RedhandsRuss

A revised suite of photos have been uploaded today . . . hope ladies that you enjoy some of the artistic imagery.

Right, so the naughty 18 year old (see yesterday morning's mention) got her introduction to Mr Hairbrush yesterday afternoon . . . she now sees the error of her ways for sure, and is likely to feel his presence for the rest of the week I am thinking!

Still, she didn't need to be quite that rude did she . . . she knew what she was likely to get by calling me a c**t and saying f*ck far too often . . . and she got it! She also regrets saying how small and puny Mr Hairbrush looked as I took it out of the bag and laid it on the dressing table. The heavy wooden clothes brush does pack quite a punch - I am quite sure that the naughty girl would agree. Her first text yesterday evening read: "I'm in so much pain I'm gunna cry :(( :(((( " (she always overstates things!), and this morning mentioned the difficulty in sitting down without it hurting.

However, it wasn't all hurt and suffering it would seem . . . she sprayed quite a bit of excitement about the place too. OK, Mr Hairbrush has a nice shiny shaped wooden handle too, and he just loves to slide it up into a nice moist girlie slit in between beatings: she didn't seem to object either. Nice new cotton knickers were ruined within the first half hour (they got left in the waste bin again). She blames it on me for not taking them off completely, and OK, I confess, I do enjoy seeing them pulled just away from her arse, but still close enough to catch the first gush as it is let loose! So, the dirty girl produced wet knickers . . . a wet sofa bet (if your Travelodge red sofa bed looks stained and dirty, blame my dirty little 18 year old) . . . wet quilt cover on the bed after phase two got going . . . and then one final epic squirt as my fingers gave her one last big pounding that got the bed again, and a pillow that happened to be on the floor at the time, and the carpet . . . I think overall she enjoyed herself, even if she did winge and whine about the soreness of her bum as I drove her home! No pleasing some girls!

She got a few cane strokes for wetting her knickers, and had enjoyed a nice, calm hand spanking right at the beginning of her two hour punishment just to get things warmed up, but largely it was Mr Hairbrush that was out and about for the afternoon. Don't think she will be asking for that again in a hurry somehow! Some nice soothing baby lotion was applied to the effected area, and that was a huge help I am quite sure - but then I am all heart.

Any other naughty young girls want to see how Mr Hairbrush delights in the education of wayward women?

My favourite naughty 18 year old needs me to pick her up and take her to a nearby hotel for a bottom warming this afternoon . . . hard work I know, but somebody has to do it!  :o)

She believes that she deserves my favourite hairbrush this afternoon. It is a wonderfully firm clothes brush actually, a solid wooden creation that imparts one wicked sting. She knows of it, but has not "enjoyed" it across her bare bum as yet. Will let you know what reaction I get!

A very lovely video compilation here that all naughty girls should view and enjoy!

Love the girl who stars from about 20mins in for the remainder of the video. Same girl, two scenarios. The second is my own favourite, even if it is F/f caning . . .

http://www.bdsmstreak.com/video/11146/disciplined-by-school-headmaster

Girls: did you enjoy? A nice ageing headmaster will gladly allow you to enjoy something similar . . . how wonderful will it be to be dressed in school uniform being admonished for your poor behaviour and performance, before being invited across my lap for a hand warming on knickers, and then with knickers down. A brief restbite in the corner before you are requested to bend over the chair, bottom pushed out, cane poised to distribute its sting . . .

Message me.

Recently enjoyed putting a story together for a naughty girl who had described a scenario that she was interested in playing out . . . the real life version of this is still a matter for discussion, but I thought that there might be other naughty young ladies that would appreciate some of the content . . . see below . . . wayward girls are more than welcome to volunteer for the role of Sarah!  :o)

RedhandsRuss x

Sarah's Story

It is probably a fairly unusual scene, but a senior school teacher taking a former pupil out for lunch is surely not a complete “no, no” is it? He is, of course, unlikely to forget his role in the girl’s life, and will correct the young lady for poor etiquette or incorrect English, unconcerned that restaurant staff might be listening. He will probably even add a few very personal comments about punishments that she might have received during her rather unusual private school days . . . he might only allude to these incidents while waiting staff are in ear shot, but there would be just enough information there for the waitress to get a pretty clear idea of what used to happen . . . or maybe it still does? No the lady collecting the dishes must have misheard that!

The dinner was most pleasant, of course, and relatively innocent and normal: the venue was one of his favourite lunchtime haunts, and the food was a delight. However, it is the next move - to a hotel room in the middle of the afternoon - that was more likely to raise eyebrows. The man at the check-in was perfectly polite, though she could not help but notice his swift but very purposeful and slightly disapproving look from the 50+ gentleman to the 20-something young lady.

The short lift journey confirmed Sarah’s suspicions regarding her fate for the afternoon. Upon entry to the quiet and pleasantly cool sanctuary Sarah's skirt is raised and tucked in at the waist. She is sent to wait in the corner while "Sir" readies himself for His exercise, as He calls it. He stands behind her reminding her that at her age she should not really be needing this sort of treatment, though they both know that He is more than delighted that she does.

He draws the curtains to shut out the real world and to buy as much privacy as possible. A tiny TV is encouraged into life in order to provide a mask to cover the occasional shouts, cries, moans, and pleas that might be distributed about the room during the next few hours: Sarah’s voice being the provider of all, of course.

He invites her to come to the chair that has been placed in the middle of the room, to bend over and to take a firm grip either side of the seat, legs comfortably but not excessively parted. Skirt already tucked up out of the way, she feels the white cotton knickers that she had been asked to wear (a reminder for the girl of her original school uniform) stretch tightly across her bottom cheeks. "Sir" adjusts the knickers to His liking - pulling up at the waistband so that the leg elastic stretches over Sarah's cheeks and is guided into the central crack of her bottom, exposing pretty, young bare cheeks. Sir's hand feels warm and caring as it gently smoothed over each thrust out orb. She knew that this would be temporary. It would feel like a very painful weapon very soon . . . very, very soon in fact, as it left its stroking motion and all too swiftly, smack, it landed once on one side of the exposed bum. Then on the other side a few seconds later. A rhythm swiftly built, with Sarah shortly beginning to add an "oww" ever more frequently.

It is not too long before the white cotton knickers are tugged down. They noticeably stick between the girl’s legs: the obvious wetness clinging on to the thin material slightly longer than it should have . . . “oh dear” sighs Sir . . . “a little too much excitement for you dear girl?” She hears his leather belt being pulled through the belt loops on his blue suit trousers. She cannot look but she already knows that He is folding the leather in an obviously experienced fashion to present a triple thickness of hide. His gentle practise swing on to His own hand will not fool Sarah. She knows only too well that when that leather is next raised, with her bottom the target, gentle will not be an appropriate word at all . . . she tenses her rear. He waits, smoothing the already red and warmed skin with is large hand, relaxing the girl. A hand slips from her bottom and finds a very wet girl’s love slit - Sarah gasps with pleasure. A slow gentle rub along the wetness will suffice for now. Whack! The swift delivery of leather brings the girl back to reality very quickly.

The sound and feel of the leather belt helped to prolong its harsh afterburn in Sarah's heated bottom, but every two or three whacks with this instrument of torture Sir rested . . . rested from the punishment at least, and started to deliver His pleasure! His fingers gently teased at the moist lips of Sarah's sex, two or three fingers (Sarah's mind was fairly blurry by now, and not able to distinguish all of the detail) softly sliding, but pausing to tickle her now over excited love bud until she drew in one large breath, which was exhaled as a low soft moan of pleasure. The fingers also began walking further along, separating Sarah's bottom cheeks to gently explore the hidden depths between, finding sensitive spaces that Sarah thought were her innermost secrets . . . no, not there she almost blurted out . . . ooh, OK, so there is rather nice when you do it like that, she mentally argued with herself, almost having a conversation with Sir, but without using real works or saying a thing.

She felt herself sliding oh so serenely into one big beautiful orgasm, but Sir rather abruptly says stopped: "It's not quite time for that yet young lady," He pronounced, feeling her excitement intensifying. Fingers were withdrawn; the belt was picked up again. "You've been a naughty, very sexually excited little girl Sarah. Your punishment has not finished yet," He confirmed, just seconds before the next crack of leather ripped the air of sexual excitement. "You will have to wait for such pleasures," confirmed Sir as a second equally loud crack of leather on bare bottom flesh made Sarah shout out loud: "You bastard!"

Oh dear. Did that really come out as audible words? She only meant to think it. The big fat silence in the room provided no clue either way. "God, I hope I was only thinking it," kept running through her mind. He soon confirmed the non-presence of God: "You probably didn't mean to say that did you girl." Was she meant to respond? "No, Sir. I am really, really sorry. It was a complete accident Sir." Her best little-girl-sorry routine should surely help. "So, I am a bastard am I? I usually find it helps to get your message across if you spell it out to me." A brief pause, more for effect than necessity she thought. "You will spell out  b-a-s-t-a-r-d  to me . . . I will provide you with one lovely hard, juicy whack of the belt for each letter, and you will thank me for it, do you understand?" So little-girl-sorry didn’t work then . . .

He instructed Sarah to move from the chair to stand near to the wall for her spelling test. She had to stand some three feet away from the clean, magnolia surface, and then bend at the waist, hands meeting wall, bottom suitably thrust out towards a Sir who was momentarily perched on the end of the bed thoroughly enjoying the site of a now well reddened rear being presented to him at eye level, ready for him to deal out seven more lashes of leather. “B, Sir” said Sarah . . .

A most painful spelling test later Sarah found herself kneeling on the bed, head buried in a soft pillow, throbbing, red, sore arse pushed high up in the air, legs wider than a lady would generally prefer - unless a lady's waiting orgasm was prompting her to do wicked things. Sir's fondling, fidgeting fingers and temptingly tasty tongue were now taking it in turns to tease the orgasm out of the girl. It came ripping through her body as she shuddered, shook and shouted its arrival; losing all control, liquid squeezed its way out past Sir’s enthusiastically rotating and thrilling fingers as they pounded in and out of Sarah's soaking wet pussy. Squirt followed squirt as Sir purposefully extended this feeling of ecstasy in the girl, with landing noises changing as continued wetness fell upon already soaking bed sheets. Sarah’s own noises of pleasure, however, remained fairly consistent in content: they just grew louder or went quieter depending upon the intensity of the surge at that precise second. Fingers were soon to be replaced by a pulsating, excitable cock, and Sarah's high went higher and higher . . .

Enjoyed a lovely few hours at a dungeon venue in Birmingham recently. Well equipped rooms, and nice and cool in this wickedly hot weather . . . well cool air I mean . . . not cool bodies once the various implements had been examined and tested out on a naughty girl in lots of very inviting positions. 

So hot and steamy were we that we adjourned to a nice quiet, private, shady spot out in the country where she could be stripped off and have all of that excitement channelled in the right direction! There is something so exciting about sex in the open air isn't there. 

Enjoyed a most delicious few hours last week with a wonderfully wicked woman from this site who had discovered the most glorious outdoor venue in which to play.

Most of my previous outdoor pleasures had been based in woodland - the cover of trees and dense foliage seemed an obvious curtain to hide behind. The various disciplinary procedures that had been carried out on these occasions were perfectly pleasureable.

However, this submissive friend had been very diligant in sourcing what would have to be described as the most fantastically-free-from-observer field that you could wish for. Bordered on one side by a wooded area on a steep bank rising from a canal, the relatively clean and clear grass field was bordered by hedgerows, with further farmers fields spreading out into the distance for many miles on the other three sides. Some very distant roads were vaguely visible - but they would not have seen us. A group of cows were the closest neighbours, but even they were too far away to heckle.

Slightly damp grass required our tartan car blanket to form a barrier to an otherwise soft and quite comfortable position.

I had not imagined that such a beauty spot could still exist in this fair and pleasant land. Beauty stripes were arranged carefully on the nice neat bottom cheeks that were presented by this naughty girl. A red bottom was provided for starters of course, and once knickers were removed, a rather wet and sticky slit was located. A flogger was duly produced and put to work in all areas, prior to the cane whipping down firmly.

All that wasn't needed was an interruption from the great British weather . . . you will guess the rest I am sure.

A lovely quote for those just a little unsure about what they are about to enter in to:

Couldn't resist adding one more set: another naughty schoolgirl writing her lines. Maybe this one wasn't quite as naughty as the others. Either that or her bottom is far more used to the whack of the cane . . . As per many others, she found that disgracing the school uniform meant that she lost the right to wear it during the course of her punishment. She was invited to lose elements of her dress after as she completed so many lines . . .

Finally the knickers went after competion of her last line. The girl held on to the wall, pushing her rear out for her final set of six stripes.

A third short set of images added to this profile page: a more fulsome bottom is dealt with here. Again, the naughty schoolgirl is seen writing lines. She must be on the second or third line me thinks, as she sits bare bottomed on the plain, hard, cold wooden chair, knickers round her thighs, skirt tucked up at the back, a first set of stripes will be tingling away, soaking in, and she tries to concentrate on her writing.

The text line written, she stands and reads it out loud. Again, as previously mentioned, she will be asking Sir for some more stripes. She is then bent over the desk. Sir fulfills her request. More stinging bits of bottom to sit on is the result.

The third picture of the set illustrates the wriggly, even defiant nature of this particular girl. Her efforts to escape Sir's highly reasonable chastisement result in one or two slightly off target. They will sting her nontheless. Perhaps she will stay still for her next caning.

Maybe I confuse all of the delights portrayed on this site with reality. Perhaps the vast majority of folk are on here to exercise their fantasies. And why not? It is good to exercise fantasies that are held deep within. Nothing wrong with that.

For my part, I wonder the above as I consider my likes and dislikes to be very real, very realistic, and very plain, compared to a lot of the extremes mentioned by some.

I do ask myself the question: are extremes really that extreme if they are only taking place in the mind? If this is correct, then perhaps my pleasures and delights are not that plain, as they do take place in real life. In part these questions surfaced following a question from a sub the other day: "What have you done to that poor girls bottom?" she asked regarding my profile main pic.

The bottom in question had indeed received a good long and fairly firm caning. The stripes are evident. However, they were by no means harsh strokes, and they were not hugely excessive in number (probably 36 stripes: I don't record such specifics!).

I do try to keep grounded. The cane is a very painful instrument. Excessive use is generally not a good thing. Most girls who appreciate the wonders of a hot bottom do seem to enjoy its use in a mild sense. If you are just starting out in this wonderful world, do please ask for a gentle introduction! I will surely oblige . . . :o)

You know I thought I was actually beginning to get a handle on this site and the way things needed to work in order to get some conversations going, and maybe even fix up some real life meetings.

Well, I thought wrong! Having added a few pics to make my profile seem a bit more lively, and some journal entries to keep the flow of info moving; had a fair few visits to my new look profile; messaged a good number of "ladies"; and even closed in on a likely looking meeting or two, everything simply turned to dust!

Now I am real life enough to know that a lot of potential cyber meets end up as vapour-ware. I also was given due notice on this site re the number of fakes. But this is wholly unreal. There must be some horribly desperate people out there in LaLaLand.

"What like you," I hear to scream back. Well, no not really. I have some v.pleasant regular friends that I meet with from time to time. Greedy? Maybe. Real? Yes I am thanks!

Hope the collection of images goes down well. The first three of are a young lady "enjoying" one of my favourite scenario's: writing lines. These are of course lines with a difference. They might well have read something like: "Cheating at my exams was wrong. I deserve to be properly punished. Please Sir, will you cane my bare bottom four times." She would have had to stand and read the line. Sir would comply with her request. A piece of uniform would be removed after each set of stripes. She would then sit down and write the line out again (see pic 2). After the event, which would have been at least 6 written lines, its corner time (pic 3).

Pics 4,5 and 6 show another naughty "schoolgirl" being dealt with for swearing at a teacher. She also loses bits of her uniform as the punishment progresses. By the final image she has her hands restrained to stop her putting them in the way of Sir's cane!

Enjoy!

Your turn next young lady?

Love this quote from a sub on this site:

"Please will someone just give me some good old fashioned discipline?! is it too much to ask??"

Sadly she wanted somebody younger than I, and was in reality too far away geographically, but if there are any sweet naughty girl that is closer to central England (Northamptonshire / Buckinghamshire even!) do shout (wrong expression?) - but I am wondering if there are any such ladies here . . . !!

Quite happy to chat: not in any great desperate hurry (i'm over 50 remember!), but do meet for real, and will enjoy leaving you with a beautifully sore and red bottom. Stripes very possible too!!  :o)

A lovely young girl called me "pervy" earlier as well: I consider that a compliment on this site! There is much extreme BDSM spoken of - I am not too heavy a player (I don't think!). I would say in her defence that she was mid-twenties, so it is only right that a 50+ chap offering to spank your bottom could be seen as a bit edgy. Mind you, there are plenty of apparent girlies younger than that asking for significantly more perverse treatment . . . I do wonder.

I would declare a friendship away from this site with a sweet 19 year old: mostly email friends, but we have met and she has had her bottom warmed, so I can't pretend that there is not a need out there . . . just kind of expected to find a bit more such a need on this site.

Well a few weeks on this site, and still trying to come to terms with it. Have mailed a good few ladies, and received a slow dribble of replies. Can't expect too much I do appreciate: the geniune sounding females are probably deluged with extreme replies - I wonder how many of these ladies just don't come back due to crazy mails?

My tastes, compared to most on this site, are pretty simple and probably not suited to most visitors. "Discipline for naughty girls" sounds horribly tame I know, and, yes, a bit of light bondage with it is not much better apparently. OK, a school uniform fetish brings it slightly into the "edgy" area, along with a "Daddy / Uncle" style of desire for young and youthful girls [a hope rather than a desire I suspect!], but this doesn't seem to be quite enough for the females needing a collar.

Still, I will lurk for a bit: maybe somebody with equally simple tastes will pop in.

Whatever you enjoy, be wonderful.