This carries on from set 500…

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Kate ran around the corner at the top of ‘Kate’s Stairway’ to the top floor of the old mill where my studio is. I struggled up, in chase….okay stop laughing you cheeky buggers, I am 72 now you know!

There are very few hiding places in the huge room with it’s ceiling supported by pillars and its many windows. My mind goes back in a dream, to clicking looms, and later machines making cigarettes. I have researched the old building…it was the highest employer of young women in the area…I wonder if any got spanked….maybe they look excitedly at me now, watching me in my shoots and spanking my girls, who knows? My last place was haunted, so why not this? I might haunt it myself one day, Asa Jones, the Disciplinarian, haunts this place…dare you enter and bare your bottom?

I can imagine Suzette doing Ghost Tours….lol

Anyway, I digress, back to the storyset…

As my eyes focused slowly, like awakening from a dream, an idea materialised in my mind…

I find Kate and bring her to the pillars. “I am going to spank you for running away Kate.”

“Oh good.” She says with a cheeky smile.

“Stand here and put your arms out.”

“Okay boss.”

In a story I write of my girls in character, but here in a photo set, it is a little different. It is me and her chatting, role play, or just photos….but it is also a way of letting you join me sometimes, not all my photos are stories as you know, very often they are your eyes, and my writing is your ears….of when I am playing with my girls in the old spanking mill.

As if being tied up in a school uniform between two pillars in an old mill, after being chased up a set of stairs by some old man is the most natural thing in the world, she looks up to the ceiling…

…”I love this roof.”

“You loved the stairs too.

She chuckled. “I think I just love it here, with you, it suits you.”

“Yes, old and decrepit.” I smile back.

“No….old and nice!”

We then shared one of those moments where if I wrote of them you would think it a flight of fancy. A moment when it is obvious we are friends, and more. It’s hard to explain…so I won’t try.

She gets thoughtful, she is an intelligent girl, we talked of times past, and how it must have been with the mill girls, a strong bond of friendship in a hard life. She was lost in her own thoughts as I walked slowly around her.

I broke her trance when I walked all the way around her, reached up into her green gingham school summer dress, and slowly slid her navy blue knickers down.

“Ooooh, there’s a draft on my bottom Mr.Jones.”

“Well if it’s cold, don’t worry, I’ll warm it thoroughly for you.” I replied in my soft voice.

“Oh you are so kind!”

With toes together and trapping the knickers, she waited for her next instruction, looking down at her knickers.

“Will you jiggle your knees and make them drop to your ankles please?”

She did so, with a giggle, and saying “wiggle wiggle wiggle” softly as she did.

“Perfect Kate! I like watching navy blue school knickers slide down.”

“Really? I hadn’t noticed.” She laughed, as once more I walked behind her.

I lifted her green gingham dress and told her to bend her knees a little.

I stood and studied the delightful sight before me. She likes this a lot, ‘to be appreciated and admired.’ I stroked her bottom curves a while. Then I walked around to her front, to admire the view from that side.

“Hmmmm, not quite enough flesh.” I thought, and made adjustments.

She did what I wanted, without asking. Her head fell. “Do you feel vulnerable?”

“Yes, very.”

“But safe with me….yes?”

“Of course, I would only do all this with you.”

“But you like to feel vulnerable and a bit scared, yes?”

“Very much.”

“Show me.” I said and walked around her, clicking my camera.

“Are you getting cold?”

“A bit yes.”

“Well Kate, you have done exactly what I wanted, and shown me what tied up and vulnerable looks like, thank you. Lets go down and have a cup of tea and warm up.”

“Will you still spank me?”

“Of course.”

Asa