The Aftermath of a School Trip to London ~ Part 1

I am speaking to my secretary. “Please go and find Samantha and Kate, and bring them to Room 148 please.”

“Of course Mr.Jones.”

I go there to meet them.

knock knock….

“Come in!”

“Stand there you two. Thank you Charlotte, please go to back to my office, I will deal with these.”

With a look of disappointment she goes.

“You two, stand there “

“We hire a luxury coach, we take you to London for two days, at no expense to you or family. And you repay me by baring your bottoms at the back window of the said coach.”

‘No Sir….we….”

“QUIET!!!!!! We have photos from various stages of the route from the Metropolitan Police.”

“Don’t you dare giggle or show disrespect! You have a simple choice. In around 15 minutes your class is coming in here, you can be caned, without mercy before them, on the bare, or, seeing as you like displaying your nakedness, you can stand on a desk and display your naked selves before them, and I will not ban pea shooters or mocking language!”

They choose public display and ridicule.

“Up you get then!”

They climb on the desk.

“Get undressed, right down to plimsols and socks, nothing else!”

more to come…

Asa

Wanted, new female writer of spanking /masturbation from a female viewpoint.

I do not want to sound insensitive, but Jean Marie is either dead, ill, or left and not wanting contact for personal reasons.

All a gentleman can do is respect that, wish her well either in this life or the next, wherever she is, and move on.

I cannot show you real photos of her, she was /is quite a stunner. Very beautiful….you can see why I will miss her! She was/is a teacher in Lexington Kentucky, hence the setting…

She came to us, took what she wanted and left, I have no issue with that. This is as near her likeness I can create….

I have put an advert out on Tumblr.

Any woman on here fancy a go?

i am looking for lewd and rude!…..lol

Contact me if interested.

Asa

Three Days After…

Kate and Samantha were spanked by Mr.Jones, on the bare, with a plimsol, three days ago. They cried and squealed and wriggled.

But the day after, they talked about it and found that they had both masturbated in bed feeling their bottoms, and thinking about what had happened. Both agreed that they would not mind it happening again.

For two days after first talking about it, they had talked about it non-stop. After school today, they hid, and waited for corridors to quieten. They made their way to where the incident happened, it was empty, and very quiet.

They went in, and it somehow looked quite magnificent, even though it was only a small detention room. It was like a shrine to their spanking, they could almost hear the spankings still echoing. They sat at the same desk he had called them from.

The same plimsol he had used was resting on the desk, and they picked it up, as if to pay homage to their instrument of correction and pain, as if nostalgia had creeped in after just a few days.

They talked of their feelings during it, and how they loved seeing each other ‘get it’.

Soon, in the still calm atmosphere, hands began to move down, and those naughty hands took each others knickers down, saying how much better it was when someone else did it, then there was playful smacks on each others bottoms.

You might or might not hear what they say, because this is the ‘thing’ about this story.

You are outside the door listening and peeping through a corridor window…

Enjoy…

Yo will notice that Kate is having a period. I asked if she wanted me to avoid the little extraction string, she smiled and said….”Nooooo, it’s natural.”

more to come…

Asa

Another story addition…

As you know, now that I have learnt AI I am going through my main stories adding extra scenes and characters, background people….extras.

I only shoot with my girls and occasional guests. It would be too time consuming and costly to bring more in.

Mr.Jones the Headmaster says …”With all the adult schoolgirls and female staff here at Saint Helena High School for Wayward Girls, I fully appreciate, that things go on. But what happens in a punishment room, stays in a punishment room.”

I feel pleased at my development in AI. Last October I had never tried it, at 73 it felt a daunting prospect to learn. But here I am, the following April, doing this…

To think that nothing is real, not one bit, all the room furniture and people are from my imagination. All done sat by the fire in my lounge, not posting a penny, and about half an hour from start to finish.

You will see this girl quite often. Her name is Jeanie, my little tribute to Jean Marie.

Interested in how to do it? You can find out how, and what I use, here…

The Spanking Emporium AI Story / Scenario and more, Page…

Asa

Sad news about Jean Marie…

I believe she has taken her own life.

This is the end part of the last e-mail she sent to me…

I’ve also sent an email to my principal, asking her to tell the students that I “had to move on, got called away suddenly,” which is all true.)

I confess that I’ve had this in mind for some time; it’s gone way beyond ideation. I’ve felt like I’m dry, running on empty for some time, so all this just made sense. I haven’t been able to make much sense of life as a stutterer who can only express herself well in writing, as a woman who can only achieve sexual excitement by being punished like a little girl, as a Giver in a society of Takers, even polished and expert Users. YOU have been unfailing kind; know that I am forever in your debt. (Even though I don’t know if Asa and Charlotte are your real names, just as Jean Marie is a non de plume.)

I think I’m going to go read a book while sitting in my car with the engine running and the garage door closed. I’m just going to go to sleep, get the rest that’s eluded me. That’s the last lose end.

The Beatles sang sweetly, “And in the end, the love you take is equal to the love you make…” That’s how it is between us.

Love,

Jean Marie

A call for help?

maybe…

She lives in Kentucky, I know quite a bit about her and am fond of her. I have contacted the ‘Louisville Suicide Helpline’ sharing what I know about her and sending the above.

Maybe they can track her down and stop her.

I have done what I can, I could not do nothing.

Anyone from the Lexington district of Kentucky? Contact me.

Thank you.

Asa

An Extra Duty for my Head Girl… Part 1

My Head Girl is Samantha, I have asked her to see me in my Study.

Hello Samantha.

we have a long chat and the upshot of it all is…’Would she be happy if I said she could spank other girls, and if so, if the need arose, would she.”

“Ohhhhh.”

She thought for around 30 seconds. “I would love that Mr Jones.”

So the very next day a notice went up on every classroom notice board, and I announced it in Assembly.

Straight after Assembly, Samantha went off to find Kate, a real brat of a girl and a thorn in Samantha’s side.

It was no surprise to find her in detention, and straight away Samantha started to discuss her appearance.

Would you like to know what was said?

I thought so…

more to come…

Asa

A few more vintage photos I have animated…

One of the ‘Flagella District’, Public Spanking Prostitutes, kissing her Mistress after her first public spanking, and then waits for the next two in the queue to begin.

“Oh thank you for letting me watch the spanking of your daughter, I have always wanted to see one close up.”

“If this happens again my dear, your knickers will be down and it will be twelve strokes not six!!!”

‘yes Mummy.”

One of the Biederer models reading a book, and showing her knickers in public! Cheeky girl, we know what she needs don’t we!?

Poor girls must have been waiting to kiss since around 1930’s. So I have made them kiss.

Asa

Tales from the Detention Room – Number 2…You sit behind Kate…Part 2 of video story Number 7

To see the rest, click here…

Spanking Emporium’s Videos

Kate continues to show you how much she likes you, and is glad that you alone are in the detention room with her…

There is a photo Set of this on one of my Tumblr Accounts (I have X4 of them), click here…

More to come…

Asa