Now, even though she lives in the U.S.A. Jean Marie is so valuable and inspiring, that she has had a promotion. You will hear more of her, and the choicest of her comments will be added to her Contributors Page, which you can find by clicking ‘Links and Contributors’ in the menu. Then click ‘Contributors’ and scroll to her page.
As a reward….
IN REAL LIFE, stand up Jean Marie, and bare your bottom. I pat it fondly, with gentle caresses too….and say, “Well done. You have worked your way in to my team and my heart.” DO THIS TO YOURSELF AND REPEAT MY WORDS.
Now, cover yourself, but leave your knickers at the curve of those beautiful cheeks that I have seen so often in the photographs you send me. Even if you have jeans or trousers, leave them. Spend the day like that
Even under jeans it will feel like your bottom is on show.
When you have time, I know and appreciate how busy you are, write to me, saying where you went, and how it felt being Mr.Jones Bare Bottom Girl for the day.
I suspect you will masturbate, spank, and expose when you can.
I look forward to your report number one.
I will publish it for all to see on your page. Soon you will see some of your finest comments being added. Thank you…
Thank you for choosing my blog to write to, thank you for having such naughty thoughts, and being so spanking and masturbation orientated.
Thank you for being YOU. I will ask the girls to do personal masturbation videos for you, so you feel part of the team. Be patient with them.
They are pleased to have you in the team, as an equal.
Mr.Jones.
…you must always call me this….They do.
If, like them, you are naughty, you get punished. Whatever I say you must do, do it. Without question.
And write to me about it, knowing that every follower will read it.
Has your pussy just twitched? ::smile: I bet it has xxx
Another one of the sections I am preparing for lift off in 2025.
Crikey! It only seems like yesterday when we were all talking of the millennium, and here we are a quarter of a century later!! The 1950′ that I grew up in seem even further away.
Let our imaginary 1950’s housewife give her hard working husband a nice welcome home.
You park the car, the warm lights of the house beckons. As you enter a perfectly tidy house and the smell of a stew greet you.
Where is your naughty playful kitten of a wife? You take off your shoes and slide on your warm waiting slippers by the door. Then set off to find her. She is not downstairs, so you climb the stairs, and search. You hear giggling behind a door and open it.
“Hello.” She purrs.
The busy day has vanished.
You smile warmly at her, knowingly. Then ask. “What are you hiding behind your back today dear?”
“A slipper, can we play naughty girls and strict Daddies after dinner??”
“Of course….”
“I will go down and serve dinner whilst you relax for five, I will give you a shout when it’s ready! I am going to have a glass of beer as I serve it up! Is that a really naughty thing for your plump bottomed girl to do Daddy?”
“Yes! You laugh in reply, sat on the edge of the bed.
“Oh goody gum drops!!! We know what naughty girls get don’t we?” She giggles as she wiggles her bare bottom at the door then runs away…
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!!!”…
In the Victorian age, one of my ancestors, Atacus Jones married the star of the show of a Spanking Theatre, called ‘The Inveigle’. her name was Charlotte. You might have read of her…
It was a place where women went to spank other women, or, be spanked by other women. On Saturday nights it came alive with glorious Spanking Shows. There was only one man, Malcolm, the official photographer. He is on the door in the picture above. If you click on ‘Art’ in the menu above, you can purchase his photos.
It carried on for many many years, being as famous as the Moulin Rouge in Paris. It survived WW1 and WW2, then sadly it fell into disrepair.
Around ten years ago I inherited it. I used my fortune from my spanking books, and the spanking collectibles I trade in, to renovate it. I would dearly love to write and tell you all about it as I did with the first story. But alas, I am too old now. Instead I am giving you a pass. It is still for women only, but is set as if it is in the 1920’s, the Roaring Twenties, with spanking ‘flapper girls’. I hope you come often, bring a friend, the drinks and food are on me.
Your first visit is on a Saturday, to see a Spanking Flapper Girl Show. We open as an all female spanking brothel for the rest of the week. I hope to see you then too, all free, just mention my name and show them this pass, here you are.
I let you help me back stage, I know you want to meet Charlotte, Kate and Samantha, and you will. But the show will start soon, and we always open with freshly spanked Rosey Bottoms on Show. Will you help me spank their bottoms please?
We line them up and go up and down the line, they love their spankings even more than we love giving them! Wriggling and squealing. The crowd can here and are going wild. I ask you to stand at the back….the curtain opens, the stage lights almost blind you! I walk to centre stage…
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?
The word ‘Fiddlesticks’ takes you straight to ‘A Christmas Carol’ by Charles Dickens….
But on here, it takes me to Jean Marie’s Bedroom with her wet slippy fingers delving into her slippy little orifices!…her very own wet, slippy, fiddlesticks!
Running alongside my blog are an army of contributors and comment makers….Jean Marie is the naughtiest of all comment makers. She has sent me photos of herself, (as pretty and shapely as my girls) and written the naughtiest spanking e-mails to me. She is a wonderfully erotic masturbation and spanking addict!!!
She is so deliciously naughty!!!
She has just left her most naughty comment yet and deserves a public spànking!
“Jean Marie, put these on, and walk through the corridors of Saint Helena High School for Wayward Girls on show to all! Walk all the way to Miss Kenworthy’s Office!!!”
Once there, climb on the desk, kneel, elbows down, bottom up and legs wide .. wait for Charlotte and Kate, they are going to finger and rub you slowly whilst you wait for Miss Kenworthy, who is going cane you mercilessly.
Whilst being caned, you must put your hand between your thighs and fiddle your stiff little clit for us, brazenly like a whore. Charlotte and Kate will talk really dirty to you.
You ambition is to be filled right now, we are ALL GOING TO WATCH YOU PUBLICLY MASTURBATE WHILST BEING CANED.
THIS IS WHAT SHE WROTE AS A COMMENT ON HERE WHILST I WAS BUSY…
“Fiddlesticks! Asa is trying to accomplish his plan, being diligent, and no one is around to play with me, act as accomplice in my decadence. I guess I’ll have to entertain myself. I’m wearing the new nightie I bought myself for the holiday; the fabric is like gossamer, almost transparent, short, just coming down to my thighs, with a matching bra and panties set of the same shimmery, silken material. I love fingering myself through this shiny soft fabric, it magnifies the wetness of my sex, makes the smooth fullness of my bottom all the more ripe. “You need a spanking!” I tell myself as I rub my pussy and reach back to give my right cheek a really good swat. Due to my heightened state of arousal, I barely feel the sting. I swear that if were allowed to pleasure my pussy while being given a truly vicious, hard, long, thrashing, I could endure it stoically, without a whimper or peep, only wanting more. My mind wanders to our English language, I’m gonna “give” you a spanking, you’re “getting” a good punishment…! It’s said as if the act were passive, when it is the MOST active endeavor imaginable. Words cannot capture some things, especially THIS thing! Anyway, back to the matter at hand, I spank myself soundly, all the while diddle a pussy that gets progressively more and more aroused, so wet I’m dripping, my clitoris so erect and prominent that it feels like a button. One hand belabors my love button while the other belabors my buttocks. My now crimson flesh blushes through the thin layers of material. I feel sexier than when naked. I’m a spank-whore, excited to my limit, teetering on the brink of release. I push the nightie up to my waist, yank the waistband of my panties right down, give myself two more of the hardest wallops I can muster, one on each flaming orb, then part my buttocks and plunge my middle finger right up my rosebud. I deflower the delicate little aperture rudely, almost violently! The fingers of both hands manipulate both orifices simultaneously. I scream out, unable to contain the explosion in my loins! I am wracked with convulsive contractions, wrung out, left with my sexy bits uncovered, covered in a sheen of sweat, covered in jism, panting… I feel so naughty, so nasty, as dirty as humanly possible as I pull fingers out of my holes. I feel like I deserve another spanking, with the belt this time, or maybe a riding crop whipping, a whipping of not only my well-upholstered ass, but of my nipples and titties, my inner thighs… Will you leave me in this needy, desirous, supplicant state? With nightie pushed up and panties pushed down, I stick my ass in the air while my face and knees rest on the mattress. My reddened ass cheeks are warmed-up and ready for more. My little red anus is warmed up and ready for round two. My ever-ravinous pussy aches for you. You know that it’d be a sin to leave me like this… Well, did I distract you from your plan, Asa…?”
YES YOU DID YOU NAUGHTY GIRL!!!!
Form a Queue everyone, line up and use any implement you please!
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!”
I now feel confident enough not to tell you which are AI or not, I am sure you can tell anyway. It is so easy to integrate my girls into AI, I think that eventually you will not know for sure, every time!
Anyway, on with my post!
We have discussed the possibility of ‘In Disgrace Attire’ for a while. Keeping the traditions of a bottle green gymslip we have come up with three designs and have put them in to service.
Here is Kate modelling one for us.
They wrap around like a rather huge apron. Quickly being unwrapped for on the spot punishment! We have some with a hole for their bare bottom to poke through, others with a little flap.
You see, if a girl has been punished more than three times in three days, here at Saint Helena High School for Wayward Girls, they are considered to be in disgrace. They have to wear these for a week. During that week, she will be in a ‘NO LENIENCY PERIOD’. Every minor offence is punished by a bare bottom spanking, with a minimum of twenty smacks. They can be easily spotted and all staff and girls know what they signify. So if they are naughty, no questions are asked, up they get, unwrap, and spank!
Here are some girls getting used to them, some get in quite a tangle!!!
Oh look, it’s me popping up in a photo!
Like I said, some get a bit tangled as they unwrap!
When I do AI I always stipulate ‘adult schoolgirls’, sometimes the figures generated look a bit young, hence the cropping.
