I went to see my new photographer friend John Watts on the Kent coast this weekend and had an amazing time, 10 on a scale of amazingness!.

We had chatted online and gotten on so well in vanilla chat too without discussing what spanking type detail we might do when we met. Apart from that my behaviour was going to be discussed, particularly my latest school report. I have made the mistake in the past and been suckered into describing and prescribing how it would be, like a script for me to play, when I’m just me, a mixed up middle teen.

After a warm hug, cup of coffee and nice vanilla chat, we eventually got onto said subject of my attitude and behavior. This was to be a no-nonsense short, sharp shock before going out and exploring the local town and wonderful beach. I had a hard and fast hand spanking across his knee across my skin thin Lululemon Groover leggings, which was not only a”welcome to Kent” type introduction. My white short school socks and trainers flailed as my feet kicked from just his hard hands!

When we got back later in the day and had eaten the lovely meal he had cooked us, I was told to fetch the hairbrush I was asked to bring with me and return for a longer “discussion” this time. My humble hairbrush is actually a dreaded large Mason Pearson , as used and chosen by serious spankers for their collection. I had it as a gift once from someone, but it has never been used on my head and only by a very few experienced people who know their implements inside out. I was lectured and told what would happen. He certainly meant business, and I was given a longer and harder hand spanking, before the hairbrush spanked me soundly for what seemed like a long time and it hurt.

I was ordered to stand and face the wall with my skirt raised to show my very sore bottom as he took some photos very silently in the background and without drama. He didn’t ask, or need to, I think he knew it was something I needed to remember. The photos were in dim light so are a bit grainy (sorry), but it was a good time.

The following day, again unplanned, I was asked if I wanted some professional photos. I had not done a photo shoot for ages since deciding to ‘retire’ as a professional spanking model. I had some outfits with me to wear out (my normal teenage clothes) and my school uniform that I was asked to bring for a spanking, even though I was spanked in my flimsy thin dress which hurt even more!

He took three of four sets of amazing photos and showed me samples of how they would look. I was totally in awe of his skill and think they are right up there with the best photos I have had taken. In fact…and here is the news…they were the kick up the (very sore) bottom I needed to get back out there again, loving what I do again. I was of course spanked a couple more times over the weekend, for maintenance before we went out and at bedtime.

We discussed a project together we can work on and I am in talks to see how I might use the photos. We also shot a very rough video clip to try something out which I am working on soon, and we can both work on things together.

I left Kent with a new friend who felt close, a sky full of wonderful possibilities, big surprise, and a love of this new place I stumbled upon. Now I keep playing the weekend back in my head and hoping it was not a dream,. The photos can remind me that the Actress and the Bishop were as one again in Thanet, as well as hosting this better behaved (for now, tee hee!) little princess. Thankewww!!