking. Kate is stood looking at the wall still. I drop the pieces of paper ceremoniously in the bin. To prove what a fruitless waste of time this all is.

“Stand up! Turn around to face the punishment desk at the back of the room.”

Feet and chairs shuffle, as all the girls turn around.

I bend Kate over, bare her bottom and wallop her backside with great force! She squeals the room down. I tell her to stay in place, freshly thrashed bottom on view.

“Class dismissed. Stand by your cleared desks, with chairs neatly in place.”

They all have to file out, slowly, in single file, through the door by her side. She is now in disgrace and shame. The girls have stood up, cleared their desks and placed the chairs neatly. All but one untidy desk of course remains. The chair on its side on the floor adds to the silent drama.

As they begin to make their way, I announce…

“Class 5b you are deducted 500 class points, this will mean you lose the lead and go to fourth position in the Reward Table. Now off you go, quietly and orderly.”

I allow a lot of leeway in these situations, slaps, threats, and the odd pinch are all ignored by me as twenty eight girls walk by the naughty girl to go home.

The last girls go out, the door closes. I carry a stool to the naughty desk and ask her to give me her knickers. She sits on the cold hard stool with a wince.

I give her a sheet of paper, and a pencil. “In Upper Case, in your best hand writing, write out ‘I am a silly naughty girl who has acted foolishly and got the whole class into trouble. I have been punished and made to walk to the school gate with my knickers off and skirt tucked in at the back, with my red sore bottom on show……keep writing that until you fill the paper.”

She looks forlorn, and takes the pencil

“Leave the last line on the other side empty, for your parents to sign. I want you to bring it back tomorrow. At the end of assembly, with your knickers removed and skirt tucked in, you will walk onto the stage and hand it to me”

She begins to write…

I sit at my desk and smile as I hear the pencil lead break. The pencil sharpener is screwed to the bench at the front of the class, her bottom is towards me as she wriggles and cranks the handle. The pencil sharpener is so good, that the point it leaves is needle like, this will probably happen ten to twenty times, before she is done.

I know her parent well, the approve of my discipline, she really needs it regularly. They will almost certainly spank her tonight, and in the morning. When she comes up she will be wiggling her red bruised bottom before the whole school.

If, it is not signed. She will be bent over and get ‘six of the best’, touching her toes, before the whole school, to start her day.

Asa

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Scenario Number Two is Password Protected, you will see why…

Click here…

https://www.spanking-emporium.co.uk/spanking-emporium/?p=43609

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The Incident Log of Saint Helena High School for Wayward Girls ~ Incident 4 ~ The Intruder in the Study! ~ Part 3

To read the rest, click here…

https://www.spanking-emporium.co.uk/spanking-emporium/?p=42277

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continued…

Miss Kenworthy’s fame as a school disciplinarian and her systems, along with her apparatus, were becoming very well known. We had recently had the Board of Education tell us that they wished to use her system in other counties as a model. This they did, it was quite a promotion for her, and of course as Headmaster I did not stand in her way. She was now National Co-ordinator of School Discipline. A job she ran along side hers, here at Saint Helena High School for Wayward Girls.

Most of her serious discipline was done by a merit/de-merit system, and her own small team monitored the records. She meted out punishment on Thursdays and Fridays. Using Wednesday for groups. This freed up Monday and Tuesdays for her to visit other schools doing training.

We had a one to one meeting the other week, I am covering Monday and Tuesday discipline, and run my own Friday afternoon sessions too, as I always have. She asked if I would allow her to video her punishments of naughty girls, for her training.

I agreed, so long as she did her Discipline Seminars here, to increase School revenue. She agreed, my school is getting ever more famous, and the brand name of School for Wayward Girls, is now used in a number of counties and growing, each with their own county Saint before the title.

Hence Miss Kenworthy switching on her recorder, as Kate knocked at the door.

She added up the merit and de-merit marks and talked to the camera. Then on hearing the knock, shouted “Enter.”

Kate entered…and Miss Kenworthy told her where to stand.

Miss Kenworthy told her of her points, and also of her witness and proceeded to tell her that her punishment was to be recorded for training purposes. The conversation was long and detailed. Kate said she had gone in to take selfies, and of course Miss Kenworthy said nothing of what she knew.

Kate’s mind instantly went to the possibility of hacking in to the system!

Miss Kenworthy stood.

With her camera position in mind, she positioned herself centre stage, so to speak.

She sat down and told Kate to come to her right side.

….and then told her to get over her knee for a ‘Damn Good Spanking!”

More to come…

Asa

Eliot’s Public Detention ~ Part 4

To read the rest, click here…

https://www.spanking-emporium.co.uk/spanking-emporium/?p=40781

It was at this stage that I stopped the ‘in three’s idea’, it was taking too long, so back to normal length, but still in black and white.

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Charlotte’s thoughts were all over the place, showing her knickers and more on line for money was one thing, but having them shown like this prior to a spanking was another, but she listened, hard…was that the steady sound of tips dropping in to her income box. Newcomers to the show, who had not heard her telling off, just assumed it was part of the show.

She decided to give them what they wanted….”Oh Sir, please, no, no, no! Please don’t spank my bottom, pleeeeeease!!”

“To late young lady, actions have consequences!”

With her bottom high, and white panties tight, the smacks began to land.

SMACK!

“Owwww!”

Smack after smack landed hard on her tight white knickers stretched across her fine plump cheeks, making them bounce and Charlotte squeal!

She protested throughout, but to no avail, her pleading made no difference whatsoever.

“Owwwww, ooooh, my bottom….ouch!”

Then his hand moved to the waistband of her school knickers and began to tug at the stiching, to make room for his fingers to slide in and get a grip on them.

With her legs kicking furiously, she begged, “No Sir, please no….leave my knickers up, ooooh oh….please….wahhhh….please!!”

more to come…

Asa

Photo Set 513 ~ Grey Vest, Willow Green Knickers, Buckingham Green Socks, and Plimsols…

Continuing with various outfits over various apparatus. This time it is Samantha, sent to me from her P.E. Class at the appointed time to receive a bare bottom caning.

This means that when she returns to the gym, she will have the humiliation of carrying on with her exercises etc with a painful bottom and her stripes showing out of the sides of her knickers, and no doubt whimpering and sniffing.

She is at the Vintage Flogging Stool today…

“Stand before the stool Samantha.”

“Yes Mr.Jones Sir.”

“Pull the flogging stool out from the wall please. We do not want you to bang your head as you bend over, do we?”

“No Mr.Jones, I don’t want to bang my head.”

“That’s enough. Now bend over and grip the legs, low down, and tuck your knees in please.”

“Yes Mr.Jones Sir.”

“Right, I am going to take down your knickers, and very quickly give you five strokes of the cane on your bare bottom. I want you to take our hands off the legs and place them on the rail. You will remain in place, if you move, it will be six. Understand?”

“Yes Sir, I will tr my best not to move Sir.”

THWACK, THWACK, THWACK, THWACK, THWACK….

“OWWWW, OOOOH, EEEEEEEEK! YEEEEOOOOOOW! OHHHHHHHHHHOOOOOWWW!”

She takes them well, and remained in place, thus saving her the sixth stroke.


“You will now stay in that position, no matter who may come in, and remain thus until I allow you to go back to the gym. You have a good fifty minutes of your lesson left, I will give you time to compose yourself.”

sniff….snifff….snifff…. “Oooooh, ahhhh, thank you….ooooh, Mr.Jones Sir..” sniffle….

Asa