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.
The drawing on this page, offered for consideration some years ago by a collector and previously unpublished by this magazine, has found a niche now that three later drawings by the same artist.
The time gap between the execution of the pieces has added a new dimension to an assessment of the four drawings.
It should be said that, although a number of drawings by this same artist have been unveiled to an appreciative readership in the Gallery, the gentleman whose pencil has traced the outlines of these delightful girls with such understanding, not to say relish, has thus far remained something of an enigma to us, since we have not been able to communicate directly with him nor commission work from his free-flowing pen.
The first drawing, when compared with the others, does admittedly suffer from the excellence of the more recent illustrations. Clearly there has been a considerable refinement in the artist’s skill over the course of time; yet the fascination in examining the drawings lies less in the discovery of differences than in the identification of similarities and the extrapolation of ideas therefrom.
There is no doubt that the girls portrayed in this issue of the Gallery are in fact one and the same. Indeed, in virtually every one of the illustrations which have been published in this magazine from this artist, the subject has been the same delightful nymphet dressed up, or in her case undressed, to suit different circumstances. One notes the way in which, in later drawings, Miss Smackable’s irresistibly spankable bottom has plumped out and filled those brief garments which she is occasionally allowed to wear yet more amply with every subsequent exposure.
Never have we seen her escape with anything less than a thoroughly-toasted pair of cheeks, and we have noticed too that, as she has filled out, those charming, gravity-defying breasts with which she is blessed have been as oft denuded for the delectation of the reader as.
She has a beautiful bottom…
We have seen no evidence that she has ever been allowed the indulgence of a bra, nor has she ever been brought centre-stage without her nipples being fully erect first, and her tearfulness in those painful situations in which she is inevitably entrapped has become a delight which one looks forward to gleefully.
It would certainly be true to say that we would miss Miss Smackable greatly if her creator ever decided to let her escape from her weepy-eyed, knicker-shuffling passage across the leaves of his sketchbook. More power to his elbow then, and strength to the lead in his pencil!
I doubt it will ever end, the main story and subsequent ‘Visits to the Inveigle’ are written, but there offshoots. One is to the evil Lady Jacqueline’s punishment room. I will do many sets as always, picking the best for the story…
Once a naughty girl, always a naughty girl, or so it seems. Remember the innocent young lady at the start of the story? Well, she is back again. Her naughtiness gets worse, she has insulted the Vicar who comes to help with our R.I.Classes.
Here she is trying once again to influence me with a sad sorry face and ridiculous excuses. No more! I have seen and heard enough!
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It is no good looking sorry for yourself, you are a very naughty girl, put your hockey stick and briefcase down, and pull out the flogging stool. It is another spanking for you young lady, and a damn good one it will be to!
Not there you stupid girl! Over there! That is the stool you are pulling out!
She is nervous and not thinking straight, and repositions them. Then goes to the stool.
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Bend over it, make sure you head is not pushed against the wall. Your head will remain where it is, throughout!
I move over to her, noticing the glimpse of stocking tops as I do, and lift her green gym slip high.
Perfect, the light touch of her hair against the wainscotting will be enough to remind her not to move. The light catches her navy blue school knickers in a delightful way, showing the curves of her bottom, soon to be spanked, quite perfectly. I stand and lightly pat my palm with the junior tawse. ‘You are getting six with the junior tawse…on each cheek!’… I see her flinch. Knowing amongst the girls as the strap it is quite an implement. Very supple, enabling it to wrap around the buttocks…
Note from Samantha…
My bottom survived, don’t worry about us, Mr.Jones is very sweet and always knows when to stop, although he does squeeze an extra one in quite often!
Miss Honeyworth stifled a moan, Charlotte did not notice I am pleased to say, but I am sure Miss Honeyworth did notice me look at her, as she shuddered slightly, glanced at me and blushed profusely.
I would leave that matter for later.
We both watched Charlotte climb up on to the flogging horse. My attention and I am sure too, Miss Honeyworth’s, was drawn to a glimpse of Charlotte’s pussy as she pushed up.
We then both continued to watch her settle into the flogging position.
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She shuffled back so her bottom was protruding over the edge, ripe and ready for punishment.
We let her settle down and ‘gather her nerves’ in readiness.
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She was trembling, even though she had been punished many times before, this anxious moment, just before the start, would unsettled anyone. I reached over for the size fifteen plimsoll to pass to Miss Honeyworth, stood by her side. I glanced at Charlotte’s position as I did so.
I passed it to Miss Honeyworth, and noticed she was trembling too. With excitement.
Kate has brought a naughty note home, got spanked, and put on show for the Mothers Union Meeting taking place at their house, due to start in two minutes. Mummy is just showing them in!
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Sometimes b&w does not show the red bottom too well, this is what greeted the right ladies. Kate was blushing even more at the other end as she cried with shame and embarrassment…
The spanking by Mistress was firm, but not brutal by any means. It was an erotic spanking, but still left her bottom red, much to our pleasure…
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Her Mistress then put her in corner time, much to our delight. As she walked out she paused and looked at the doors we were hidfen behind, and smiled knowingly. Just to confirm that she knew we were there. No words were spoken.
We looked at her in corner time and achieved our orgasms easily and hard.
