Asa’s Naughty Schoolgirls

I was born in 1951, as I grew up it was advised and positively encouraged that naughty schoolgirls were punished both at school and at home by spankings. Either by hand, or implements, like plimsol, hairbrush, strap, tawse, cane etc

I witnessed many.


Here are sets, ten photos in each…

My Tribute to Roger Benson

To see my tributes to other artists, click here…

So many ways this man has influenced my work. Especially the way he focussed on the expression and line of sight from the spankees eyes to the prominent weapon to be used.

Like the hairbrush here…

Or the belt/strap in this one….

And the pointing finger in this one.

More to come.

Thank you Roger, if ever you stumble across this and would like me to put my girls to use on your superb art, just ask. No charge, I do all this for free, just for the love of spanking and the female bottom.


Spanking Curiosities, Oddities and Ephemera ~ Part Two

I never thought there would be that much, you will find part one tucked in here…

And it is continuing here…

In medieval times only the privilidged few could read, so when you went to a brothel, you either pointed to a picture in the Madam’s book, or took a token to her. She then sent you to the correct booth. Here is a brothel token for spanking…

This is a German letter opener, not spanking I know, but all the same, it has a nice bottom and I would love to own it!

So it seems that somewhere in the mysterious oriental east, some ancient tribe had a ‘God of Spanking’…nice! Don’t like the teeth though, maybe the bottom gets a bite too!

On my quest for all things spanking, I came across this ‘slave girl in a spanking pose’, statuette. Being gold I thought of using it on my Twitter for the spanking photo of the month! Starts this month.

What the Butler and Maids Saw – Part Two

To see part one, click here…

As this develops all the parts will be added to this…

….another night

…and the lusty ‘Lady of the House’ went into her naughty red room again. Soon the padded holes had gently thrusting cocks pushed through, their purple heads glistening in the oil lamp light. She heard creaks as the wet pussies of her maids slid down on to the curved dildos and rubbing pads on the other side of the walls. The eyes on the picture slid across, to reveal wet shiny eyes feasting on her body. She drew the little curtain on the hole below, and immediately a huge ramrod of a manhood thrust in, pulsating up and down rhythmically, already pre cum was hanging down in a silk like thread,

She bared her breast and pulled down her bloomers, to twist and turn to show herself in turn to each spy hole, her vulva engorged with her warm blood, showing her excitement.

She rolled on to her tummy, and slid her fingers under her belly to reach her cunt, which was already staining the red cover. She pumped up and down on her jiggling, wiggling, sticky fingers until she came, to the sound of grunts and moans.

She took the riding crop, and whacked her own bottom. (Sorry, that is on my video site, I will take some screen shots from it one day and post here.)

Then she rubbed the crop on her clit until she came again.

She watched the huge throbbing knob thrust under the picture, faster and faster until it was ready to spurt. She quickly turned to show her dripping wet cunt to what she hoped was the butler.

She felt the warm spunk shoot all up and down the crack of her fine soft arse, and lay there, feeling it trickle down the crack and onto the bed linen.

Bloody hell! Got myself going then! I will shoot (photos! Not my spunk!) more one day, maybe a friend or two might come to stay in the next instalments.

Bye for now…

The Slave Girl ~ Part 9

To view the rest of the story, click here…

…Mistress Charlotte took Spanky her slave into the room she hired in the old office block, and without ceremony, tied her to a suspension bar. The purpose now was to see how she could present her bottom with arms raised, and to keep the pain in her bottom at a high level. She was still testing this beautiful bottom.

Another eight resounding whack of the cane resounded around the room. The paintings, which resembled them so much, felt like an invited audience, looking at them.

Mistress Charlotte took a step forward and delivered the last three hard and fast, the cane whistled through the air and curved around the arc of those soft cheeks on landing with a crack, a whack and a thwack!

Spanky danced, she danced the caning dance, swivelling, screaming and kicking…

Just in case it had not sunk in yet, Charlotte wanted to show her slave girl that she had absolute power over her. “Right, I am now going to tie you to the cross, and give you some more!”

Would she protest?

Would she beg and plead?

Neither. She said…”thank you Mistress.”