Chastised Bimbos

**Chanta Rose** - From across the pond and jolly ol' England she cometh, but there's nothing jolly about this egotistical wench. From the moment she walks in the door, Chanta makes it abundantly clear that she is
doing us an immense favor in agreeing to take our money.

Seems a few bare ass pics of her were recently published in that famous magazine with the rabbit ears logo
and she's decided that henceforth the world should grovel at her feet. As this infuriatingly vain tart struts
about the room wagging her tart tongue, we can't help but to be reminded how roughly 230 years previous our
forefathers when confronted with similarly arrogant Brits saw fit to aim their muskets at the whites of their
eyes with devastating effect.


Our man doesn't own a musket nor is it the whites of Chanta's eyes he's contemplating but devastating
effect he most fully intends. In a thrice he grabs the egotistical bitch, tosses her across his lap and
promptly bares her posterior. The lovely sight that greets us certainly does live up to it's billing, pale as
ivory and smooth as silk Chanta's internationally published mounds of ripe butt flesh present an utterly
inviting to say nothing of a thoroughly deserving target. Clearly, this bottom demands a no nonsense spanking
of the first order! Taking a firm hold of the protesting tart's waist with his left hand he raises his right
and promptly brings it crashing down upon her right butt cheek with a loud report.


The effect is electric; an ear-splitting howl rises from the floor as the rounded dome first indents and
then bounces back in wobbly elasticity now sporting an angry red splotch just as **his hard hand crashes
down upon its neighbor with identical effect**. The master has begun his work!


Alternating squarely placed smacks with the occasional upward slap he quickly gets both wobbly, rapidly
reddening mounds dancing delightfully before our eyes as the outraged wench shrieks and hollers in futile
rage.


Indeed it is with consummate skill that he executes this clever choreography causing Chanta's jutting
mounds to jiggle, shudder and lurch in splendid alternating rhythm whereupon he then steps up the tempo
inducing them to dance in perfect unison before resuming yet another but no less charming alternating rhythm.
This ladies and gentlemen is poetry in motion! As if all this wasn't enough he from time to time punctuates
the proceedings with an extra brisk or varied smack while all the time maintaining perfect harmony.


Admittedly, Chanta's accompanying vocals leave something to be desired being both a tad shrill and
decidedly off key but hey, we didn't pick her for her voice.



**Heaven** - When this well shaped little package first walked through the door we were quite impressed
with her sexy but wholesome "girl next door" look. Indeed her pretty face simply radiated sweet innocence,
and then ... she opened her mouth. Yikes! We're talking potty mouth personified here. Suffice it to say this
tart's vocabulary would get her tossed out of most trailer parks and more than a few bars. Once our cameras
started rolling Heaven proceeded to further disappoint us with her even poorer manners, admittedly something
of a feat at this point. That's when our man wisely concluded that it was time to get to the bottom of the
problem ... and a fine bottom it be.


Smooth, pale and decidedly firm. Without further ado he **upends the little slut, plops her face down
across his lap, raises his right palm and slams it down hard...** precisely where it's most needed. The
sight of Heaven's delightful thong encased mounds of butt flesh jiggling lewdly in response brings forth his
first smile of the day.


Clearly, this eminently necessary task will prove every bit as enjoyable as it is warranted. Without pause
he now commences to whale away on her upturned bottom with a steady rain of hard swung bun-flattening slaps
as her legs kick and her arms flail furiously in response.


Judging by Heaven's wild gyrations and the blood curdling screams, which accompany them, we're pleased to
note that this bitch has an unusually tender ass. Perfect! Of course, the tart's vocalizations are of little
interest to us for having already been treated to a sample of her vocabulary, we find them to be predictable
and boring. Not so, the delightful sight of her mottled red hindquarters squirming and jiggling salaciously
under our man's ministrations.


In due course the tart gives up on the four letter words and commences to simply scream at the top of her
lungs but this too is of only passing interest, as we stand transfixed watching our man continue to belabor
his squirming target with pitiless precision.


Then ... suddenly and without warning Heaven's top pops open and out pop a surprisingly large pair of
juicy tits bouncing and swinging every which way ... yum, yum! This is truly a mouth-watering sight indeed
but one that our man, positioned as he is, is unable to enjoy.


No matter, he seems fully occupied as it is, so we say nothing and continue to enjoy the now multi-faceted
entertainment. Eventually we manage to pull our eyes up from Heaven's bouncing breasts only to be startled
once again this time by the sight of her once pretty face now barely recognizable, twisted in pain and
shrouded under long black lines of dripping mascara. This too is lost on our man whose cold hard eyes see
only one thing, the raw and welted bottom of a **foul-mouthed slut squirming desperately under his merciless
palm**. It is this image and this image alone that interests him and it is one he is quite intent on
enjoying for a looong while yet.



**August Lee** - There are certain things that just have to be done, I mean things you know full well will
accomplish nothing, absolutely nothing, and yet you just have to do them. Case in point, Miss August Lee.
Here we have yet another potty-mouthed model, only this one comes with maybe five or six more years of
mileage and with the added mileage comes a thin veneer of pseudo sophistication she picked up somewhere along
the way.


Indeed Miss Lee has the whole haute couture thing down pat and what's more she's become quite adept at
impressing, or more accurately, intimidating people with her act. Of course it's all about squeezing more
dollars out of folks like us, it's a tiresome routine and one we've been subjected to by the likes of this
strutting prima-donna all too often.


Our response is the usual one, that is to ignore her snide comments, petty complaints, and other
irrelevancies and to in turn lavish her with compliments while going about doing our job as cheerfully as
possible. We call it the "smother 'em in honey" routine and it usually works, after all these sorts of tarts
all have over-sized egos and they just love to hear how wonderful they are. Unfortunately however, there are
some flies that can't be caught with honey and it soon becomes apparent that this is one such specimen. Our
good natured responses to August's increasingly acidic barbs, that is to say our failure to rise to her bait,
clearly frustrates the bitch and in due course she sheds her high class act and begins to sound very much
like the foul-mouthed Heaven. That's when we realize that this shoot just ain't gonna happen and more
significantly that's when our man realizes what it is that he must do, indeed what it is that he has to
do.


Accordingly it is with the assurance of a sleepwalker that he strolls across the room, grabs a firm hold
of Ms. Lee's left ear, frog marches the stammering beauty over to his chair and seats himself comfortably
before **hauling her facedown across his lap. He next carefully fine-tunes her position so as to ensure that
her delightfully proffered posterior may be attended to properly.** Smiling contentedly now like an
alcoholic savoring his first toot on a Friday night he lecherously fondles, pats, and squeezes the object of
his attentions whereupon his smile becomes positively beat