….now then Jean Marie, I suspect your bottom will be red, and that pussy of yours will be pulsating after some orgasms.
Please, for the next contribution to your contributors page, write an account, and after adding these two videos to your page, I will push what you write. Because once a post like this recedes into history, it does not get read as often, but on there….it will.
I am pleased to say that Jean Marie has just e-mailed me to say she is looking at video number 1, for the fourth or fifth time…
This is an AI image I have created of her from the many photos I have seen. I think it quite accurate
She has made a comment on today’s post, and given me some guidance on the masturbation positions she will use for when it goes on her contributors page… please read.
What idiot gave me the idea of AI, I have a huge vintage section, including four volumes of ‘Glorious Bottoms’ and having learnt new skills, I thought I would try animating vintage.
I always thought this lady was pushing her finger into her bottom…
Original…
My dirty AI mind….
If I live to 500 I will never complete my mission, so many new things come into my mind, and I will never shed the old.
My girls like to read her musings, and her accounts of her masturbation, self spanking, and where she goes with her rolled down knickers! We often read them together.
They want to see! They want to spank her!
Give time for Jean Marie to comment, and come back to read them..
When I do a Victorian photo, I buy props and dresses and imitate it best I can, in my studio, and I enjoy it…immensely…..I ‘click’ a photo…a second of my life, forever captured.
But when you generate an AI image, you write of ‘a Victorian Girl’ … ‘a Victorian Mistress’. No props, I tell it to create a Victorian Study…it does.
I am not kidding, it is as near to time travel as you get, you feel like you are taking…no…stealing!… a moment from the past. The eyes, (always difficult) seem dreamy and other worldly. Almost like they resent being taken.
Don’t laugh….but I seem to feel an affinity with my creations, as if I am getting to know them, and more importantly, them me. I am peering at them, I look behind them, through windows I never asked for, looking into places unknown…their worl, just for a second, and capturing it….stealing it….and….they ..are peering back!
POP!!!! THIS THOUGHT SHOT INTO MY MIND. I mean it felt like it was thrust there…
All this talk, with friends, in pubs, wherever you chat ..of ghosts and mysterious sightings and apparitions all spoken through the mists of time….what if…WHAT IF… AI was tapping into something, like an Astral Plane….and catching a fleeting glimpse, maybe just a nano second of time.
When a person said they saw a shadow figure, or felt like they were being watched….look well if it was AI capturing something.
Silly really, I know, but look at her….she could be staring from the past, a second of time stolen. And just think of history and all the seconds of time. I think, that no matter what I could dream up, it has probably happened….and AI has stolen it, and put it before me, leaving a miniscule space in history…even other world’s histories.
She looks at me, just for a second she felt something, saw something, maybe in her mirror before going to some lavish spanking ball.
As if to say….”What? You! Asa Jones, you think you know so much of spanking don’t you? Do you really think that only you could dream up a costume for a girl to wear for a spanking party? Hah, I scoff at you Asa Jones, I was having these made, and wearing them, before your great, great,great, great Grandmama, was a twinkle in her father’s eye…::she giggles:: by the way, do you think I have a good bottom, would you like to make it a bad one, a very naughty bottom, and spank it?”
Just sayin’
But it is, it’s like seeing the past come to me. I wonder where she was, who she was, what spanking she got that night. Just one fleeting second….she saw me, and I saw her.
Maybe she said to someone….”Oooh! I had a shiver go through me, like someone has just stepped on my grave…”
To see more of ‘B’ and her wonderful spanking stories, click on ‘Links and Contributors’, then click on ‘Contributors’ and scroll down.
Pom-pom part 1
June 27th, I turned eighteen and got my baccalaureat with honors, my name is Elisabeth, but am called Babette.
July 4th, to celebrate the American Independence we had the French Cheerleading Championship.
It wasn’t the first time that our Dunkirk Wildcats had won, but my best friend Louise, called Loulou, and I weren’t part of the team then.
Our coach waved for Louise and I to follow her into her office. She introduced us to Miss Fletcher.
“I am an American talent scout, and I am offering the two of you a year at Russel College, Texas, for joining its all girl cheerleader team the Russel Stars…”
For a few very long milliseconds we were mouth opened, and our coach added, “Its an opportunity not to be missed!”
“We exchanged high five, and answered in unison with huge grins, “We are your girls Ma’am!”
In Texas you are minors, and I require the consent of your parents.”
We pulled out our cellphones, and arranged for our parents to gather at Loulou’s home. We also asked our coach to accompany us.
Miss Fletcher gave more details as she met our parents. It is an exchange program of the twin city committee of Dunkirk and Russel. You will be housed by a family with two daughters also members of the Russel Stars.
Our parents and our coach exchanged the contracts and carefully read them. Maman read aloud, “Russel College firmly believes in the corporal punishment of pupils misbehaving or poorly working. It means the application of the college’s paddle on the bare bottom….”
Loulou’s father also read aloud,
“…and the Russel Stars have a strict discipline program of their own.”
Maman added with a smile for Miss Fletcher “Excellent! Babette does need to be reminded about proper behavior, and encouraged to better apply herself.”
Louise’s Mum echoed, “Same for our girl. Her father’s belt is doing her a world of good!”
We both blushed.
Miss Talent-scout added, “The family who will be housing them also believes in firm guidance.”
Our coach laughed, “You aren’t afraid of a little spanking.”
This time we blushed crimson.
Our parents teasingly winked for us, and signed all the forms. They also offered to house the Texan girls in a year.
I whispered for Loulou, “We will have to watch our steps.”
She echoed with, “Or rub our butts!”
Our friends were jealous and worried.
“How are we going to win the next ‘nationals’ without the two of you!”
“Is it true that naughty girls get their bums whacked with a paddle?”
We laughed to elude the question.
We took the milk train from Dunkirk to Lille, and the high speed Eurostar from Lille to Roissy CDG airport. Then it was a long flight till Dallas.
The American Immigration Officer reminded us, “Over here in Texas, you may drive with your French International Licenses, but you are minors, therefore not allowed to buy and consume alcohol or cigarettes.”
Then we were escorted till Miss Fletcher welcomed us, and the manager of the Russel twin city exchange program signed for us.
We were invited to climb into a huge American 4×4, and it was a two hour drive. We were asleep when we reached the house of our American loco parentis. It was an affluent neighborhood of large houses with double garages. We were warmly welcomed with a banner reading, “Bienvenue à Russel”, in French. We weren’t too surprised, we were told that Mrs Johnson is the head of the Russel’s College French Department.
“I am Amias Johnson and this is my wife Angelina, and our older daughter Lilla. No need to be formal, call us Uncle Amias and Aunty Angelina.
We were helped with our luggage and stepped inside to discover a large comfy lounge. We just about stopped in our tracks when we saw a girl about our age standing in the corner with her hands above her head. Her school uniform skirt was rolled up, her knickers down to her knees and her bottom was streaked in red. “Our second daughter Belinda was again caught speeding. She was warned that she would taste the switch, and did.”
Her sister led us upstairs to our rooms and offered a visit, “Our rooms, our parents room, and your rooms with a view of our pool.”
“Whoa! A pool ! No pool in Dunkirk, its too cold.”
Loulou chimed, “We do have nice summers, but only three or four months and for sure no as hot as in Texas.”
Lilla chimed, “Mum told us, she taught English in Calais for two years as an exchanged teach.”
She added, “You will find your school uniforms in your wardrobe, as for your cheerleader uniforms there will be a ceremony at the team’s clubhouse tomorrow. Dinner is in 10 minutes.”
Belinda was released from corner time, she pulled up her knickers with a grimace and adjusted her tartan uniform skirt. “Soz guys, I wasn’t able to properly welcome you. I was… how to say?”
Her sister teased, “Showing your red bum to the world!”
Aunty Angelina warned us, “We had a long chat with your parents this morning. They fully agree with our disciplinary methods…”
Jean Marie has gone to see a Disciplinarian to see if it is right for her. She saw an advert on the local information board at her Post Office.
‘Mrs.Jones. ~ Vintage Style Disciplinarian
Have you a need? Do you require physical punishment for a misdeed, or something from your past that has been eating away at your conscience?
Then leave a reply in one of the purple envelopes below, and pop it into the Purple Box on the counter. Everyone will see you, I know. But let’s be honest dear, you want them to.”
She filled in a form and brazenly walked through the customers, head held high, bottom wiggling.
Everyone watched her. The visible fold of her knickers resting in a tight roll just under her cheeks was clearly visible under her very…very tight, very…very short,bright red skirt.
She received a reply, just two days later. And Friday night found her under Mrs.Jones spell, and over her lap, bare bottom up.
Mrs.Jones placed a vibration cushion under Jean Marie’s pussy, and switched it on, she pulsated it against her with her knee. “Is that snuggly in the right place dear?”
“God yes!!!” Replied Jean Marie.
“Good, then allow me to enter the modern world and switch my camera on….there we go.”
The visitors soon rise to over 500, and Jean Marie has already had her first orgasm.
“I am going to give you a very, very, public spanking. When I get to 10000 viewers I will stop. You did say that your biggest wish was for a public spanking didn’t you?”
