A while ago I put an advert out on PP asking for new girls to come to my school for a spanking or more, and the chance to appear in one of my stories.
I was staggered by the response of pretty young girls wanting to come and bare their bottom for a spanking.
I already have my main team of lovely spanking models, that will not change.
I already have a full client list of ‘private customers’ who do not want to be photographed, just spanked in their fantasy scenarios.
But for one of my stories, I needed new girls, to come straight from court, to my school of correction. To be stripped, put in school uniform, and punished, before being sent to the dormitory to begin their new life. Their sentence, without a criminal record would then begin, under the auspices of Miss Kenworthy. Sometimes a week, sometimes a month, sometimes longer.
The first girl to apply was Molly.
This is not one of my stories. This is a description of what happened with each girl, the real girl, not a story character. The ones who replied to my advert.
Like most newcomers she arrived with her bag of belongings, and obviously a little nervous. We had written a few times prior to our meeting and I had constantly reassured her that I am a gentleman, and what I do is built on trust, respect, and most of all, recommendation.
I soon put her at ease over tea and cake, and before long she was comfy in my warm friendly company, having a chuckle. Then we talked about her spanking.
She told me why she needed a spanking, it was all to do with being unkind to a young teacher, and making her life hell.
So, an hour later after shooting her transformation into a naughty girl in school uniform I gave her a real good telling off about her behaviour, pointing out how the poor young woman must have felt. I told her to imagine the woman was there now, to witness her punishment, and afterwards agreeing to get on with her life, the matter finally being closed.
She said she wished she was.
I told her that if this was in my day as a Headmaster, at my school, in my office, that even though it was her first spanking, it would be a hard long one on the bare, and if she did not apologise and show true regret, I would use the plimsol on her bare behind and quite possibly finish with the cane!
In real life she had had her bottom smacked and stroked, but she had never been spanked. I told her quite plainly that she needed a good spanking and would feel better for it, and that only one person who decides when it is over…
This scared her a little, so I offered a safe word and assurance that I would stop instantly. But added, that for her own good she should try to struggle on through the pain and shock, to the end, and be grateful that someone has finally put an end to her guilt.
I told her to stand to my right as I sat on an old wooden chair. I instructed her to lift her gym slip, and lower her knickers to her knees. I turned to take her hand, her delightful pussy was only two feet from my nose. I gave a gentle tug and over she came. Her virginal soft pert young bare bottom arched up towards me, trembling. I could feel her nervousness on my lap.
It was a tense moment, the whole world at that instant condensed to her, in my secluded, perfectly safe spanking sanctuary, draped over my knee. We could make as much noise as we liked, nobody would hear or disturb us. The air was still, sunlight illuminated her firm young cheeks, her fine downy bottom hair stood up.
I wrapped my left arm around her tiny waist and gripped. I raised my right hand, holding it stiff and firm in a slight arch to match the curve of her cheeks.
Using all my skills I began, straight into a hard fast flurry of firm smacks. Four on her right cheek, two on the left, three to each then two on each alternating. The poor girl screamed, bucked and wriggled!
She had no idea where the next resounding smack woul fall.
Her right arm flew around in instinctive protection.
Ha! I was ready for that! I caught it easily around the wrist and forced it to the small of her back. ‘How dare she try to block me?!’
The noise she made was a series of loud hisses in the sharp form of …
“Ahh ahh ahh ahhh!”
It spurred me on, her bottom was soon hot and crimson.
No safe word was shouted, so I swung high, and landed hard, watching the shock waves ripple through the soft flesh like the sea might on the shore in a stiff breeze.
“I’m sorry Miss Worthington…I’m so sorry!” She wailed.
I believed her, the apology shot forth repeatedly, in earnest, between her squeals.
I finished the bare bottom spanking using just my fingers, hard and stiff, each smack leaving four white stripes for a brief moment in time as I said loudly “Let this be a lesson you will never forget young lady!”
She squealed her reply as her bottom bounced “Oh it is Mr Jones! I won’t ever forget…thank you, thank you!”
Breathing hard I watched her cheeks settle. Neither of us spoke for a few minutes as I gently stroked her bottom.
We continued the shoot, taking photos of her red bottom. She asked if I minded if she masturbated at the end. This is very common. I consented and watched.
As she left she thanked me and asked…”Next time can I try the plimsoll?”
The next new girl, in September is Karen.
more to come…