Which scenario fits best this GIF I have made from one of the AI that I create. Only one choice allowed.
One…
All the girls at Saint Helena High School for Wayward Girls like a spanking, some more than others. Mary here really really likes them.
Miss.Britton has told that she is getting a dozen with the plimsol after a damn good hand spanking, both before the whole class. Mary is really excited and moves her bottom back and forth to excite her teacher so she will get a really good spanking.
Two…
Miss Britton has told the naughty girl in her class that she is getting a damn good bare bottom spanking before the whole class followed by a dozen with the plimsol.
As she walks towards her, Miss Britton says, ” Oh your bare bottom does well to tremble girl! I am going to make your cheeks very red, and by the time I finish you will be wriggling more than you ever have before!”
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…”
These could be to the Equestrian Rooms, the dungeons, the Lanes…anywhere really. Like when people stay in the small guest house for the night, after taking in a show. Very often one of the stars of the show might pop by. Samantha went to visit these two ladies, she spanked the submissive.
it excited them so much that they are sharing mutual masturbation as they talk of it…
Sets that appear here will have around 6-10 pictures.
I am slowly going through all my stories, all the time, uploading extra pictures.
Like this one I added to a story this morning, of Samantha’s Disciplinarian (Me!!!) listening to her pitiful attempt of an excuse, before I tan her backside with the waiting tawse.
….it is only fair to listen. Never makes much difference, but she seems to like trying to avoid her bottom being Reddened!