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
You have done an incredibly accurate and admirable job in devising these AI shots from the photos I sent you! (I’m glad that you did not do one of the photo I sent you of me in the shower! That one is for your eyes only.) I wish that I was one of those zaftig, voluptuous women with big tits and wide hips, but I’m not. I have what a boyfriend called a “tight drum of an ass.” (My response to him was, “You know what drums are made for, don’t you?” He gave me my first spanking as a young adult, the only one to spank me besides my mum.)
It’s true that one of of my favourite activities is to ride my bike around as soon as my college homework is done or on weekends. And it’s true that I’ve been known to rid myself of my pesky knickers. I love the sight of men and boys with their eyes as big as teacup saucers when they see a glimpse of me at my most honest, my most authentic. Only once did my mum catch me afterwards. I was smelling my bicycle seat in the closed garage, infatuated with the scent of my vagina and my butt hole on the leather bike-seat. Good God, did she get after me with her wooden spoon when she discovered that I was indecently attired! She thought that she was teaching me a good lesson, when in fact, she just was throwing gasoline on my already raging fire. I went straight to my room and brought myself to climax with my fingers. And when that boyfriend saw the bruises on my bum days later, he got a lesson in just how hard I like it, how I’m no hothouse delicate flower.
One other thing you might want to know about me – I don’t like the name my mum gave me. I’m named after a great aunt, but Matilda seems so old-fashioned. My friends call me Tilly.
Thanks again for the AI efforts! I feel very honoured and complimented! I hope the people reading this won’t be mean!
I hope not to Tilly xxx I think they will see you as a lovely naughty girl who gets lots of spankings d masturbates about them! What is not to like?
Your first punishment is coming very soon young lady!
Well then, let’s make that spanking worth while, Mr. Jones.
I’m going for a bike ride. I peel my knickers off just before mounting my bike. I love how the hard leather seat fits against my intimate folds and crack of my ass. I pump the petals hard, lean over the handlebars, feel my exertion right where I want to, right along my slit, right on my anus, right on my clitoris, right where it counts. The air is rushing past my face, blowing my hair back, blowing my short skirt up. I petal harder, faster, I’m going to come, I’m going to come so hard! I close my eyes, and I ejaculate. The bike-seat is slick. The more I petal the more I come. I wheel into my parents’ garage, pull the door down. I take long moments to play with the thick jism on the bike-seat. I wonder if this is what boys will smell, whenever I let them lick me down there. I grow even wetter inhaling my scent. It smells like the ocean mixed with sweet nectar, like from a juicy peach. I also smell my rosebud on the back end of the seat, as fragrant as any flower. I put my panties back on, just in case my mum is around and she questions me. But the house is deserted. I won’t be interrupted in my bedroom as I rub where that bike-seat just did.
Will this earn me a spanking, Mr. Jones?
Ohhhhh yessssss!