Martin Van Maële

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1863 – 1928n

Possibly born in Frane but known as a Beigian illustrator, who liiustrated the Sherlock Holmes and H.G.Wells novels. Did lots of vintage spanking art, and well known for doing men with large cocks! Also some children’s stuff, rude, like boys showing theirs if girls show theirs! Also some dark macabre stuff. He also illustrated the most famous judicial punishment book of them all, ‘Nell in Brideswell.’

His art…

These two are from ‘Nell’.

Others….

Some coloured work….

A Naughty Schoolgirl’s Crimes and Punishments ~ Part 4

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…when Kate got home, she was obviously very worried. Mummy talked sensibly to her after reading the letter. She explained about reputations, and getting the wrong things said about her. She said she deserved her punishment, and it served her right, and she would try to keep Daddy calm.

On his arrival she heard him explode…”She did what!? What? Bloody hell!”

Then there was talking, and in he came, with his leather soled slipper gripped in his hand. She passed the letter nervously.

She had always been his blue eyed girl, and when he saw her shaking hand, his temper cooled. “Look, what you have done was silly, rude and extremely naughty. Everyone will know, and Mummy will find it hard to look her friends in the eye. However, I know you have paid for it well, Mummy says that Mr Jones has done one of his renowned jobs on your naughty bottom. So, it is supper in your bedroom and no television for the next week. I am going to give you a spanking though, get on that chair, and bare your bottom!”

Twenty good firm whacks later found her in her bedroom, tummy down, naked on the bed. Her towel was spread over her bottom with cold water soaked into it. Her bottom was welted and very sore, it would be a night for sleeping on her tummy, and probably breakfast stood at the breakfast bar.

Sleep slowly came over her, her mind full of thoughts about being punished, as she stroked her welts. Her fingers moved to her pussy…

She arrived in dreamland, she was walking with Mr.Jones, before them was an old building in the woods.

She walked in, it was damp, she could hear dripping water. He led her by some hanging chains with hooks, to some stairs. She noticed he had a lantern to light the way. He switched on a light which illuminated the bottom of the stairs, which they descended.

There was a long corridor, with twists and turns, and other corridors at intervals leading into the darkness. She thought she heard moans from some. They arrived at a locked door. Mr Jones unlocked it, and took her in. “You are now one of my schoolgirl spankng slaves. I come down here to punish you, not because of anything you have done, but because you are a dirty little bitch who likes to be punished, you are a pain slut. That is what people say about you now. Even your Mummy and Daddy know what you are, they have given you to me.”

‘Yes, I am your dirty slut, your dirty little bitch. You can fuck me if you like.”

“Shhhhh. For now, just get on there, and bare your bottom. There’s a good slut.”

‘Yes Sir.’

Her dream went on and on. Day after day she waited, hungry for his cane. She heard him walk down swishing it, but on some days his footsteps faded, down another corridor, where she heard distant whack, screams, and groans of sordid pleasure. How she hated those other dirty bitches. She wanted to be his only dirty spanking bitch!

On some days, the steps would stop at her door, the key would insert into the lock, echoing, and after a clunk the door would open. With black gowns flowing, over his tweed suit, his brogues clipping on the cobbled damp floor, and his rattan cane swishing in the air, he would deal with her.

Every time he came, she found new ways for her bottom to greet him.

Night after night she lay thinking of it, her hands working hard, one on her pussy, one smacking her bottom, or scratching lines on it.

Night after painful night he came and thrashed her to orgasm.

He was right, she loved it, she needed it.

Then one night is was different. Why? You might ask. Well, you see it wasn’t her bottom that greeted him, it was her wet pussy…”Fuck me Mr.Jones, then cane me long and hard!”

He took out his throbbing manhood, and with the cane in one hand, and his glistening, pulsating, purple head in his other he…she…he…she…she awoke to the best orgasm of her life…

Much more to come, keep looking on Twitter for announcements….. Bye!

The Slave Girl ~ Part 7

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…she did not take her far at all. Just to a piano stool a few yards away.

She spoke to ‘Spanky’ as she put her in position. “I have a lot of favourites, but two of the top things are presentation and stripes on your bottom. If I cane a girl, I like to keep to the cane, even if I change the apparatus four or five times. If I use a tawse, or a paddle, or a slipper, I tend to keep to it. I enjoy seeing the different results. On this stool, I study your presentation, I also like to see what happens to the cane marks as you bend. They were perfectly straight across your cheeks, but on here, with your bottom crack stretched wide and your cheeks taut, they will take different paths. So this is often a place for me to look at you. I often tawse on here, the tawse is best on stretched cheeks, like the cane is best on soft plump cheeks. So…I am going to give you one good whack with it, that’s all. Up you get, let’s have your butt hole gaping!”

She walked around staring at her slave girls tight bottom. The tawse raised, to make her conscious that a whack was coming…then…WHACK! One resounding smack took the girl’s breath away and almost made her fall off the stool.

“Right then ‘spanky’ get up! We are going for a walk! Come on!”

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A Naughty School Girl’s Crimes and Punishments ~ Part Three

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…”Follow me! Like I said, do not bother pulling your school knickers up, they will be coming straight back down anyway!” I said loudly as I marched quickly to my office, with Kate struggling to hold her green regulation school knickers up and keep up with me! As we passed other girls, they clasped their hands to their mouth in surprise, then giggled and pointed at her sorry plight. News always travels fast, and the latest spanking of naughty Kate would be hot news.

I reached my office and she waddled in, quite comically behind me.

“Yes young lady, you may well look sulky and nervous! I am going to thrash your bare buttocks over the vaulting horse! How dare you show your bottom to the work men, and shove your fingers in various holes whilst they shout obscenities? Hmmm? Well if you are so intent on displaying your bare bottom, let’s show it to the school shall we?” With a flourish I drew back the long curtains and opened the French Windows on to the quadrangle, where numerous girls were gathered.

They soon began to clamour for a good view, the air was filled with chatter and excitement.

“Get to the horse young lady! Let’s teach that bottom of yours a lesson it will not forget in a hurry….AND! THERE WILL BE A LETTER TYPED FOR YOU TO TAKE HOME TO YOUR PARENTS!”

A knowing ‘Oooooooh.” Rippled through the gathered ensemble. They knew this meant that another thrashing awaited at home.

Very impressive mounting you stupid girl! Did I say get on it? And will the girls be able to see your quivering buttocks getting the strap that way around? GET ROUND HERE NOW YOU SILLY DISOBEDIENT GIRL!

She was in a real tangle and hardly knew what to do, she was scared and crying. I pointed to the spot I wanted her in, feeling a little harsh. “Right, calm down, stop dithering about. Stand here, and when I say get over, get over, facing that way. You know very well that you have been an extremely naughty young girl. And at my school, naughty girls go home with bright red sore bottoms. It is for your own good, I get no pleasure from it! I am here to put you girls on the right path to being a responsible adult. You, my dear girl, are a very long way from that path!”

“Get over, present your bottom!”

I picked up the heavy thick unforgiving senior strap and watched her wiggling soft bottom settle into position.

Then I began, between every whack across those well rounded struggling soft cheeks I chastised her….THWACK, “Ooooowwwwwwwww!” …”You naughty girl!”……. THWACK! “Owwwwwwwwowwwowww!” How dare you!” THWACK…”Ooooooooohhhhh!” “Bring such disgrace to our school?” THWACK! “Eeeeeeeeeeeeeooooowwww!” “You have let yourself down!” THWACK “Ohhhhhhhwwwwwwwwwww…wwwww…sob…”The school down!” THWACK! “Owwwwwwwwwoooooooohhhh!” …”Your friends down!” THWACK, “”Yeeeeeeoiiiiiooooooww!” “Me down!” THWACK! “Your parents down!” THWACK! “Ohhhhhwwwwwwwowwwww!” And so on…

It was a magnificent beating, with her legs kicking wildly, much screaming, begging and apologising too. The watching girls made noises of shock, and some derision, and mocking of her, and encouragement to me!

Then there she was, blubbering uncontrollably, a shaking wreck of a naughty girl! Her bright red bottom a swelling and blistering example of what happens to a naughty girl. The other girls stood looking, then slowly, changing places to get better looks, they dispersed.

As her crying slowly subsided I told her to stand, hands on head, in disgrace and shame, a silly sniffing spectacle of naughtiness, by the vaulting horse until home time. I shut the French Windows, but left the curtains wide open, a steady trail of girls between classes and breaks came to see.. Some to giggle and point,, others to just stand and stare.

Various visitors to my study came and went, her arms must have been numb when I passed her the letter for her parents.

Note…her bottom was a lovely red inter last photos, but the light from the sun etc made it look as it does. My apologies.

Next, you will see her at home. The photos are taken, so keep an eye on my Twitter feed.

A Naughty Schoolgirl’s Crimes, Punishments, and what happens at Home.

This will be another long story that will probably never end. It is all about this girl…

Her name is Kate.

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There are lots more to add, photos are taken for her first four crimes, it is now about getting time to edit them, and build the story around them.

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A Naughty Schoolgirl’s Crimes and Punishments ~ Part Two

NOTE…as you know my photography is not bad and usually quite clear. In this part of the story I wanted a corner of the classroom to look quiet, and sort of hidden… ‘Secret’ would be a good word. So I have messed around with shutter speeds to get the atmosphere right.

And so it begins…

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As often happens, Kate has been naughty, but not enough to earn a spanking (although she would much prefer it to detention)

So it was that on an afternoon in early September, she found herself sat writing one hundred times, ‘I must not make noises like breaking wind when Mr Brocklebank is teaching history.’

She was on line 85 when boredom and an aching wrist became so irksome, that she decided to relieve it by seeing what else she could get up to. I had left her there because I had staff shortages and much pressing work to do. Silly me, I should not have trusted her at all really. But my office was only two doors away.

In my absence she caught sight of a fleet of delivery vehicles and their drivers in the yards next door to the school. Many of them, handsome young men in their early twenties.

First it was quite innocent, blobbing her tongue out and waving at them. They shouted back noisily. I heard them actually, but did not think much of it, I had heard them before you see, usually a game of football at lunch, or tea break.

I noticed the noise get louder, and stood up to see what the commotion was. Their gaze was aimed to my right, I opened the window slightly and could then hear them quite clearly…”Get ’em down luv! ….Show us your cunt!… Get your tits out you naughty girl…strip off, show us what you’ve got!”

Kate! What the hell was happening? I stood up and set off to Detention Room 3, where I had left her.

Unbeknown to me, she was flashing her bare bottom at them, and was just starting to shove her fingers up her bottom and into her pussy. Her most common crime was masturbating in stupid places, and sometimes with ridiculous insertions!

I flung the door open and caught her red handed! “You naughty girl!”

A huge cheer went up when they realised she had been caught, with much pointing, laughter and jeering!

“Don’t bother pulling those up young lady! You know what is going to happen! If you are so fond of showing your bottom to all and sundry, you can damn well show it to me, as I lay the strap across it! Follow me!

So that is her first crime, next is her punishment!

All photos are taken, so it should not be too long. Keep an eye on my Twitter feed, or keep popping back.

Vintage Sets ~ mainly Beiderer and Ostra

I will eventually transfer sets that I have already posted in other sections into here. Eventually being the operative word! But like everything else I say, it gets done…

Set One

..looks like a man about to masturbate as he looks up the cleaner’s / maid’s skirt! He gets forgiven and true love descends! Or maybe he asks if he can spank her with the feather duster!

Set Two

In this one, to be honest, I have no idea. Why paint behind the screen, does he masturbate too? I imagine him ramming his cock through the hole in the pallets board. Who knows?


Set Three

Two girls out in the country, reading a naughty book. My guess it that there fingers get busy.

More to come, these are not easy to find, so be patient, and look for updates, or pop by for a look now and then.

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Charlotte’s Sixth Visit to see Miss Kenworthy

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Charlotte had been naughty and reported yet again, she seemed quite pleased to come through the door. Miss Kenworthy told her to lift her skirt, and lower her knickers.

Before Miss Kenworthy made Charlotte the offer she had in mind, she needed to test her pain limits to their maximum. And also the ability of holding her position whilst in great pain. So today she decided on one of her favourite combinations, the piano stool and plimsol.

She told her it was the plimsol on the bare!

Once in this position a naughty girl has no choice but to stay in position, if she tries to rub her bottom she would have quite a fall, as she would overbalance. But Miss Kenworthy knew how she would cope…very well she suspected. This was going to be one hell of a spanking!

She took aim, and focussed her stare on Charlottes perfectly shaped, plump, spankable bottom. She was going to enjoy giving this spanking. Next to caning from cold, a plimsoling from cold was her second favourite.

She delivered forty hard bottom blistering whacks, each landing randomly on the cheeks, no alternate pattern of thwacks. The THWOP! of rubber on soft plump flesh, mixed with Charlotte’s squeals were a perfect combination.

Charlotte took it very well and Miss Kenworthy told her so. She beamed with pride through her tears, which Miss Kenworthy loved.

Next it was the cane, from cold.

See you soon, keep an eye on my Twitter feed for the next update.