My Latest Client…

I with I had kept a punishment book, I wish I had kept a record of my clients.

But I haven’t. I can remember them all and if you go to Photo Stories you will see I am writing my memoirs. After COVID my list was seriously depleted, and I have not put the effort in I did, since.

I am happy with my girls, and I am 73 now, I am getting old.

… I never used to refuse but since then I have become more than a little choosey. At my height I had twenty or so, bobbing wriggling bare bottoms I attended to regularly.

Now it is much less.

I have a four tentative ladies writing, steadily making their way to me, and just a few clients.

It used to be five tentative writers edging their way to my lap, but now it is the four just mentioned.

Why? Because this one is an approacher no more, we have met. Her name is Sabrina.

She is young, slightly nervous and taking it slow.

She has a few wishes and fantasies to make real.

She wants to show her bottom and says that knowing people are looking at it, will excite her sexually.

She wants to be in a story, but does not want to show her face.

She wants proper spankings, and to build up to being caned as a school girl in uniform.

But most of all she wants to meet Charlotte.

Of course, being a gentleman I have agreed.

She is going to act out our Contributor Jean Marie. The sexy erotic explicit girl from America who comments very often on my posts.

So, box one is ticked.

She herself would love to come and meet me. But distance and time are our enemy. Jean Marie would not show her face either, so, it seems a match…she also wants to meet Charlotte most of all.

THE STORY BEGINS

Jean Marie arrives ..

The plane landed, and she spent the night in Manchester. The next day she drove over the ‘Peak District’ in a hire car to Derbyshire. She has spent the night and next day as a guest at my house.

After breakfast I say we are going to meet Charlotte. But first….her bottom. She is desperate for you all to see it.

Say hello to Sabrina, and her lovely bottom.

From now on, she will be Jean Marie. Let’s see where her adventure takes her.

more to come…

Asa

Photos Set ~ 556, this is part of photo set 510 ~ Boarding School Punishments – Samantha ~ Part 7

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Photo Set 510 – Boarding School Punishments ~ Samantha – Part 1

continued…

We left a nervous Samantha thus…

Let us not keep the poor girl waiting any longer.

“Grip tight Samantha, do not let go of the rung or stool legs. I am going to lower your knickers to get your bare bottom ready for the spanking now young Lady!”

I saw her knuckles whiten as she gripped, and noticed her body tense up in anticipation as my fingers tugged at her regulation navy blue knickers.

I did not waste time, I pulled quickly and bared her bottom, I could see was extremely nervous and did not want to prolong her wait any more

I was tempted to release her suspenders clips from the stockings, but from previous experience of them dancing about I decided not too.

I picked up my well worn and polished, trusty size fifteen plimsoll, and walked to the target, and a fine bare bottom she presented.

“Right then, let’s get this sorry business over with shall we.”

(Of course, the question was rhetorical!)

I raised my arm…

more to come…

Asa

Part 4 of ‘1965’ … Another delightful, entertaining spanking story, from ‘B’

To read the rest of B’s work, click on ‘Links and Contributors’ in the menu. Then click on ‘Contributors’ and scroll down to her page.

1965 – part 4

After that eventful morning class it was lunch at the cafeteria shared with the boys from the neighboring college. What luck it was to have a co-ed cafeteria. Eddy waved for me to join him at a table for two. He stood, gave me a chaste peck on each cheek, and pulled my chair as a perfect gentleman. I beamed.

We had very British mash and bangers, it was simple but good. He asked how was my first morning in school en Grande Bretagne. He had said that in French and his accent was funny. He tried more French lines, “Vous êtes trés jolie mademoiselle !” He was fun. I told him about the spanking in front of the class of Bella and Daniella. He said that he would have loved to be a fly on the wall. He laughed as I said, “You’re a naughty boy!” We had finished our lunch. He took my tray and came back with cups of tea. We sat on a bench in the sun and his hand gently landed on my left knee. I didn’t jump out of my knickers.

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A few weeks later Maggie got a C minus, it wasn’t a spanking offence in Uncle Ed’s book, but Sister Hildegard wrote “Poorly prepared lesson!” in her diary. On our ride back home she said, “Pop is going to toast my buns!”

I asked, “The cane?”

“Nah, it will be the belt or the tawse…”

“What’s a tawse?”

“It’s a Scottish thingy, a twin tail strap. It has a nasty bite, but it isn’t as bad as the cane.”

“Ah…”

After our usual glass of milk and a few cookies, Aunt Dorothy ritually asked our diaries. We stood at attention in front of her and nervously tugged down our kilts which felt surprisingly shorter. “Béa, C minus in math, careful, a D means the belt.”

“Yes, Aunt Dotty, I will do better!”

“Maggie what is this about a ‘poorly prepared lesson?”

“It was accident Mum, I am sorry, I will do better!”

“Your father will make sure of that when back home.”

She was told to leave her diary on the coffee table in the lounge, “You too Béa, leave your diary with Maggie’s one. Edward needs to know of that C minus.”

 We disappeared upstairs to do our homework. On the way I anxiously asked, “What will Uncle Ed do about my C minus ?”

“Probably only a warning…”

I wasn’t as confident as Maggie. I tried to concentrate on my homework.

Two hours later we heard, “Honey I am home !” It was soon followed with, “What have our angels done? I see their diaries on the coffee table.” A few seconds later it was, “Maggie and Béa join me in the lounge !”

As we stood in front of Uncle Ed I had this silly thought about the pluck a girl needs to have to be wearing a miniskirt in front of an upset father.

He started with me. “Béa, C minus in math, you best pull up your socks or I will pull down your knickers for the cane! Remember my promise for your father, you will have your A-Levels with honors!”

I again almost peed my knickers, and barely managed to say.”Yes, Sir, I will do better!” I wasn’t dismissed and didn’t dare move from my spot on the lounge’s rug.

“Maggie take you knickers down to your knees, bend forward with your hands on the sofa.”

As she obeyed I saw her mini kilt rise till exposing her furry bonbon. I also didn’t miss her father unbuckling his crocodile leather belt. He doubled it, raised her skirt and vigorously whacked her bum.

SMACK!

“Humph!”

SMACK!

“Oh! Ah!”

“Remember that Béa, bring back poor comments from your teachers and its my belt across your bare bottom or cul nu in French.”

With this warning I shamefully wet my knickers.

SMACK!

“Ouch!”

I could see the crimson marks left by the paternal belt adding up on my English sister’s bum.

SMACK!

“OUCH!”

Her knickers had dropped to her ankles, and her dancing from one foot to the other stretched them left and right.

SMACK!

“ARGH!”

He add worked down her butt and had now reached the top of her thighs.

SMACK!

“OH! AH! OUCH!”

She fully opened her legs with that one. I blushed for her as she exposed her secrets. I guessed that it must have been a reflex.

SMACK! SMACK!

He whacked the back of each thighs one after the other.

“ARGH! OUiiiiiCH!”

“ARGH! OUiiiiiiiiiCH!

She pedaled her legs and her knickers flew.

“Béa pick up her knicker, and both of you run along.”

I followed her upstairs and could see her muff and the last two belt marks decorating the top of her thighs. I offered to rub her throbbing derriere with a wet flannel before applying some cold cream. She had blurry eyes, but she wasn’t actually crying. I was surprised and impressed. She thanked me for the after spanking treatment, and slowly pulled up her knickers.

Suddenly she laughed. “You have peed your knickers!”

I blushed crimson and stammered, “Huh… Huh…”

“Let me guess. It was when he warned you about belting on your bare butt?”

I was red face as I nodded.

That evening for dinner we weren’t too chatty, but we didn’t miss the Beverly Hillbillies and I daydreamed when I saw Bev being kissed by Bill.

Béatrice and Maggie

To be continued…

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Laughing, Pointing, Ridiculing… Our Humiliation Game ~ Photo Set 555

I would say 50-60% of our time at my studio is spent shooting or spanking for my blog, X, or Tumblr. The rest is chatting, drinking tea, role play and nice little fun time between me and my girls just exploring avenues of our shared spanking interest.

One is a game we play. Very simple..

Charlotte, Kate, and Samantha like a bit of humiliation, you see. So I get three pieces of paper. One has an ‘x’ on. They all pick one, the one who ends up with the ‘x’ is spanked whilst the others make mock.

i take little videos and put them in my ‘X’ account, under my name on there … @MrJones6ofbest

For those of you who do not watch my videos, here are some screenshots…

Samantha’s Turn…

Kate’s Turn…

Charlotte’s turn…

I have known them for about 15 years now, and have spent many happy hours in their company. Always relaxed and happy, (the odd grumpy fall out…lol….but very few) …sometimes it is like being their Dad or Uncle, sometimes their teacher, sometimes a comforter or mentor, but always as a best friend.

I have said this many times I know…I am one of the luckiest men in the world.

Asa

The Incident Log of Saint Helena High School for Wayward Girls – Incident No-5 ~ The Hockey Match Riot – Part 7

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The Incident Log of Saint Helena High School for Wayward Girls – Incident No-5 ~ The Hockey Match Riot

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Miss Kenworthy shouted “Come in!” to the knock on the door and looked at Charlotte’s shocked face nonchalantly, then back to the door.

The Head Girl walked in.

“Get back in to position Charlotte and face the wall I know you are embarrassed about being almost naked with a bright red bottom, but that is what naughty girls get for disgracing our school uniform. If you turn again I will put you over my knee before our Head Girl and spank you again!”

The Head Girl giggled.

“Can I help you dear? What a delight to have the best behaved school girl we have in my Study after having just dealt with one of the naughtiest.” Said Miss Kenworthy.

The Head Girl beamed with pride, especially when she heard sniffs and sobs of shame come from the wall.

“I have my report of the weekly spankings given out by my Prefects Miss.”

“Ooooh listen to me with My Prefects!” thought Charlotte.

She walked to her Headmistress, trying not to stare at the bright red throbbing bottom of naughty Charlotte.

“Oh feel free to look at her glowing bottom my dear. It is the plight of a very naughty girl to show it off. Wiggle your red bottom for your superior to view Charlotte.”

“Awwwww …sniff sniff….no Miss, please Miss!” Ried Charlotte.

“Wiggle it there or over my knee before the Head Girl, I will not tell you again! Face the wall and wiggle it girl! And make it a good wiggle!”

She began to wiggle her bottom, and the Head Girl laughed.

Miss Kenworthy dealt with the Head Girl’s business and told her to feel free to laugh, because it serves her right, and might teach her a lesson in humility. She addressed Charlotte then. “Keep wiggling, and do it every time someone comes in!”

“What a silly little naughty girl she is Miss.”

Charlotte hated her from that moment on, and decided that one day, somehow, she will see the tables turn.

“Yes she is, not like you my well behaved little sweetheart!”

“Well behaved sweetheart my red arse!” Thought Charlotte as she heard her giggling behind her, and wiggled her bottom sexily from side to side.

“If I tell my friends what I have seen, will I be doing something wrong Miss.”

“Nooo dear, not at all, I encourage it. Embarrassing as it is for a naughty girl, it might do good. She might as well blush on all four cheeks!”

“Oh Miss Kenworthy, you are so funny!” Giggled the Head Girl.

“I doubt that Charlotte and her red bottom think so!” Laughed Miss Kenworthy.

The Head Girl left chuckling, and staring at the red bottom swaying to and fro.

“Bye Miss.”

“Bye bye.”

…she left. Excited about spreading the news that would be as hot as Charlotte’s bottom.

Five minutes later there was another knock

“Start Wiggling Charlotte!”

“Yes Miss”, wiggled Charlotte.

THE END