Sunday, July 26, 2015

Ladies in trouble : Soviet era / public humiliation at beach




Regarding the private picture for the VIPs, a few sentences from John Wilkins' brillant story will best describe its content I guess :

All thoughts of winks and dances vanished from Violet’s head just as the seashells dropped from her hands. Her attention was now divided between the newly arrived and not at all welcome sting atop her left bottom cheek, and the looming form of her mother, giving her a look more disapproving than anything Violet had imagined thus far.
“ M-Mom! What are y-"
“I believe it’s me who should be asking the questions here Violet Elaine Thomas.” her mother cut in curtly.
“Where on Earth is your top girl?” the stern woman demanded, emphasizing her question with a flick to Violet’s stiff, puffy nipple.
That flick jolted Violet back to her senses, and she quickly moved to cover breasts after the initial shock of being caught by her mother had left them visible to all and sundry.
“And just what are these?” Violet’s mother continued, grabbing the waistband on Violet’s thong and letting it snap back on to her skin, much as Violet herself had done moments ago to impress the boys.
“I never saw you wearing these earlier Violet. I’ve never seen you wearing these at all young lady!”
Violet had heard her mother use that tone before. It only ever led to one thing. She tried to salvage what she could of this fiasco.
Before Violet could make any kind of case for herself her mother’s hand began letting its owner’s displeasure known in no uncertain terms.
Smack after stinging smack exploded against Violet’s poorly protected hindquarters as she hopped and skipped in an apparent celebration of futility.
She threw one hand back almost on instinct and found it immediately seized in a motherly clasp. She still had the presense of mind to keep her other arm across her chest.
Then she felt a sharp tug on her waistband. What was her mother doing? Surely she wouldn’t…
She just had. And it was only the resumption of that vicious barrage to her now completely bare backside that forced Violet to look up from the mesmerising view of her own freshly exposed privates.
It didn’t take long after that for Violet to utterly abandon all of her previously unshakable inhibitions. The free hand covering her bosom joined its counterpart in an ill-fated attempt at shielding her embattled bottom. It then promptly suffered the same fate, and was trapped in Ms. Thomas’s firm grasp.
Violet was now dancing as she’d never danced before, DJ be damned. She couldn’t hear much but the staccato rhythm of her mother’s beating palm, each beat bringing more colour to her cheeks and tears to her eyes. All was a haze now, blurred by the pulsating flames radiating from her behind.  
Violet’s so carefully guarded treasures now bounced and swished and winked about in a dazzling display of wild, if unwilling abandon. "

Enjoy : )
AleX

Tuesday, July 7, 2015

Barbara's artwork WITH the kinky story


John Wilkins' feather really matches with Barb's bittersweet universe, and so she has agreed to let him translate into words an old picture of hers, and post it here.

Original size and readable HERE . Just save and zoom in!

Enjoy!!
(and comment if you like)

AleX


Friday, June 12, 2015

Shame, spanking and sun (is what we truly need, admit it!)


The private pictures : Cry me a river is the cruel " CFNM " one. And Farm summer camp is the high definition picture which took me weeks to finish. All this inspired by the holidays and long summer days about to come (it inspired John Wilkins as well, as you can read)

Enjoy the sun !!

AleX

Saturday, April 25, 2015

4 scenes of public humiliation (with the sun like another witness)

 
Tragic camping : You have just reached 18 or 19 years old, and you think you can do whatever you want.

Did he break curefew to try to chat up with the girls, and made everybody worried ? Was he caught with alcohol and some pot ? A bit of all this ?

One thing is for sure, being depantsed and spanked in public was a clear reminder that the minimum rules don't disappear magically during holidays !!


Bonus private pictures

The text on Caugh spying his sister is this :
 " Sorry, but when I said take off your clothes I meant all of them ! Did your sister have anything on when I caught you outside the bathroom window, spying on her in the shower ? What are you mumbling ? I'm afraid it's a bit  early to beg for her forgiveness, the punishment hasn't even started ! And it won't stop until she says so, little pervert !! "
The one and only unfortunate young man naked at beach is the pretty CFNM high definition pic in the lot, since many of you asked for more of this kind. I was interested in capturing the outraged reactions the poor man would face during this day.
The worst Sunday picnic he could have imagined is me creating on picture my worst fears. I tried to focus my efforts on his face, his humiliation should reflect the situation.

I know, I know, I was supposed to work on more " medical " pictures...     next time ?

Enjoy : )

AleX

Monday, April 6, 2015

More shame and frustration



Hello dear fans !

I'm working on various projects. Many of you have asked for more medical and CFNM, but it takes time to do the most sophisticated ones. So instead I thought I would release these two pictures about shame and frustration, so that you get a bit less or a bit more frustrated ; )
For the VIPs, the huge bonus picture " Dredful memories are Forever " (800 ko) is in your mailbox in a few minutes.

(on a sidenote: hey, the new season of Game of Thrones is starting soon !)

Cheers,

AleX

Tuesday, March 24, 2015

Medieval shame, part 4



Medieval humiliation may or may not be your kink, but it is another universe I love to explore. So many possibilities!! And after a break in this universe, I  come back stronger in our common ground : )
Among the 3 private pictures, I consider Sansa's public shame the Masterpiece. Here is the text John Wilkins has written for it :

Red Flower Blooming

Chin up my sweet little dove, you need not fear a thing. After all, you’re a Stark. Daughter of wolves whose family nearly seized the Iron Throne, and paid dearly for the attempt. But see how gracious a queen I am. I refuse to enforce your silence as some have counselled. On the contrary, you now have the privilege of addressing all of King’s Landing, not to mention nobles and dignitaries from throughout the Seven Kingdoms, and even from beyond the Narrow Sea. Oh you’re nervous aren’t you? Afraid of making a great fool of yourself in front of all those people, how precious. Nobody knows that feeling better than I. I remember you laughing with all the others as I suffered through Robert’s… penance. Fear not child, how could I hold such a thing against you? I am not so vindictive as some would have you believe. Now come along little dove, first impressions are important and we have kept everyone waiting longer than is proper…   

You see, it’s not so horrid is it? Basking in the afternoon warmth. The people certainly love you, and you need not even say a word. Why, Ser Meryn could cut off your head right now and none of the men down there would notice. Not that I can blame them, you do look such a picture. Red flower blooming amongst the white. A lonely rose dripping with dew, so pretty. In fact, Ser Meryn bring the Master of coin to me at once. He may want to bring a painter, although I’m certain the image is branded into every mind in the city by now. Even a disgraced princess should be allowed to make her mark on history, to have her name remembered through the ages. Yes, every time some commoner picks up a copper penny, he’ll think of this little harlot’s luscious cunt glistening in the afternoon sun. 
It's in your mailbox in a few minutes.   
And after this? 
Well, it seems most of you are requesting more medical material, so I'm back to work!
Enjoy,
AleX

Saturday, March 21, 2015

Ouch !

Hello there,

Just a few words to tell you that tomorrow or Monday I'll post the new update, about Medieval humiliation (Game of Thrones). One public picture, three privates for VIPs (including one masterpiece, yeah!).
And because I hate it when you click for nothing, feel free to bring back home these two embarrassing pictures before you leave my pink pages.

Enjoy the week-end,

AleX