It is easy sitting here getting praise, but sometimes the opposite happens and you have to stand up and say….”oh bollocks! I got that wrong.”
The two girls I spoke of. I covered with one and gained her trust, and she went away on business. So I spoke to the other. I took something she said literally and made a mistake.
She told me they needed a public spanking. So I thought I would set them one up. I put the photos of their bottoms up on here thinking I was the first step towards it….what they needed.
Damn! They meant act one out in private! Pretending it was public.
So I have removed their photos and apologised.
It was a honest mistake, I am fallible, like we all are.
Anyway, I want to let you know my spanking life by blogging it, sometimes I get it wrong….we all do. So the promise I made you should not have been made. Will not happen.
Sorry everybody, I built your hopes up by reading something as it was not intended.
But life goes on, and I want you to know me warts and all!!
So after three, join in…
1…2..3….
Asa’s dropped a bollock…la la la …..Asa’s dropped a bollock….etc etc
So know this everyone, if I make a mistake, I will own it and let you know, not hide it.
That title may appeal to you, but trust me, as the Headmaster of Saint Helena High School for Wayward Girls it is the worst of news!
The caretaker and two assistants have just informed me that a pile of knickers was burning in the quadrangle!!! Not only that, they were in the rosebed, scorching some of my prize plants.
Luckily they were quick to act, their silliness has worked against them! Their names are still easily readable on every soaking pair.
In classroom 214 they have found empty cider bottle and wine bottles. How they got them, and managed to smuggle them in I DO NOT KNOW!!!
So we have twenty or so drunken schoolgirls out there with no knickers on! Good grief!
Calls are starting to come in thick and fast. They are up to all sorts of lewd drunken behaviour, if you see them, please let me know, I need evidence.
Already e-mails are coming in, with photos!
oh dear oh dear…
CCTV footage is arriving as we speak, as you can see it is very unsavoury, quite disgusting. Vomit is all over windows and pavements, urine has been found in doorways. Public exposure of private parts is rife and out of control!
The town of Tumblerton, (I am doing this on one of my Tumblr Blogs) Police Force, and many volunteer adults have rounded them up. This is like an out of control Saint Trinian’s Adult Movie!!!
Statements are being taken, and I have already had a very angry one sent…
Dear Mr. Jones,
I wish to inform you of what can only be described as a very traumatic incident that occurred this afternoon whilst I was taking my maiden Aunt out for afternoon tea in town. My Aunt has recently retired from her post as Head of Classics at a very prestigious independent boarding school for young ladies; a post she held for over 40 years. Whilst we were having tea and sandwiches in the Cosy Cottage tea rooms, a group of about seven girls from your school raced out of the Frog and Parrot public house across the street and charged into the tea rooms where they demanded loudly some things called “burgers” and “bacon sarnies”. Whilst they were waiting for their order they began loudly chanting ” Jonesy is a wanker and a fucking awful spanker”. On their departure they all bent and raised their skirts screaming “You’re all arseholes” My Aunt was understandably shocked at such behaviour and very nearly passed out in horror. I trust you will investigate this incident and inform me of your resulting actions.
(The first Tumblr reply to my post)
The caretakers are busy opening one of the isolation Dormitories, used for sickness epidemics etc. There are 36 beds.
Miss Kenworthy, myself and four members of staff are going in the school bus to collect the drunken girls. We will deposit all 28 of them in the dormitory, the next time they come out it will be to march them to the school hall, for 28 public canings, 24 strokes each, with invited guests (Tumblr Followers), all staff, and all the girls, to witness it!
more to come…
Mr.Jones. (Headmaster)
So, do you understand, I am making this as real as I can, I have posted on Tumblr that the girls are out, knickerless and drunk, and asking for witnesses to tell of what they have been seen doing. You, like me, are waiting for news!
This time our delightfully naughty, sexy house wife has hit on an idea.
You get home from work and there is no smell of cooking, you are a little puzzled, so begin a search of your house…
“Darling! Where are you?”
“Upstairs Sweetheart!”
You walk to the stairs and find her house clothes deposited on them, knickers, bra, shoes, apron, blouse and more. You hear her giggle in your bedroom and make your way there.
“Hello.” You shout when you reach the summit of the stairs.
“Come to the bedroom door.”
You walk to it, curious. What is she up to.
“You there?”
“Yes.” You chuckle, you recognise the tone of her voice, it is the one she uses to initiate sex…around four or five times a week.
“Oh good. Remember that Diner you loved so much, that one we went to last week?”
“Yes?”
“We had that secluded corner table. And when the waitress went to the next table, her skirt rose up and I whispered to you that she was naughty and needed a jolly good, hard, bare bottom spanking?”
“How could I forget!? You grabbed my cock under the table cloth, unzipped me and wanked me off!!”
She giggles. “I wonder who had to wash that napkin!!…..anyway, I have saved some if your generous allowance and booked us a table for Seven o’clock, and I have been busy on my sewing machine again!”
Your eyes light up. Last time she made a very revealing school uniform.
“Come in my precious, I have a surprise for you.”
You walk in…
“Shhh…..I have made myself a little hat like hers, and an apron….a tiny one. Pretend we are at the same table, I have booked the same on!…Pretend I am that waitress. ….I took your order half an hour ago Sir and I have lost it, my manager says I have to apologise and ask you for a spanking “
You smile, broadly. “Go on then.”
“Oh Sir…sniff, I have lost your order and they have not even started preparing it because I cannot remember what it was. My Boss says he gives you permission to spank me, right here, in the Diner.”
You hear the sound of the door locking, and mentally prepare to show your all to me, your favorite teacher. You feel moisture actually starting to seep from your vagina.
“Nadia, you are to arch your back as low as you can, and present your bottom out to me as far as you are able.” You do so, almost eagerly, arching and offering your lovely rear view fully. I move to your side and gently reach my hand out to pat your nude bottom. “Nadia, are you ready for the cane?” ”Yes, Sir,”you reply in a timorous voice, trembling as I lightly move my fingers down your left leg. I gently tickle the back of your knee and ease my hand between your legs….you part them slightly for me.
I study, with pleasure, the sight of your soft vaginal lips, separated slightly, with a bit of shiny dew, and the roseate opening of your offered anus, dark and exuding mystery. My penis presses hard against the front of my trousers, determined to gain entry into your tight young sheath. But that would come later, as would your caning at my hands. You had suffered enough for one session…..I didn’t want your adoration to evolve into abject dislike!
“Dear,” comes my gentle voice, “please pull your panties up and stand down from the stool, now.”
Perplexed, you do as I ask. “Please, put your clothing back on, dear one.” I am still standing over by the door.. “are you nearly dressed yet?”
“Yes”.
“Please put the skirt back on, also… thank you!”
“Yes, Sir,” you reply, in a rather hurt voice, as tears start to come again to your eyes… “What is the matter with me.. don’t you find me pleasing?”
“My dear, please come sit down with me.” I move over to the hard chair on which I sat to give you your spanking,and lift my arms out to you. Sobbing, you hurry over and sit on my lap, throwing your arms around my neck and beginning to sob broken-heartedly. I comfort you as best I can, patting your shoulder and cuddling you as you release you full emotions, which you have held in check for several hours. As your shoulders continue to heave as you sob bitterly, I continue:
“Dear little one, you are one of the most beautiful young women I have ever seen. As a man, I wanted nothing more to run back to you after the other kids had left, and comfort your poor bottom in the best way a male can for a female, but the fact remains that you are still my student, even though you have already turned 18, I know. Legally, I can’t touch you, let alone make love to you,while you are still my student.”
“But, Sir, the term has only two weeks left in it – after that I’m finished with high school- two weeks! Please,Sir……”
“I’m sorry, I can’t, and you know I can’t.”You again break into sobs. “Sir, my bottom is sooo sore, won’t you please at least massage the pain away?”
“Well, I don’t know, if anyone were to come into the room, I would be fired, and I can’t risk that. But, I did hit you pretty hard back there… maybe I could do something to ease the pains only.”
“Ooh, yes, Sir, Please yes!!!”
“And furthermore, on the evening after you graduate from school, Placido Domingo is giving a concert down at the Civic Theater. Would you allow me to take you to this concert, my dear- have you ever heard him sing?”
“No, Sir, but I’d love to go with you, if I may!”
“It should be a very interesting evening for you, then – your musical interest will take a big jump!”
“Ooh, yes, Sir! But please, could you massage my soreness for me…I have never felt such pain back there..”
“Yes, my dear. Come here and lie across my lap, as you did before.”
You rearrange yourself over my lap. As I hold you gently in place with my left hand, I begin to gently rub your small, shapely behind on top of your school skirt. You moan and move about with pain and pleasure, as my strong hand kneads and massages the feeling back into your buttocks. “Is that any better, dear?,” I ask.
“Yes, Sir, but the thick cloth of my skirt rubs against my bruises too much. Could you lift it out of the way,please, Sir?”
“For the sake of my career, I hope nobody decides to unlock the door, but for the sake of your pain I will do as you ask.” I reach and lift the hem of your skirt high up on your back and hold it in place with that left hand, as I begin to rub your bottom again with the right hand. I can feel the heat of your globes as I tenderly follow the contours of your slopes, gently kneading and rubbing. As I do so, my penis has risen to full stiffness under my slacks, seeking release, and presses hard against your groin as you writhe against it.
“Ooh, Sir, that feels much better!” I don’t really knowwhat you are referring to, but I continue to rub softly and rhythmically.
“Sir, the cloth is still rubbing against the bruises too much… couldn’t you please lower my pants and do it on the bare? It hurts so much….”
“Spankings are supposed to hurt, my dear.”
“Ooh, please, Sir!”
Somewhat reluctantly, I gently agree, and you lift your hips slightly to allow me to pull your panties down to your knees, then you settle deeply onto my lap again. Powerless to do anything else, I gaze lovingly on your offered bottom, which is truly lovely in spite of all the red marks and pink color. I hesitantly begin to rub your nude skin, feeling the little goose-bumps that arise from its surface.
“Marvelous, Sir… that’s so much better,” you moan, as you again writhe your front against my hidden staff. As I continue to massage your hemispheres, you gradually force your legs wider and wider apart, opening to my lustful eyes the dark shadow around your little anal opening, and the rich growth of soft pubic hair that surrounds your soft labia. My fingers cannot seem to help themselves as they slowly move into these offered gifts, and I begin to gently explore your two openings with my trembling digits as you moan even more. Finally, throwing caution to the wind, I delve more forcibly down between your widened thighs, searching for and finding the stiff little head of your clitoris, which has risen high above the front junction of your labia. I am not too surprised by the very wet condition of your opening, because I know you are a very sensual young miss.
Your writhing grows very agitated as I continue to excite your bud,and with your right hand you reach between my legs and grasp the throbbing bulge of my manhood as it lies stiffly extended inside my pants leg, and you begin to stroke it very hard as I bring you to orgasm. Just a few seconds after you reach your peak, I moan aloud as the same thing happens to me that happened to the unfortunate football player! Uncontrolled spasms of hot semen soak the material of my trousers as your soft hand continues to manipulate me.
Slowly, our emotions subside, although you remain across my lap for several more minutes, as we both realize that our relationship has taken a bold new step! Finally, I assist you to pull up your panties, and you stand to rearrange your wrinkled clothing. I give you a gentle kiss on the mouth before allowing you to leave the room, but the school bell is about to ring signaling the end of the day. “Thank you for the lesson, Sir, may I have another soon, please?”
“Indeed, Miss – don’t forget, you still have a caning coming!”Only three weeks later, after your graduation, we began to date in earnest!
(Later adventures to follow……., in the stories entitled “Rears”)
Asa’s note…
I am looking forward to the next adventures already. A lovely well written, sexy spanking story. Thank you Maestro.
To read more of Maestro’s work, click on ‘Links and Contributors’ then click on ‘Contributors’ and scroll down to his page.
I have created this AI because I want to share with you what happens at the end of visit from a client. Always, every single time, it gets to me and confirms my belief in what I have done over the years.
To have found a spanking sanctuary and me, a man they can trust. Completely. Means so very very much to them.
A place to be who they want to be deep down, a blessed relief for their inner naughty, deserving a spanking, self.
It touches me.
….memories are many.
I have loved, and will continue to love, them all.
You see I thought of winding up my spanking service but then some new naughty bottoms have come to my door. Once again Mr.Jones is busy! And they still thank me the same.
Sorry about bombarding you with these this week, but I feel like I am okay now, just a few tweaks. But good to go and you will see them pop up like any other set now.
As you know, my favourite AI’s are my integrated AI generations, which means I add one or more of my girls into the scene.
But I also love exploring what I can produce with AI, and this time it is this…just AI, nothing else.
…oooOOOooo…
A naughty girl Mary, has gone to stay with her strict aunt, because mummy needed a break from the bratty, stroppy young madam’s behaviour, and attitude. Knowing that her Aunt’s no nonsense manner would probably do her a lot of good.
She arrived just a short while ago, Aunty picked her up in her vintage Wolsey car from the station, made her carry her own bags in and place them at the foot of the stairs. She has now marched her into the front room, not far from the large bay window.
Right then young lady, your Mummy has told me all about you, let’s start your weeks holiday as I mean it to continue. You are getting punished….RIGHT NOW! Take off your skirt and knickers and get on your old rocking horse, Benjamin.”
The girl scowls and looks to the ceiling in a very haughty manner.
“Don’t you think I am a bit old for riding dear old Ben Aunty? I am 17 now. I suppose you want to make me feel silly and embarrassed as a punishment. I assure you people seeing me ride this stupid horse with no skirt or knickers on, will not bother me in the slightest!!!”
She sniggers as she straddles the rocking horse, giving Aunty a good, deliberate view of her hairy minge.
Aunty ignores her flash of pussy.
Mary gets a shock. “Oh no young lady, you are not riding the horse, you are getting the hardest and longest spanking you have ever had on it, with my oak backed hairbrush Don’t you dare say a word back to me young lady! Or I will get my riding crop out! And, remember my friends? Gertrude and Alice? They are here to help me if needed, ….Come in girls!!”
She begins to shake in fear and stays deadly silent, for now, as she watches the two well built women walk in, smiling menacingly.
“Now then Mary, like I have just mentioned, I have heard all about what you have grown into….a stroppy, bratty, rude, naughty girl! I have promised my sister that you will return home a different girl! She has sent a list of seven misdemeanors that you have committed, one punishment for each is coming your way, that is one for every day of your stay. You will not be sitting down on the train home. And you will be put on the train wearing one of your old pretty yellow gingham dresses, with a big yellow bow in your hair, with tight frilly white knickers and matching frilly socks! Your red bum will be shining like a traffic light through the thin material for all to see! ….NOW THEN, LEGS STRAIGHT, PUSH HARD SO THAT PERT LITTLE BOTTOM OF YOURS PUSHES RIGHT THROUGH THE SPACE AT THE BACK! …Rock her girls!”
She rocks violently! At every full backward rock a resounding WHACK!!!! Is heard, followed by….
“YEEEEEEEEOOOOOOOOOWWWWWWOOOOOOOH!” She is quiet no more!
“Not so smart now are you my girl!?”
WHACK WHACK WHACK WHACK!!!!
And she hasn’t even took her clothes up to her bedroom yet!
Note …
I was contacted by a visually impaired person. I am going to get my girls to read a story now and then, so they can hear it. This will be the first.
Charlotte, Kate and Samantha often go to shoot for Samantha’s sites in London Studios, spanking both men and women. Each having their own room. Obviously visits to each others rooms are plentiful.
However the girls know that Charlotte has taken a shine to the Hotel’s window cleaner. So at a regular time on each visit, she puts a little show on for the nice older man. They leave her alone in her room.
He only has so much time, she knows that, so she times her does for him. She has worked out he has a panties fetish.
