Remember the Governess of Spanking Dreams? And all the naughtiness she got up to with Charlotte in our world?

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Remember this?

Well that was here, now she is taking Charlotte to her own world. The scenes I am creating are exciting me! My mind was wild and free before, but now…with AI..

Well, let’s just say things get a bit magical!

….you will either like them or not!

more to come….I hope you are glad about that!!!

Asa

As you saw in my Christmas posts, I am spending Christmas to New Year Holiday Time, organising new pages for my AI stories, which will of course include my girls.

Growing up in the 1950’s saw me watching lots of ‘Cowboy Films’. I can see myself now, straddled over the chair arm in my cowboy hat, tassled waistcoat and six gun shooting away!

Even at that age, saloon girls seemed interesting!

It never left me, hence the Saloon I showed you in my Christmas Eve post, with a bar and music hall called the Slap and Tickle.

In my often misspent youth I spent a lot of time in a quaint pub called ‘The Slap and Tickle’

So welcome, follow the dimly llt red corridor.

You do so, the sound of music, jollity, smacks and squeals get slowly louder…you push a door open into the bar. Three Saloon Girl are at the bar.

You say “Hello.”

The one in the middle turns to you and smiles, then she looks to the other two, who also look at you, and says to them, “Do you think this one can do it well?”

They wait obviously wanting a response from you ..

“Do what exactly?”

She laughs as she pushes her fine bottom and pussy in your direction. “slap and tickle!”

A little flustered you mutter …”well I …well…I…I”

“You smack my cheeks good and hard until I am bucking and moaning, then tickle my cunt anyway you like until I cum honey!”

You do so to her great satisfaction!

“In you go honey! You are going to do jus fine!!!”…

more to come

Asa

I have already written an account of the W.I. to read it, click here…

The Glory Days of Spanking

I was a boy in the 50’s. My Dad was very much loved, but at the back of my mind I always knew he kept a thick leather strap ‘upstairs’ and would not hesitate too use it. My Mother was the quintessential 1950’s Mum. She kept the house well, it always used to look perfect and homely. A fabulous cook, and like every mum of every boy and girl I knew, was either in the W.I. or Mother’s Union. The worst thing that a child could do was to let Mummy down and the W.I. knowing what you had done. Her standing in the community meant everything. She loved to tell me which girl had been naughty and what had happened to her, always a spanking, often on the bare, very often before others. Often accompanied by a pat on the head, for being a good boy. I remember clearly, as if it was yesterday, the days she told me of the girl in the park, the girl dragged by her ear to the sweet shop, and the one at the bus stop!

I also knew though, that if I did something wrong, and another mummy found out, the news would reach my mum within moments. That meant one thing…

She would tell Dad.

That is how it was, once at school, the Head and teachers took over. But, how the girls in particular, loved to tell their mum. You can guess the rest.

i never understood why the girls in my day were so spiteful with other girls in particular. I found out at 14 or so when I asked Rowena, my first love. She looked agog…aghast even, “Why? To see or hear about their spanking of course!”

That is how it was. On here it will be pretty much the same, but exaggerated somewhat.

Let’s go to our first meeting of the W.I. (they took place weekly, at least)…

Here they are discussing discipline,, each one giving a discipline report, saying what implement works for them, and, probably most importantly, what they have heard from their own children about others, confirmation from others, (some could be teachers or dinner ladies etc,) was greeted gleefully.

Embarrassing a rival mother was a great sport, and listening to…”My word, when I get home she will wish she had never been born, she will not sit down for a week!” …was music to their ears

It was common for a group of members to follow another mum home, hoping for an invite to see justice delivered, and encourage the Spanker on.

Oh yes, make no mistakes about it, the W.I. was a formidable force, and enemy number one to many naughty girls.

Us boys, not so much. Tell tales of another boy, even a rival gang member would mean a bloody nose in the playground, and nobody talking to you or asking you to come trainspotting for weeks!

It carried on into adulthood. If a mate had an affair….say nothing. ‘Fight Club Rules!’…or else.My mates were my band of brothers, we were and still are. I see the lad who sat by me at school at the age of 11 sill, nowadays, every few weeks. I can tell him anything, and him me. We are keepers of secrets. Most of the girls became ‘Queens of Gossip and Gloating’.

Maybe it is different now, well…I am pretty sure it is. I prefer the old days, in the 50’s, boys were little men!

We are however concentrating on girls…naughty ones! What a surprise eh?

More to come…

Asa

I have known Matilda for quite a few years now, and although approaching her mid twenties, she has the perfect naughty schoolgirl mind.

I have never met her, she lives half the world away from me. We have chatted, and she has had many a cyber spanking from me. If ever a woman has needed a spanking from me, it is her.

Our friendship would normally lead to a visit, if she lived close by, ….so instead, if she is naughty I give her detailed instructions for self spanking and corner time. I get some beautiful photographs via text and mail of her carrying out my instructions and her masturbation afterwards. I have respected privacy of course, until now. She has seen my AI and has asked me to make her. She sent photos of her in one of her many school uniforms.

I have come up with these…

She is very happy with the likeness and so am I.

She rides a bike often, in one of her uniforms. It is her thing.

Last summer she sent me some photos of her, on her bike. I feel proud to say that my AI looks 90% right!

She wrote….”Guess what is behind my back Mr.Jones, in the first photograph.”

I had a few guesses and eventually with a clue, I guessed

HER KNICKERS!!!

She loves to run, and keeps very fit. At weekends and in holiday times, she goes out very early, to a huge park, and does this for real!!!

I asked if she had ever been seen.

She told me..”Yes, quite a few times!”

Astonished, I said …”What do you do?”

Her reply blew me away…she told me she only did this if she felt safe…

“I ride into the wind so my skirt blows up! Sometimes I throw my knickers in the air and go quickly to my car!”

What a thought.

Such a naughty girl!

more to come…

Asa