Sorority Spanking – 114

Last night I began to write about my journey to Japan last year and despite writing for a couple of hours,  I left the writing where I had only just arrived at my hotel. So it is going to be long. That means that there will be a couple of vanilla posts coming up over the next week,  however I took some awesome photos when I was in Japan so I hope that my readers will find the vanilla topic interesting.

For the sorority spanking photo this week we go all the way back to the year 1929 in Chanute,  KS. What is interesting here is what the big sister is holding. It isn’t a traditional paddle,  and it is too sturdy for a switch,  so this is either something similar to a cane or a riding crop. Imagine having to pledge with six fiery hot lines burning your bottom.

This will be added to my WINDSOR’S SORORITY SPANKINGS album.

10 Spanking Book Covers

Today I was going to post the first part of my trip to Japan, but I fell asleep so I will save that vanilla post for Monday. What I will share with you today are various book covers that are currently up on Ebay. Just type in spanking and then select books if any of these catch your eyes.

First up is my favourite book cover in the collection. The outfit is simply delicious, topped off by the sheer tap panties/French knickers. I remember the first job that I had and they had a birthday party for one of the ladies there. One of the gifts she opened was a pair of sheer white French knickers, can I even begin to tell you how many times I pictured her wearing them 🙂 Here is the NYLON PANTIES tag.

What type of school canes the girls stripped from the waist down? I know that we read about it all the time online, maybe it has something to do with the Players No. 10 on the table, were they strip searched looking for the contraband?

I’m a bit concerned over the angle here, is this a front thigh strapping? I mean fair play if it is.

This is a fantasy that I have seen played out many times at spanking parties, the confession of the sins to a Priest like figure wielding a heavy strap.

This seems like amateur hour to me, it just seems wrong. I would have thought that the hands tied to the front chair legs and her feet to the rear would be more practical.

Whenever I hold my SURVEYS for my interviews with DANA SPECHT, this is a frequent fantasy that crops up, or some variation of this roleplay, not necessarily a Governess type whoopin’.

Yes, there is a part 2 as well, seems a little advanced for ‘Teenagers’, lol. Coincidentally, I write my pound signs the same way that it is written on the price.

Which one is the Doctor? And do we think that she attracted some attention in the neighborhood walking to the car like that?

I wasn’t able to go to Vegas this weekend, but I hear that a Mother and her Three model daughters attended, now that would make for a great spanking movie, which I have no doubt someone will film this weekend. MOTHER SPANKS DAUGHTER STORY.

And lastly, just your bog standard TAMING OF THE SHREW book cover.

Two Canings

This weekend is the big setup weekend for me, so while I will post updates this weekend, they are going to be quick ones as I set up my self employment business from home. The self employment takes many forms and one of the tasks that I have in store is to set up my EBook publishing on Amazon. The good part is though, I can set my own hours so from here on in this site will get regular updates.

Today I have two caning galleries for you to look at, all you need to do is click each photo below and it will take you to the respective 12-16 photo galleries for each scene.

This is an excellent schoolgirl punishment video that you shouldn’t miss for the scoldings, the authentic school uniform and of course Alice’s reactions to her spanking and caning. She eventually receives 12 hard strokes of Headmaster’s Dragon Cane (these really hurt) after he loses patience with her continued poor attitude during his showdown meeting with her. Click the image for the FULL GALLERY.

This film starts as Violet is asked to remove her panties and take up position over the bed with her bare bottom fully exposed and ready for the first part of her punishment. In all, she took a Baker’s Dozen. Click image to see the FULL GALLERY.

Additional spanking videos.

The Countryside

I’m posting from my phone just so that I can get an update out. Right now my brother is visiting me from England so that has eaten into my free time.

This photo I found on eBay and it brings back memories of England. A spanking in the countryside,  on a hike,  camping,  just anywhere really where there is a chance of getting caught. There was a couple of photo sets from Janis back in the day that probably fueled this fantasy.

A Friday Funny

There is this huge folder that I have on my external hard drive that contains completely weird spanking paraphernalia,  and on this drive I have only a little bit. Thing is,  these items will never see the light of day because quite frankly they aren’t exactly wonderful spanking pics.

So what I think I will do this weekend is post a few in batches for the weeks ahead and pre post them all on Friday’s. There will always be something of interest to someone. Here is a t-shirt that I am just sure some of you girls would love to wear in public!! Works better for the ladies who really don’t want to wear it 🙂



Windsor Wednesday Classic – 106

My Wednesday classic this week is a little different to my usual offering,  and quite frankly I am cheating. Normally I have to edit what I give you,  catalog it in a spreadsheet and then add links. The reason that I use a spreadsheet is that a few years from now the inevitable questions are going to come up as to their origin and I will be able to enlighten them. I mean shoot,  people lift photos from this blog already and post them under the  “No idea where this came from”  category already,  so science only knows what will happen when a few years pass 🙂

It is also the start of the fantasy football season which does take a bit of my spare time. Last year I won the 24 team,  two conference dynasty league,  and I think that I did it in time because I compare my roster to the other rosters this year and I have my work cut out. Just as a side note to that,  in the 13 years that we have done this league,  I’m the only team out of the 24 never to have posted a losing season since the beginning. At worst my record has been 500 and that was only once. Then I also had a draft this week for the league I have been in for 14 years. This league is a 16 team league and is as tough as can be. I won this one back in 2007 but haven’t come close since. This year though I think that I have drafted my best team in a long time. Remember for you fantasy football fans,  there are 16 teams so imagine the dregs that are left for your second RB. Matched up against the other teams though I like what I have,  a primary of Newton,  Forte,  CJ Anderson,  Crabtree,  Desean Jackson and Antonio Gates,  plus on the bench I have Christine Michael,  Chris Johnson,  Tannehill etc,  etc. Just trust me,  for a 16 team league I did well this year.

Anyway,  on to the spanking photo for this week. Like I said,  I got a bit lazy because I have to start work super early tomorrow and I need to get to bed. So I snagged this one off of Ebay and even though cartoon spankings are not normally my thing,  this one is pretty cool. My German friends should especially enjoy it. Maybe one of them can translate it for us all?


Night Nurse

As you can tell,  I’m trying my hardest to devote some extra time to posting more frequently. As I stated the other day,  if it is just the pics you want then they are at the bottom of this post,  so if that is all you want then scroll away and grab them. Today I have three vintage  ‘Nurse’  spanking pics that you should enjoy.

Pretty soon I am going to have to start preparing for the 2016 events. As I have stated,  for the last couple of years I have scaled back a bit on attending parties,  something that was very necessary. The biggest reason in all of this was that it stopped being fun for me,  a lot of the excitement and anticipation slowly eroded over the years from a variety of factors. They are pretty much all self induced,  my core values trump everything and I have my own vision of what fun and enjoyment should entail. The thing is though,  you are always in control of your own destiny. I know what works for me and I know what doesn’t work for me,  both in terms of play and interacting with other people.

So right now I have two parties coming up where I get to take a leading role in how much I enjoy them. Both parties are right up there in terms of potential enjoyment so as the old saying goes,  the ball is in my court. First up,  and while I haven’t booked my vacation or tickets yet,  I fully intend on going,  and that is the 50 freaks party.

Being that I backed out of the last one I would have understood if there was not a place for me,  but I sent a text to Cousin Joe and he responded that I was always welcome. Actually,  that shouldn’t surprise me at all,  if there was ever a role model as to how to treat other people,  Cousin Joe’s picture would be on it.

Now I don’t even know who is going other than the people who I hung out with on New Years. I don’t go to Fetlife anymore so I am clueless as to who will be in attendance. There are two girls who I occasionally text who at one point said they were likely to go,  but that was a while ago so I don’t know for sure anymore. But I hope to roll back the clock though. I want to take my spot at the bar which at one point was affectionately known as  “Windsor’s corner”,  and most importantly I want to enforce my time. That means setting goals to spend several hours each day with the SSNY crew,  spend more time in the party room,  and the biggest of all,  when I take my  “Me”  time,  that I get up and rejoin the party.  “Me”  time is very important at a party,  it helps to avoid burnout. When we are in Vegas or Atlantic City I tell people until I am blue in the face,  if you see a party attendee playing the slots,  leave them the fuck alone,  they are on  “Me”  time.

After that there is of course the annual Boardwalk Badness Weekend. Now the organizers of BBW have had an incredibly busy year with a vanilla project,  and my own work has increased dramatically this year,  so New Years was the first time that I got to spend a weekend with them in 7 months. So BBW planning is something that I have done very little of as of yet. Now don’t get me wrong,  the BBW crew are on the ball and they have the framework already laid out,  but we haven’t had one of those nights yet where a dozen of us sit there and start throwing ideas out. Perhaps we will do that at the 50 freaks party.

So those are my early plans in a group setting. I do have some private play plans set up but I will avoid talking about them in detail. I will only write about them if I have the permission of the other parties when we actually play.

Okay,  time for the pictures. Be sure to come back tomorrow,  the huge version of an already posted Men Are Like Streetcars pic will be posted tomorrow. It is so good that it looks like an old lobby card.

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All Hallows Eve

In this wonderful world of ours there are so many different aspects to choose from. One would think that spanking is simple,  but like any relationship,  people find what it is that works best for them and gravitate towards that. In fact in the past it was one of my annoyances whenever a guy would act like a whiny little bitch wondering why certain people play together,  it’s all to do with chemistry.


Because I have so many things that are personal spanking turn ons,  I honestly believe that it is because of what I like that it is almost impossible for me to get jealous in our scene. If someone forms a dynamic that works for them,  it can only be a good thing,  right? I know how I feel when things work out for me,  so if someone is able to find half of that feeling then I am elated for them,  especially if they are a friend of mine. That’s worth repeating,  if someone is a friend of yours and they find something that makes them happy,  be happy for them,  even if it means that you lose a piece of them.

This all brings me on to the topic of the day,  costume spanking. Now I fully understand,  from experience,  that this isn’t everyone’s cup of tea. From a personal standpoint though,  I love to roleplay and get into character.

My first introduction into the world of spanking was with one of the best examples that the spanking world has to offer,  Amber Pixie Wells. You can read that story RIGHT HERE. It is something that I will never forget,  my first meeting with someone in the spanking community,  pacing up and down until she finally arrived. Going down to reception to meet her and seeing this cutie wearing a schoolgirl outfit as the receptionists stood all too knowingly around. I don’t think that I have ever been that embarrassed in my life. Amazing what 12 years will do to you,  now I am as open about spanking as anyone in the community,  I couldn’t care less who knows what I do.


Let me pause for a second,  I have so many schoolgirl pics that it almost seems like they are the exception to costume pics. So here are half a dozen with various girls before I carry on.


In all of the costume scenes that I have taken part in,  it is pretty noticeable that Pixie appears in half of them. We have done everything from Santa to Harry Potter to Little Red Riding Hood,  in fact there is so many I can’t even list them all.

Before I finish though,  what are your thoughts on costume spanking/Roleplays? Is there a certain character that you would like to play or perhaps one that you would like to spank? One promise that I hope to cash in on at some point in the next year is with ellee. She has told me that she owns a  ‘Dorothy’  outfit and I am panting like a little puppy imagining being her uncle who is going to spank her for running away from home. I’m sure Uncle Henry will have to get his heavy strap out for that one.

Now then,  as a special treat for you,  I have two unseen before costume pics. Four years ago a guy in Malaysia had a special request for a scene that he wanted Pixie and I to do. He was so into it that he actually mailed me an authentic Malaysian schoolgirl outfit for Pixie to wear and wanted a custom video. Now I know that some companies charge for custom videos,  but I was more than happy to do it for free,  and Pixie was just as happy to do something nice for someone as well. Now unfortunately I can’t find the video right now,  in fact Jules Tanner edited it for us so I might not even have it,  but should I find it then I might post it on Thanksgiving. What I do have though is a couple of screen caps. There is a third of the otk spanking which I also can’t find at the moment. I’m sure I have the video so if I can find it I will post some more caps of the spanking and caning in a few days times. Like I said,  these are never before seen pics from a private video.



Into A Far Away Place

Here is a new story for you. The audio to the first part is on this site in the archives,  but this is the first time that I am posting it in full on this site. Of course it will be added to my fictional story page.

Part 1

Yanina sat in her bed engrossed in the literary classic  ‘Tom Brown’s Schooldays’.

Yanina,  an American Latina,  had developed a strange desire for anything remotely resembling English heritage,  certainly anything pertaining to schooling in the olden days. This fascination stemmed from her obsession within the world of domination.

There seemed to be no logical reasoning for this fascination,  sure there had been spankings growing up,  probably more than average,  but nothing to substantiate the desire to be dominated by a strict man. The only thing close to this experience as an adult was really of no consequence,  a few smacks here and there from playful boyfriends,  and one very prolonged birthday spanking from a landlord with whom she had developed a sexual relationship with soon after,  and while that came close to a proper spanking,  it was still done in fun and her modesty was protected by her underwear,  even if they felt nearly invisible for the most part.

Yanina had read of Tom Brown’s caning over and over again,  the description and the strictness of the event stirred her emotions into a fantasy playground. She sank further and further under the covers and read the part one more time,  drifting off as she once again imagined the swish of the cane coming down. Very soon,  Yanina had entered deep into her sleep and the land of her unconsciousness took over what was to be an exciting dream filled night.

Yanina strolled through the sweet smelling meadow holding a fresh flower to her face,  swishing her dress as she walked,  how beautiful England was. The further she walked the closer the old school came into view,  SCHOOL,  oh no,  I don’t want to be late. Yanina broke into a run,  trying to gather as much speed as she could,  her mind full of the dreaded punishment that awaits any boy who arrives at school late. BOY,  but I’m not a boy,  but I can’t be late, I mustn’t be late.

She was running as fast as possible,  why are these other boys walking so slow,  don’t they know what will happen,  I can’t be late. I look such a mess,  my shirt is hanging out,  doesn’t look like I have showered in a week,  my satchel is dragging on the floor as I run,  and where on earth did these horrible looking shorts come from?

Looking behind her,  Yanina watched her pretty dress fly away into the meadow,  pausing for a moment as she marveled at the beauty of the scene,  then she heard the bell ring. Her mouth opened and she realized that that was the first bell,  when it rings again she needed to be sat at her desk. There was no way she could make it. Yanina broke into a sprint to make the second bell. The faster she ran the less she seemed to be getting anywhere,  her heart pounded as her mind ran over the consequences that awaited her for sure.

It seemed like an age before she arrived,  but finally she reached the side of the old schoolhouse,  peering up the side of the old building,  the schoolhouse seemed to be about 50 foot tall. Yanina ran her hand across the wood as she slowly walked up the side of the building before coming to the corner,  she turned the corner and her heart sank. There,  stood at the door,  was the old schoolmaster with his handlebar mustache. Her eyes met those of the red faced man and then to his side at the crooked handled cane he was holding.

The schoolmaster pulled the watch from his pocket and gazed at the approaching boy with a stern glance. Yanina approached with her head held low,  shuffling her feet as she went. It what seemed to be the loudest voice she had ever heard,  the schoolmaster bellowed at her  “WE DO NOT ACCEPT TARDINESS AT THIS SCHOOL MASTER URTEAGA,  I AM GOING TO MAKE AN EXAMPLE OF YOU TO THE WHOLE CLASS”  and with that she felt her ear being tugged as she was led at lightning pace into the school classroom.

The first thing Yanina thought of was the deep musky smell of old wood as she floated into the classroom. There was dead silence in the room,  as she now stood at the head of the class all alone. She looked at the faces of all the young boys and her heart went out to whatever unhappy state they lived in. Not one of them looked healthy and the fear was spelled on each tiny face. The tiny circle she stood on seemed to be illuminated from everything else. Out of the corner of her eye she saw another group of people,  they were sat in what looked to be a jury box. In the forepersons chair was her Mother,  shaking her head and sniffling into a tissue,  Yanina felt such shame for her Mother to see her like this. Also in the box were her Brothers and Sister,  neighbors,  even the storeowner from the local deli.

Right at the very end of the bench,  in what seemed to be an attached seat,  sat her old landlord. With her head slightly bowed she blushed at his gaze,  this was the Man who last year had stirred emotions within her that she had never experienced before. He was not a real handsome Man,  but her heart was with him as she fondly recalled when she half heartedly struggled over his lap as his hand came down over and over again on the seat of her underwear.

SWISH………… Yanina’s gaze left her landlord and turned into an open mouthed fear as she watched the schoolmaster begin to swish the thin cane through the air. Her legs went to jelly as her arm was grabbed and she was led to the master’s desk. With her back to the rest of the class,  the schoolmaster roughly pulled the suspenders off of her shoulders and yanked her britches down. His big hand pushed her between the shoulder blades all the way over the desk. Lying down,  Yanina reached for the far end of the desk and held on tight to the fraying wood. The schoolmaster then stood behind her and reached for the hem of her shirt,  Yanina buried her head into the desk as the master raised her shirt to reveal the pristine white tap panties she wore. As this happened the classroom of boys began to giggle heartedly at the sight of this boy wearing such dandy underwear. The schoolmaster fumed “SILENCE,  IF I HEAR ONE MORE WORD FROM ANY OF YOU AND YOU WILL GET TWICE WHAT MASTER URTEAGA IS ABOUT TO GET”

Yanina laid there prone,  turning her head to her left she looked squarely at her Mother who was still sobbing. Yanina tried for all her might to apologize to her Mother but no words came,  she just lay there feeling ashamed.

The thin rattan cane now rested across the seat of her tap panties,  turning away from her Mothers look,  Yanina placed her forehead on the desk. Not a sound could be heard as the room went eerily quite. The cane left it’s target and WHOOSH,  came down with lightning speed across both buttock cheeks. The fiery burn startled Yanina as she clenched her butt cheeks tightly together to try and fight the fiery sting coming from her nether regions. Her eyes clenched tight as she prepared for the next stroke,  SWISH,  down it came again and Yanina’s right foot left the ground very slightly,  this time,  not only her butt clenched,  but also her right ankle and foot seemed to fuse into one as it tightened. The third stroke came down,  SWIIIIIISSSSHHHH,  this one caught her by surprise,  catching the lower part of her bottom,  her right heel came off the floor all the way to her scorching butt as she shouted out loud “OWWWWWWWW”. Trying to rock her body from side to side only made her tap panties move over the raised lines across her rear,  causing her great discomfort. SWIIISSSHHHHH,  the 4th stroke opened her tears as her body began to go limp over the desk.

With eyes now a puffed red,  Yanina swiveled her head to her left as the 5th stroke landed,  SWIIISSSHHH. Greatly aware of the fire behind her,  she looked through tear stained eyes directly at her landlord,  she shook her head softly and murmured  “Why have you done this to me”. As the tears flowed her eyes transfixed on his as the last hard stroke landed,  SSSWWWIIIISSSHHHH. It was over,  her landlord seemed pleased as the schoolmaster helped her to her feet. With a body sapped of strength she struggled to pull up her britches and fix her suspenders.

Yanina looked at the class and they all had their heads buried into there schoolbooks. She turned back to her landlord who was now sat at the bench by himself. As she rubbed her butt very gently her eyes dropped to his hands,  there he was smacking HER hairbrush into his palm. She didn’t need to hear his words,  his actions spoke very clear,  the next birthday spanking young lady,  is going to be a lot longer,  and we will be using this wooden brush as well.

Yanina’s eyes never left the slapping of the brush into his palm and the schoolroom went pitch black,  with only spotlights on the pair of them,  SNAP,  Yanina shot up in her bed sweating profusely.

What a horrible nightmare she had just had. Almost instinctively,  she reached behind her and rubbed her hand over her butt to make sure it was a dream,  it was. With a trembling body,  Yanina wrapped her arms around herself and headed into the bathroom. Re-emerging,  she sipped at a glass of water as her body shook with a chill. Walking over to her dresser she caught sight of herself in the mirror,  cold,  shaking,  with sleepy eyes she put down the glass and rubbed her body warm with her hands. From the bottom of her eye she caught sight of it. Now her dream began to come back to her as she reached down and picked up her wooden hairbrush. Holding the brush there was only one image on her mind,  the image of her previous landlord holding the brush,  smacking it into the palm of his hand. For the next few weeks,  whenever she brushed her hair in the morning,  the same image kept replaying itself over and over again in her mind,  her old landlord,  holding her brush.

Part 2

Three weeks had passed since Yanina had her vivid dream,  and not a day had passed where she didn’t picture herself face down over her old Landlord’s lap,  getting her bare bottom spanked.

Many a time a cold sweat came over her as she relived that dream,  it was all so real,  yet it was so far away. She knew one thing,  if she didn’t act upon this dream now,  she would probably never act upon it. Easier said than done though,  how on earth could she possibly approach this subject with Mr Robinson,  her old Landlord. What if he was to laugh until his ribs hurt,  how could she live with that shame?

One thing that hadn’t crossed Yanina’s mind as of yet,  perhaps he doesn’t even live in that house anymore. These were the thoughts going through her mind as she drove up the street upon where she once lived. Slowly pulling to the side of the road opposite the house,  a ream of butterflies went through her stomach as she spotted his car in the driveway,  he did indeed still live here.

Time had stood still for the young girl,  she had barely realized that it had been nearly half an hour that she was sat there daydreaming. All the time she kept telling herself how stupid it was for a 24 year old young lady to have these desires,  a complete mixture of emotion,  some sadness,  some excitement,  even a little bravery. Could she at least go and knock on the door and say hi? He wouldn’t suspect a thing and was sure to be happy to see her.

Perhaps it was because she had taken such a long time to get dressed that day,  perhaps secretly knowing that she wanted to see him prompted her to dress so seductively on this day. Whatever it was,  a sudden urge of bravery saw her open her car door.

Like she was in a dream again,  Yanina found herself standing outside her car feeling vulnerable,  straightening imaginary wrinkles out of the white summer dress she had chosen to wear. Within a few seconds she had convinced herself to stop being so silly and at least go and say hi,  she hadn’t come all this way for nothing. Even though nothing was going to happen,  her imagination would be racing after talking to him again.

Confidently, Yanina bounded towards the front door,  pausing just slightly before ringing the bell. The 10 seconds it took for him to answer it felt like ten minutes to her. And there it was,  the door opened and a shocked Mr Robinson smiled with delight at the young girl he hadn’t seen for nearly two years.

Giving the girl a hug he remarked  “Yanina,  what brings you here?”

With a friendly smile in return she replied  “I was just in the neighborhood so I thought I would take a chance and see if you were in”

“Well come on in my dear,  it is a pleasure to see you again”

They both entered the living room and hugged once more before Mr Robinson went to the kitchen to make some coffee. Yanina was pleased at her decision and chastised herself for being so foolish in the first place,  of course everything was going to be okay.

The atmosphere was very relaxing now,  the two of them sipping coffee and catching up on both old times and new. Everything was perfect until Mr Robinson chose an uncomfortable memory,  one that immediately had the girl blushing,  the memory of the birthday spanking he had given her.

Mr Robinson chuckled at the colour of the young lady’s face and kind of revelled in her embarrassment. “Come come Yanina” he said “there’s nothing to be embarrassed about,  it was only a little birthday spanking”

Yanina tried to put on a brave face,  knowing what she was feeling inside,  “I know Mr Robinson,  but it was a funny position to be in over your lap an’ all,  I’m just glad it wasn’t a proper spanking”

Oh my,  the breath just left her body,  did she really just say that,  the hot feeling of flushed cheeks descended upon her once more and she looked down.

“Well I don’t think I ever had a reason to give you a proper spanking,  did I?”

Yanina’s cheeks were hotter than ever,  now all she wanted to do was change topics,  and quickly. “I don’t suppose so Sir”  What was she doing? SIR,  oh geez,  she wished that internal voice would stop interrupting.

Mr Robinson chuckled once more but decided to tease her a little  “Then I hope you don’t give me a reason to anytime soon”

Yanina was beside herself,  almost to a point of tears,  so close and yet so far. Is that sentence the end of it,  does she press on,  will she die of embarrassment in the meantime?

Part 3

Yanina needed a break. A break from the embarrassment,  a break from the excitement,  sheesh,  just a break just to clear her head a little. Still blushing madly,  Yanina excused herself to the bathroom. Walking slowly across the room she smiled coyly as their eyes met,  then subconsciously put both hands on her butt as she passed him. Mr Robinson smiled with a nod of some unknown approvement as he watched the young girl scurry by out of the room.

It was in the bathroom that decision time was fast approaching,  what did those eyes mean as she passed him? Did he know? Is he thinking the same thing as she is? Even though her mind was not made up,  she was certainly taking her time in front of the bathroom mirror making sure she was looking her best. What holds in store when she returns to the living room,  is it over with,  or is it just beginning?

Yanina began the slow walk down the stairs and headed towards the door to the living room,  upon entering she was slightly shocked to see Mr Robinson standing. This was unexpectedly intimidating to the slight girl to see his huge frame in the middle of the room. Peering out of the corner of her eyes at him,  she headed towards where she had been sat,  nervously. Mr Robinson watched her scurry by again and once more grinned at the minx.

Mr Robinson noticed the young girl sat fidgeting and walked towards her,  waiting for her to look at him,  which of course she was flatly refusing to do. He remembered now how Yanina used to be,  how her shyness seemed to almost be like a game to her,  there was always something so wonderfully appealing about her.

Looking down at her,  Mr Robinson asked  “So why was you holding your bottom a few minutes ago when you passed me,  Yanina? Did we miss a birthday or two?”

Yanina now sat not knowing where to look. This is where she wanted to be for so long now,  but could she go through with it,  what was holding her back. It wasn’t perfect,  she wanted a proper spanking,  but would have to settle for a birthday spanking instead. Is it worth a final shot?

“I guess so”  she replied timidly  “Amongst other things”

Mr Robinson’s eyebrows raised intriguingly  “And what other things would they be Yanina?”

Yanina slumped into the couch wanting to pour her heart out,  almost on the verge of crying. “I don’t really know Mr Robinson,  just sometimes I don’t know if my motivation is what it should be. I spend days daydreaming when I should be focused on my work,  I just don’t know if I can cope with the pressure anymore”

“Young lady,  you are 24 years old with the palm of the world in your hand,  what pressures can you possibly have”

“I don’t know,  I just never focus on what I should be doing and I get really depressed and stressed when I fall behind”

“So you need to get motivated so that you can focus on what you should be doing,  eh? Is this the real reason that you came to see me today?”

Yanina sat there silently,  feeling slightly ashamed at herself.

“I asked you a question Yanina,  is your lack of motivation the real reason that you came to see me today?”

“I guess so”

“So how do you propose that I can help you with your motivation?”

“I’m not sure really”

“Oh I think you are fully aware young lady. Perhaps that is why you were holding your bottom a few minutes ago”

Yanina felt herself sinking further and further,  she wanted to scream yes but was now really ashamed. “I don’t know”  she replied.

“Well I was about to give you a birthday spanking,  but something is telling me that perhaps I should go a step further,  is that what you want?”

Yanina sat there,  unable to reply to his question,  instead just offering a shrug of her shoulders. Mr Robinson nodded his head,  even though she was not looking at him,  and walked to the other side of the room to pull a straight backed chair into the middle of the room. Yanina pouted as she watched him from the top of her eyes,  still with her head bowed low. Mr Robinson sat down and looked at the shameful girl.

“Yanina,  come over here please”

With her stomach in knots,  Yanina stood slowly and pigeon stepped her way to Mr Robinson with her head remaining low. She finally reached his side and stared down at the huge lap beneath her tiny frame. Mr Robinson reached up and lifted her head from underneath her chin,  staring intently into her eyes. “This is nothing to be ashamed of Yanina,  by the time we are done you will feel much better about yourself”

Even though it is something that she had hoped for,  Yanina really had no idea why. It wasn’t as if she was necessarily looking forward to it,  but just looking at him almost reassured her that this was the right thing to do. Slowly Mr Robinson took her by the hand and guided her over his lap,  guiding until her feet left the floor and she grabbed one of the legs of the chair,  while her other hand grabbed his ankle.

Even though she was 24,  at this moment she felt no more than 10 years old as his hand rested upon the seat of her summer dress,  gently patting the small bottom it encased. Yanina looked down at her hand as his hand descended downwards towards the hem of her short dress. Her face grimaced as he slowly drew it upwards,  slowly exposing the seat of her pink satin panties. The grip tightened around her waist and she felt his hand leave her bottom,  Yanina grabbed on tightly to what she was holding just as his huge hard made contact with her bottom,  she gasped at the sudden sting and then again shortly thereafter.

Very rhythmically,  Mr Robinson began to firmly spank the young charge under his control,  alternating his hand from one cheek to the other. Yanina concentrated on the warmth he was generating on her bottom and occasionally raised her right leg when the smacks rained down. After perhaps a minute,  Yanina was starting to squirm under the relentless smacks raining upon the seat of her panties.

Mr Robinson paused with the firm smacks and rested his hand upon her hot bottom,  gently caressing the pinkening cheeks. “I am going to help you regain your focus Yanina,  and hopefully this is something that you will think about in the future”

With that,  Mr Robinson inserted his fingers into the waistband of the girls flimsy underwear and slowly drew them downwards towards her knees. Yanina just let her head hang low at the sudden embarrassment of her bottom being exposed for the first time. Once more, she felt the grip around her tighten and prepared herself for what was to come,  little did she know that it was going to hurt a lot more than she had thought it would.

It took only 8 firm spanks on her bare bottom before her head started to move from side to side,  her legs now beginning to involuntarily move with the motions of the spanks that were landing. Little noise had appeared by this point,  but now they were beginning to hear the little whimpers emanating from her mouth,  punctuated with the occasional ‘ow’.

Steadfast in his approach,  Mr Robinson picked the pace up. He could already see her bottom turning a delicious shade of dark pink,  and he watched as she attempted to squirm from side to side to avoid his hand. The noises coming from her mouth were now loud ones and he had to hold her tightly. Still,  he continued to give the girl what he thought it was that she was missing. As her bottom burned under his hand,  Yanina began to gently sob. Mr Robinson was aware of this and finished spanking her with a few well placed spanks.

The spanking was over. Mr Robinson ran his hand over the flaming cheeks then aided the girl to her feet. Yanina’s shoulders dropped as her hand went to her eyes to cover her tears. Mr Robinson pulled her close and sat the crying girl on his lap,  embracing her as she sobbed. Yanina buried her head into his broad shoulder and wrapped her arms around him,  allowing Mr Robinson to rub and soothe her burning bottom as she hugged him.

They sat in this position for several minutes,  neither one wishing to let the other go. Finally,  Mr Robinson eased the girl back and offered a reassuring smile to the red eyes that looked back his way. After gently patting her bottom,  Yanina stood up,  reaching for her falling underwear as she did so. Gingerly,  she eased them up and grimaced as the elastic slid up her sore bottom,  both of them smiled at this. One more hug and the pair of them headed back towards the couch. Mr Robinson offered Yanina another cup of coffee,  to which she replied  “Yes please”

“Good”  he said  “I think you and I need to have a talk”  and then he left the room. Yanina watched as he left,  then felt the catharsis escape from her body. Boy did she need that,  she could only hope that the conversation that he wanted,  was the same one that she wanted. A discussion about future events,  and what the consequences would be should her focus wane from time to time in the future.

Flashing Her Panties To The Boys

Any excuse for a spanking,  right? Well,  in a way,  but not when your mind works like mine does.

As time has gone on I have found out what it is that makes me tick. Now despite having been to many parties and developing many friendships,  I’m really of the opinion that I am more of a private player than most. Sure,  I take part in as much as I can and a few years ago I used to be that person who would play publicly with just about anyone. As time has gone on though I have felt more and more that I am most comfortable using the  ‘less is more’  philosophy.

There are times when I think that other folks don’t think that I am having a good time,  but nothing could be further from the truth. The only difference is that my definition of a fun time differs slightly from others. I’m not alone in this,  there are many people who take a more docile approach at parties,  but that is the great thing about attending,  you can do things at your own pace.

What happened on Friday at the Boardwalk Badness party,  going into Saturday,  was one of those special moments that I strive for. Certainly it was an event that was the highlight of the party for me because of the way my mind works.

Just prior to the party I had introduced myself to Bertha Mason online after reading her profile on Fetlife. Now at the SSNY party in December I had met Bertha but it was nothing more than just hello really. On Fetlife I simply do not seek friendship requests any more,  I always approve them but I never actually seek to add them. After I read Bertha’s profile though,  and answered a public question or two that she had,  I requested her friendship through a private message.

Her profile interested me and there were a number of items on there that I felt we had a common interest in,  none more so than the simple comment that she liked kindhearted people. That is something that gets me at my core every time as I thrive on kindhearted people. So my plan was to friend request her,  say more than hello at the party and that pretty much was it,  I had no intention of seeking play.

On Friday morning at the party there was a meet and greet for the new people at the party and Mike Tanner had asked me to go along as a familiar face. Because of the time that I got there I was only able to stand in the hallway craning my neck,  along with a group of other people. Bertha was one of those people and she was a few feet behind me. She had actually been in front of me at one point but I got the feeling that she was getting  ‘boxed in’  by a growing plate of testosterone. Now call it spanking radar if you like,  but I just knew what was about to happen next,  and my thoughts came to fruition almost right away. Clearly someone must have asked her how her bottom was and from a side on view for me,  Bertha raised her dress to show her bottom. From the angle that I was at I got the awesome view of her from the side as she showed off her white panties hugging her curves wonderfully.

It wasn’t long after that when I sought Bertha out to tell her that I thought that what she did was really hot. Hey,  look,  I’m a spanko and I know what I like. It reminded me of the first time that I played with Pixie,  when,  after spanking her,  the giddy girl ran to the mirror,  flipped her skirt up and looked at her red bottom whilst grinning from ear to ear.

The whole day went by where I thought no more about it. Okay,  the image may have flashed through my mind once or twice,  but that was it. It was only when I went to bed that night did something strike me,  and as tired as I was it was like I had just had a shot of espresso. My devilish mind started to work overtime and I began to devise a plan. This wasn’t something that I discussed with Bertha,  and I was taking a big chance with being overly presumptuous,  but I had a feeling that this would work,  and from my conversations with her that weekend I also felt that this was something that she would enjoy.

The thoughts in my head were this  “Naughty little girl,  flashing her panties to the boys like that. Why I ought to spank her for that”

Now a couple of weeks ago I had seen the class rosters for the Boardwalk Academy for girls,  so I knew Bertha was in one of my classes during the schoolgirl academy,  I actually remembered it because her name was one of the few where I was asking Jules just who these girls were. Which of the three classes she was actually in I had no idea,  but I did know that she was on the roster.

As Kor-E and I did our pre class run through the wicked thoughts ran through my mind once again. We had 45 girls to cater to,  but I was going to give one of them a little extra attention. If what I had in mind worked,  it could be something that she remembers for quite a while.

As a gag I had put a  “Naughty chair”  sticker on one of the chairs in the front of the class,  basically it was for the unlucky girl in each class who couldn’t see it when she sat down,  and to provide giggles to all of the girls sat behind her. Not in Bertha’s case mind you. When she walked in with her classmates she was already looking frightened and her mouth opened as I met her entering,  telling all of the girls to find an empty seat but stopping Bertha and saying  “Not you,  Bertha,  you sit right there”. She did not look like a happy camper.

I was feeling wicked and I had a plan to enforce. I asked Bertha to stand up and from the look in her eyes I knew that I was going to make this work,  after all,  I had planned it all the night before.

When I invest myself into something I go all out with all of the little idiosyncrasies that can make a scene special. If it is important to me then I want to make it equally as important to the person I am playing with. Everything that I did that morning from the moment Bertha arrived was deliberate,  every single thing.

Bertha was standing at the head of the class facing forwards,  just as I had planned for her to do. I walked behind her and addressed the rest of the class as she looked away from me,  making sure that I didn’t use Bertha by name,  just talking about her in the third party. I’m not going to lie,  I was getting a kick out of watching her looking at the floor and shifting uncomfortably from foot to foot as I sternly spoke about what I had to say to the class. Now I don’t remember it word for word,  but this is the general gist of what I had to say.

“Hello ladies,  and welcome to your geography class. Now one girl in particular has not gotten off to a very good start already. Just yesterday,  during orientation,  I observed this particular naughty girl doing something egregious on her very first day.

Do you know that I observed one girl in this very class flashing her panties to the boys yesterday? Now,  that particular girl has earned herself a private detention with me after class”

At this point I started to head towards Bertha to enforce my plan of arriving at her feet to deliver my final line,  the timing had to be perfect.

“So,  as this girl likes to flash her panties to the boys,  she should have no problem flashing them to me in detention when I take her over my knee…….”

I arrived in front of her at her feet with perfect timing

“And I give her a GOOD. SOUND. SPANKING”

It couldn’t have turned out better if I tried. The final three words were drawn out individually and I could almost hear her whimper. The little that I could see of her face was bright red as she looked at her feet. As I backed up I added  “You can sit down now,  Bertha”

I watched Bertha sit down and without a word of a lie,  she looked petrified. She wouldn’t look at me,  she just stared straight past me with her mouth open and she genuinely appeared scared. Her heart must have been going ten to the dozen. The thought even crossed my mind  “I hope that she doesn’t start crying”

As I continued the lesson with Mr. K I kept my eye on Bertha and her expression changed very little,  she still had the look of a scared girl on her face and it was almost like she was trying to digest every single word that I had said. I really felt like fist pumping the air,  it worked out way better than I hoped it would. In fact it was near perfection,  the look on her face is something that I won’t forget in a hurry I can assure you,  in my dreams I had hoped for that response and I got more than I had hoped for.

What was really cool was during the spanking portions of the class. Due to our positions,  Mr. K had to spank his girls in front of the class,  which,  as luck would have it,  were just a few inches from Bertha each time. It is one of those little things where I wished I could have read her mind. Was she really that scared? Had my words really had a profound effect on her where everything now seemed all too real? Whatever it was,  whenever Mr. K spanked a girl,  Bertha looked EVERYWHERE other than at the girl being spanked. Looking at the floor,  looking at her skirt,  looking at her neighbor,  ANYWHERE but looking at the girl being spanked. Every swat was met with a wince from Bertha. I’m not sure if her reaction was the same when I spanked a girl because I was too busy concentrating on matters at hand.

Once class was over and there were a few giggles as the girls were leaving,  I stopped Bertha on the way out and said  “And remember young lady,  I will see you later”  as I tried to maintain my stern character.

With her mouth still open and a red face she replied  “Yes, sir”

Hours went by and self-doubt started to creep in. Bertha had genuinely looked scared senseless during class and I started to question myself as to whether or not I had overdone it. After all, this was her first big party and the last thing that I wanted to do was actually scare her for real. There will be plenty of time for that later.

The first person that I saw at the banquet that night was her roommate,  DragonEmrys. I pestered her to make sure that Bertha wasn’t genuinely scared and Emmy assured me that she was fine. Pandy joined in the conversation and not long after I saw Bertha arrive. While it may be a scene killer I had to make sure that she was okay,  and while my words had still resonated with her,  she assured me that she was fine,  that what happened was scary,  but it was a good scary. Once I found that out I also reminded her that I was serious,  she had a spanking coming.

Later that night everyone was on the suite level and I bumped into Bertha a couple of times. A lot of play was going on and I was prepared to be patient and wait my time where we could dart off. Well I didn’t have to wait long before Bertha found me and she asked me if now was a good time for us to go away for a bit. Talk about being giddy,  there is something really special when a girl seeks you out specifically to play.

It was scene killer time again but I had to enforce some scene rules. I like to see myself as a role model so I simply had to ensure her safety. Before starting I told Bertha that she could stop the scene at any point if she started to feel uncomfortable,  and she wasn’t to hesitate if that happened. She happily agreed and then I switched into character.

This was something that I was relishing as I dragged the chair into the middle of the room. What could be better than a shaking girl feeling repentant,  not wanting a spanking and submissively following my every lead? I began my opening talk with the following question  “So,  why have I called you here today young lady”?

This was it,  I was expecting some serious squirming and I was going to milk it for all it was worth. Give me an inch and I will take a mile,  scolding is one of my fortes and if I think that I can make a girl squirm then I will turn her face as red as a beet. What I got in return though was the complete opposite of what I was expecting,  the complete opposite,  her reply to me was  “I don’t know what you are talking about”

That genuinely threw me for a loop. The last thing that I was expecting from this meek girl was resistance,  petulance and combativeness. It took me a minute to get my game plan back on focus and she had me stumbling on my words for a little while there. It was just beginning though,  little did I know that I was literally going to have to spank a confession out of this little sprite.

It was like Bertha had planned this just as much as I did,  even when I took her over my knee and I started spanking her. There was no way that she was going to say why I was spanking her.

Now you know that there are certain things that I find aesthetically pleasing,  but I do have to say this. When I lifted Bertha’s skirt and starting spanking her on her cotton panties as she pounded her fists into the carpet  (Yes,  she really did this!! It is the little things you know)  there wasn’t an image that could have topped it.

Want to know what I was dealing with? This should give you an idea.

“Now Bertha,  why are you being spanked right now”?

“Because my skirt came up and YOU were looking at my panties and YOU didn’t like it”

Believe me,  if this was someone who I spank frequently that had said that,  I would have bared them right there and then and I would have spanked their bottom bright red with no further questions asked. What a brat!!

The first thing that I had done when I arrived in Atlantic City was to put a special hairbrush on the dresser and it was going to stay there until I used it for the purpose that I intended it for. Due to Bertha’s behavior however,  that time had been moved up to NOW. This was the first time that I was playing with her though so I wasn’t going to spring this on someone all of a sudden.

Without breaking character I wanted to make sure that this was something that Bertha was okay with,  so I said to her  “If you don’t answer me,  Bertha,  I am going to get that hairbrush on the dresser and I’m going to spank you with it”

The game continued and she continued to play innocent,  just a flat out refusal to acknowledge why she was being spanked. So I had given her the warning with no response,  and now it was time to let her know that I was serious. If she answered me then I knew that she didn’t want the hairbrush,  but if she resisted me then it was telling me that she was okay with it.

“This is your final chance,  Bertha,  you either tell me why I am spanking you or I am going to take that hairbrush to your bare bottom right now”

Silence!! Just an air of willfulness lingering around the room. Right,  that was it.

I stood Bertha up and as she rubbed her bottom I went and got the hairbrush. She had been fairly warned and now she was going to get the hairbrush,  and unfortunately for her it is a pretty mean hairbrush.

Now I can’t remember if I spanked her over her panties with the brush first,  or whether I went straight to the bare. The image that I do remember is applying the hairbrush to her bare bottom.

The hairbrush was very effective!! It didn’t take long before Bertha told me why I was spanking her,  it didn’t take long at all,  but if she thought that the spanking was over she was clearly mistaken. I’m pretty sure that I had told her that her spanking would begin once she told me why she was being spanked.

Okay,  so that wasn’t exactly true. After all,  I had this little mite over my knee for ages already so I could hardly start over from the beginning. I did however make sure that I gave her quite a healthy dose of the brush on her bare bottom before I was done. That was the point where we had genuine squirming and writhing as the brush repetitively bounced off her bottom.

Even though we had been there for a while it seemed like the scene was over far too soon. Realistically I shouldn’t have felt that way because for me the scene had started more than 24 hours before we actually played. It was one of those scenes that I strive for though,  an idea in my mind that turned out to be way better than I could have hoped for. The moment that I told Bertha to sit in the chair that I had designed with her in mind,  the game had begun. If I could bottle up the way that she acted as I scolded her in front of the whole class then I think I would be the happiest man in the world. Though,  the look on her face when I told her that she could sit down after I scolded her was as priceless as could be,  a genuine look of a girl who has just realized that she really is in trouble,  it was perfection. All in all the game had been played for about 14 hours in total.

After the spanking and the hugs I had to get out my Malaysian cane,  she is Asian after all. I was hinting at using it and then I just came out and asked if she wanted to try it. This was the happy part of the scene as she willingly lay over the bed for a few gentle strokes,  and then it was over.

There may be other scenes down the line,  that is something that I would love to discuss with Bertha at some point,  and there may also come a day when I spank her for real with no games being played. If that time ever came then I think Bertha herself would tell you that it would not be a pleasant experience for her,  however,  it would probably be a pretty powerful one for her mind.

There are certain things in this world of ours that totally define who I am, and Bertha Mason had just given me one of them.


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