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Photo Set 568

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The other day Kate came for a shoot, it was snowy and cold. We had the heating up and drank tea, I had put the heating on early. She looked all wrapped up and protected against the cold.

She said, after ten minutes or so, I” am hot now, I will get into my school uniform.”

She took her jeans and knickers off, put her white school socks and black shoes on, and was just about to remove her lovely fleece. I told her how cute and spankable she looked.

In her usually witty way she asked…”I presume I am having a few spankings?”

I chuckled and said “Only a lot!”

She laughed and said, “Give me one now, please.”

I love it when my girls come in needy. I put her like this…

And then like this…

She preferred the first position, so returned.

The first spanking of a lovely winters day was given.

Asa

A Gentle Breeze…

i am going to give this girl six with the senior tawse. I have put her in position by an open window so the sound of smacks and squeals will set a good example to the hundreds of girls in the grounds over morning break.

It does not start for five minutes, the gentle breeze will cool har bottom, making the crack of the tawse sting much more.

She is cold and nervous, hence the movement. The breeze picks up and her very short pleated skirt is beginning to flap.

The bell goes…..and the sound of girls drifts in through the window, illustrating just how much she will be heard.

I pick up the tawse. “Right young lady, palms flat and on your tip toes please….and do not move from that position.”

Thwaaaaack!!!!

“OWWWWWWWWOOOOOOHHHHWOWOWWWW!!!”

The noise outside abates, they are listening…

THWAAAAAACK!!!!!

YYEEEEEEEEOOOOUUUUWWWWWWWWWWWWW!!!”

A general murmuring of excitement floats in…

Asa

Time to go behind the red curtain again..

Jean Marie is curious about this, she asked about it when James left a comment on a post. I have not rushed to tell her, because I kind of like a curious woman!

One must be a gentleman though, so here it is…

Gibson’s Spanking (and more) Curiosity Shop!

He has donned his bow tie, packed his holdall and been on his travels and returned. It is harder for him to keep finding me things and now with the advent of my AI, he is suggesting things instead.

He wrote this…

Your output on the subject of our mutual interest – is amazing…

… you have said you may indulge ideas from your followers and fans and though I delight in your inclination for the more buxom I have an inclination for the more slender.

oh yes and i have an interest in the chaise lounge too………………..

so perhaps some time you can turn your developing AI skills to, not skinny, but elegant forms………

He has not been alone in his observation, so even though I prefer pert and plump, I will do tall and slim, for him and others….and use some chaise lounges.

I have animated this one, imagine she is blowing kisses to you James. Zoom in, look at her lips, her ear ring should move slightly now and then too. But most of all… look at her lovely nipples, she has remarkable control over them.

She wants you to come close, and nibble James.

I’ll do anything for my favourite followers James.

Asa.

James replies….”mmm mmmm mmm ::suck suck, nibble nibble::…mmm mmm…..”

Oh sorry, I thought he was trying to talk to me!

Back to my pert ‘n plump bottoms now!!

bye

A vote…

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!”

I look forward to seeing which one you choose.

Asa.

Mistress Wainwright’s House of Correction (for women) … Is open.

In the peaceful countryside of Derbyshire, England, a group of retired school teachers and Headmistresses have set up a business to meet the needs of hundreds and thousands of women with a need to be spanked in safety, by other women. And occasionally perhaps spank.

These are women who, because of age and experience have more in the way of ‘life skills’. They have all had many years experience of corporal punishment, especially with naughty school girls.

They advertised, and the response blew them away, they just could not keep up with demand!

They have pooled their resources, and decided to form a Spanking Commune. The matriarch and original developer of the idea is a Miss Wainright.

This is her putting a client in one of her now famous ‘unusual spanking positions’.

Bondage is popular, but by no means top of the list. To accommodate the more adventurous a man known to you all as the Reverend, is busy using his woodworking skills to build the many designs the women are coming up with.

Ll the women wear the same uniform and outfits for the girls that do not bring one are often very similar. A pale green top and brown skirt. They wanted to look professional and approachable.

I will now show you many of the visits to their Victorian Town House, just on the outskirts of Matlock.

oh…..a note.

If you want to attend and worry about getting excited, don’t be. They get excited too and are experts at relaxation and lowering of stress….wink wink.

more to come

Asa

Jean Marie waiting to be caned…

Another animated AI scene I have created….

Look at her!

I have stopped caning her on the corner of the desk because she rubs off on it and has endless orgasms! She makes more noise from that than the canings! Such a naughty wanton girl.

So today, (she was naughty yet again) I am giving her two dozen on the bare.

I have not given her the first one yet and she has orgasmed already!

I mean, this is supposed to be punishment! I have Charlotte, Kate, Samantha, Suzette, Cherry and Karen queued up outside! When they hear the swish, whacks, and Jean Marie screaming her orgasms they will be fighting at the door to get in!

Mr.Jones ( Headmaster)

Saint Helena Correctional Institute for Unruly Girls ~ 1966 ~ Volume 2 – Part 6

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Saint Helena Correctional Institute for Unruly Girls ~ 1966 ~ Volume 2

continued…

Miss Kenworthy kept to her word and finished the bare bottom painful spanking off with a flurry of hard crisps whacks with the plimsol!

Charlotte struggled and squealed loudly, until it was over.

( I love this photo, the way Charlotte’s bright red bottom is poking out is wonderful!)

….and when it was over, Miss Kenworthy pulled out the baton from the flogging stool to release a sobbing Charlotte.

“I can see you are disheveled and distressed girl, so I am putting you in corner time for ten minutes to calm down. If anyone comes in, stay as you are as an example of what happens to the naughtiest of girls.” Miss Kenworthy said sharply.

She picked up Charlotte’s hat.

And popped it on her head

more to come…Asa

The Power of Grey!

There is more to us older folk than you think! This section will have lots of sets added, but to start it off…

I still have a lot of older clients. The bottom of a woman is the last thing that age gets a grip on. A smack on an older woman’s bottom is every bit as enjoyable as any other…

“Oh Mildred, it is two more week before we see Mr.Jones again!”

“I know Hilary, I can’t wait either. I hope he puts us in corner time again after the spanking, and attends to our needs!”

“Ohhh God yes, my pussy is still twitching!!”

“How rude, that’s a very naughty thing to say,! A good spanking for you my girl!…. push up!”

***

Miss Mooncheeks is very much like me. Before giving a naughty girl a good, hard, long spanking, she likes to spend time appreciating her cheeks.

Sometimes a little too long!

more to come…

Asa

Contributors Day 112 ~ Part Two of Choir Girl by Maestro.

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CHOIR GIRL – Part two

“OK, girl, pull them down to your knees now!”

Awkwardly, you obeyed me and reached back and tugged the tight panties down to your knees. Your lovely bottom was now bared and ready. I quickly gave you twenty-five hard smacks, not giving you much time in between to move around. You were in danger of falling off my lap and had to spread your legs slightly to keep your feet planted. As I continued to spank, I gazed down upon your red cheeks and the downy cleft that split them. You were revealing just a little bit of your inner secrets to me… I longed to take you as my lover!I am sure that you felt evidence of that fact coming from my lap as you moved against my firmness.


After these one hundred spanks, I had you stand, still with your panties at your knees and your skirt held high, and show your reddened bottom to the class. I stood and moved up behind the chair. As you were showing your behind to the others, you were showing me what had been hidden inside that tight white panty gusset about fifteen minutes ago. I had to stand with my hands clasped in front of me so my students wouldn’t see too much of my excitement!

“Thank you, Miss. You may readjust your clothing as we prepare for the next phase.”……….as you pulled your panties back onto your bottom, I turned the chair so that its back was toward the back of the stage………….

“Alright, young lady, let us move to the next phase.”


“Please,Sir, it is becoming very warm in here….”


“Especially on your bottom, I would think!”


The class roared with laughter, and you blushed to the roots of your hair.


“Sir, please, may I remove my sweater?”

“Certainly,” I replied.

You gently pulled your dark sweater over your head and handed it to me. As I took it from you and turned to place it on the top of the nearby piano, the other students noticed immediately the proud points rising from the surface of your blouse, as your nipples were fully hard from your excitement.


I then instructed you to kneel up on the sturdy chair and bend over. You did as I asked, grasping the back of the chair and lifting your bottom up and out for punishment. Your blue skirt, which you always liked to be tight and short, was spread tightly over your buttocks,and the hem was pulled high enough that the students seated toward the front could have a little peek at your white panty bottom.

(Everyone would see it again, soon, though!)


From the top of the piano, I brought out a wooden paddle, about one half meter in length, with a leather-wrapped handle and shiny, varnished surface. I stepped to your side, as you instinctively straightened up a bit, and said to the class:


“The paddle is a popular instrument of correction. Schools used it for discipline until the mid 1970s. It has several advantages: it doesn’t leave marks, but can apply a good deal of punishment, even over a clothed bottom. I will now demonstrate this feature. Miss, if you would be so kind as to lift yourself into a proper position again?”


Looking a little fearful as I showed you the instrument that would soon be introduced to your rear, you slowly bent forward again, bringing your bottom into proper elevation. Without further delay, I gave you six brisk swats. You were a little unprepared for the pain, and cried out softly after each stroke. But you still kept your bottom arched out for more!.


“As you can see, the device is able to cause some discomfort in the subject. However, it is even more effective if there is less material in the way. Young lady, would you please lift up your skirt and hold it out of the way. Thank you. Now arch and offer again.”


The students and I again had the visual pleasure of seeing your lovely bottom again, clad in thin cotton. The tight virgin white panties moulded themselves to the cheeks of your lovely rear like a second skin, as you slowly moved back and forth. I touched your bottom slightly with the paddle, then drew it back and gave you a hard smack.”Oww.. .oww… oww,” you cried, as you straightened up to rub your arching rear. “Miss!” again you bent, and after lifting the skirt again, were ready for the next stroke. This pattern was repeated again five more times, and then I allowed you to stand.”Please face your fellow students, now.” You turned to them, not looking nearly as happy as you had several minutes earlier.A few tears had formed at the corners of your eyes, as you looked around at your classmates.


“Miss, how many students did you steal things from?”

“Eight, I think, Sir.”

“Do you know who they are?”

“I think so, Sir.”


“Excellent!Lean closer and let me give you your next instructions..” You put your ear close to my lips and cocked your head to the side to listen. With a hand raised to hide my lips, I whispered the instructions to you and then gave your ear a gentle caress and kiss.


“Yes, Sir; Thank you, Sir.” You then spoke to the class:

“Hey people, I’m sorry for what I did.. this group of you is too important to me, and I deserve every bit of what I’ve gotten so far, and what is still coming up. I would like each of you whom I robbed to come down and give me two swats with the paddle. I wiill come to your seat, give you the paddle, and escort you down here to the front.” 

I then spoke up:


“Thank you, young lady, but there’s one little problem. Your skirt keeps falling down and getting in the way… would you remove it, please, and place it over with your sweater on the piano?” You looked worried for an instant, but then reached inside the back (I think!) and unfastened it. Stepping out of it, you walked over and placed it on the piano, then returned and faced the class again. All of them could now enjoy the bushy matt of pubic hair that was hidden inside your sister’s borrowed tight knickers, as well as the dark tips of your nipples poking up the material of your blouse. 


You then asked me for the paddle. Carrying it, you walked slowly up to a boy in The bass section, handed it to him, and took him by the hand down to the front of the room.

The rest of us enjoyed watching your bottom move as you walked, and also the embarrassment of the young man as he tried to hide his erection as he walked and then stood by the chair! You knelt up on the chair, as before, and presented your bottom to him, saying: “I’m sorry, Carl, for stealing that money from you…would you please paddle my bottom, now?”

He struck you twice – the first one was not too hard, but the second really stung. You then stepped down, curtsied to him and thanked him as you took the paddle back and he returned, red-faced, to his seat.


The same procedure happened seven more times, for three female students and four more boys. The last boy had been a favorite of yours for several years, and had asked you on dates several times, but you had refused!He was a football player, and you loved to watch his big muscular legs and tight little butt as he ran around the field in his uniform!To tease him a little more than the rest, you did not clench your legs together tightly, but moved your knees as far apart as they could on the seat, giving him an extra eyeful! You spoke to him very slowly and sensuously as you asked him, and jutted your bottom out as far as you could. Unlike the others, he bent down to take a closer look at what he was about to swat. You responded by moving your hips back and forth to simulate the motions of love-making. I cleared my throat loudly and called for the punishment to continue. (Partly because I was very jealous – I wanted you to become my own personal sub and lover!)

He was able to give you two hard swats, but after the second, as he watched you writhe your slender, nearly bared bottom inthe air, he lost control. “Oh no,” he murmured, as the rest of us could see a dark stain spreading across the front of his tan slacks! Shamefaced, he returned to his seat, as you arose and handed the paddle back to me.

(to be continued….) 

In the words of ‘Uncanny’ (anyone watch it?)…”Bloody Hell Maestro”.