Category Archives: VINTAGE

MY GIRLS IN VINTAGE CLOTHING

 

This will be a huge section,  I am slowly going to fill it up with my old tumblr photos. Be patient!

Just a note before we start. I love to spank maids, and have acted in videos doing exactly that. With certain girls I love to role play too. Not for the camera, but just special time for me. The love of a victorian maid in all her finery has thrilled me for years.

When I spank a maid, I seem to time travel! Everything else in the world fades away…




 

So! Off we go! My girls in Victorian attire….

This is Samantha acting the part of a Victtorian Mistress, reprimanding Kate, who is acting the maid…

Click here for a little story with eleven saucy victorian spanking photos of Samantha and Kate…

The Unusual Punishment of a Naughty Victorian Maid

This is Claudia, known on Twitter as Miss Iceni. I have chosen her to be the owner of my Victorian Bawdy House, the Inveigle.

In a story that is!

Just right for the part isn’t she?

Here is a set I have done in black and white of Samantha as a Victorian Mistress in corset and bloomers, with Cherry as her submissive…

Look at Samantha here, she looks just how you want a naughty maid to look.

Ready for the number of strokes to be decided upon…

She has just been told it is two dozen with the birch, hence the look of shock on her face.

I love the way bloomers frame a bottom to be spanked, and which in turn frames the pussy on view…

 

Of course, a naughty bottom needs a few cane stripes, and if a maid deserves it, she gets it!

 

I very much like how the bloomers slid down slowly when Samantha was in this position, almost like a silent invitation to punish her…

Here is a little sequence played by Samantha, of a maid going over the stool for the first time

“Go to the stool Samantha.”

“Bend over.”

“Dress and petticoats up girl!”

She turns, trembling.

“Hold your position for six of the birch. Do not move! If you do, we will start again!”

‘Yes Master.”

And now you have met my two maids. Rather nice are they not!

Much more to follow, pop back often.

There is something delightfully erotic about a naughty maid, neatly turned out in her fine starched uniform, a good God fearing young woman in a time when they were taught to respect their elders and betters, and corporal punishment was normal.

I know my version is a fantasy version, and in real historic times, things were hard. But here, I love to see the mass of uniform with its aprons, mop caps, and petticoats etc lifted to reveal a beautiful Victorian rump, for spanking!

And my dear friends, I do!

When I spank a girl in these outfits (all made in Edinburgh by a seamstress, to original drawings, even the bloomers) I escape this world. The only thing in my whole world right then is the delicious bottom bared for one reason…

A SPANKING

I am back in time, I am a Master with a naughty maid. It is so real! I love it!

So let’s go and look at the bottoms….. Rumps! We must call them rumps in this section! Some spanked, some ready for spanking. You will find my other girls in similar attire in my stories too, but for now, let’s feast our eyes on the naughty rumps of Samantha and Kate…

What a beautiful look
I love a winking eye!
All on show for Master!
Looking worried
Higher girl! Higher!!
Please Sir, spank me

The beautiful winking eye of Kate…waiting…

Waiting for starters orders
Up high and ready
Waiting on Neddy
Keep still
Bottom presented well
Ready to gallop
Bend over
The bloomers open
Push out dear!
Ready and bared
Ripe for spanking!
Hold it there for me
What a beautiful target
Ohhhh, the shape!
You are a naughty maid
Spanking profile

I love the tuft of hair!



FLICKERING IMAGE – a spanking time machine…

This will be a huge section, and I hope, never end, as my search for new items goes on and on…

…welcome to my Flickering Images of Spanking, enjoy! Our grand and glorious spanking time machine!

All aboard for a wonderful spanking history tour….

Our first landing, in a grand old theatre foyer. Mummy has found out that her daughter and niece have decided to take an afternoon off school to go to a matinee. She is stood in wait, and before the laughing and jeering crowd of theatre goers she bares their bottoms for a spanking. Maybe lots of smacks all the way home with the added threat of ‘Just you wait until Daddy finds out!”

A factory near Norwich is our next stop…

Testing canes ready for shipment to various schools. I remember each teacher at my school had their own. She must think of caned bottoms a hundred times a day!

We get back on our grand old mahogany and brass machine, it chugs away to our next destination…

I love the idea of a victorian maid spanking her Mistress. The relationship between maid and Mistress has been widely explored, and without doubt, it must have happened, quite a lot I think. All those quiet moments together.

To prove it We land in a boudoir one minute she is combing her Mistresses hair, and then a few minutes later, she is punishing her.

We listen to the sounds of smacks and squeals as we drift away. Soon we will be able to stop longer, these controls are quite complex!

It is time for our first sleep, we pull one of the photos of the maroon walls, and sit together over tea as we talk of her…

Vintage Domme – No 1…

Here is Lily Elsie  ready for her next client…could it be one of you maybe?

In my mind my companions are my girls. Samantha, Charlotte, Kate, Lucy and Claudia. You must know them by now, if not, browse my site, get to know them and come back…

We all sleep, and I make us breakfast. We arrive in London, 1961.

Imagine the shock when we open the door, the girls all dress in swinging sixties attire, find themselves in a protest march. Kate shouts, “Look over there, that ‘Bobby’ is spanking a girl!

The look on the Police Seargeant’s face when he recognised his daughter in the protest! “Take her out of the way and give her a damn good spanking, then take her home to her Mummy and let her know the cane is coming out when I get there!”

Samantha wants to follow her home to see, we all do, but as yet, we do not know how to!

Off we go again, not many years, it is 1952

I saw a girl get spanked in my local park when I was young! 

It was very much like this. I hoped her Mummy would pull her knickers down, but she didn’t!

Imagine the scene as people pass, some stopping to look and gloat. Other children making fun of her as the crisp smacks land on her bottom and Mummy scolds the naughty girl, bottom up for all to see! We stand and watch. Obviously nobody can see us, so we get up close and listen to every word.

Annoyingly things begin to fade, we dash back to our transport through the ages and jump on.

It s as if it had listened to Samantha, we were back in the 1960’s

…the local Bobby often took a naughty girl home who had been caught doing something she shouldn’t, with a threat of prosecution. The alternative was a spanking, either to be meted out by the parents as he watched until satisfied the crime had been paid for; or by himself for the less able.

Our Bobby (policeman) was known as Bobby Harrison, he knew everybody, and everyone knew him. Very often if caught scrumping he would clip you around the ear and that would be it. But if you saw him leading a girl by the scruff of the i neck, we would shout…”you will be getting the black glove!”

He always spanked with his glove on!

We watched. Lucy wanted to be the girl and asked if I could get a uniform! We all laughed. What a jolly trip this is going to be.

Vintage Bondage No 1

Rather wonderful isn’t it? We all had our supper sat at our vintage table, the oil lamp flickering away as we talked about it. That night in bed I could hear the girls masturbating, I joined them and did the same.

 

Next morning we were in Oxford, outside a school. We have no idea what had occurred, but a girl was being caned on the school steps!


 

This next one is like a photo like I might take. Spanking was accepted in these times, again 1960’s and office discipline in some places took place. It was no surprise to me, to find ourselves in an old engineering factory drawing office. A girl tracer had messed up and the office manager was attending to the matter. Kate said she wanted a job there, the others agreed! Not Claudia, or Samantha, they wanted to be the office managers!

Then we arrived in an interview room, I remembered the event well, and told the girls of it…

I love this one, just for the strictness in their faces! Remember the 1970’s t.v. Interview about the feather duster? Something like….’the cane was banned, so we use a feather duster now, well of course, if you turn it around it is a cane!

I am not sure of their names, but I think they had a brother called Murphy.

Sisters of Murphy….chuckle.

….on to the next after that attempt at a joke!

The abolishment of the cane, was supported by many and made lots of girls organise a protest. I agree that the idea of measuring the length of a skirt is a bit harsh, but rules are rules girls. Some girls went too far and risked being very naughty, but we’re soon sorted! 

We all arrived at Saint Helena High School for Girls.

Look at these naughty girls….some forgot that it did not come into force immediately and ended up like this girl. We walked around the school and heard raised voices, and dashed to see a naughty girl protester getting her come uppance!

Another day done, we all settled down for another look at a picture or two…

Vintage Bondage – No2

I could just pull those down and spank her, couldn’t you?

The idea of a public spanking always appeals to me, does it to you? How sexy, to be a witness with a good view.

The next day found us witnessing one! We all pushed into a Victorian Classroom….

Before the class is bad enough for the spankee, but before the world’s press, that is amazing!

It was a real day to remember! After being in Victorian England, we zoomed away to 1940’s Hollywood!

We all agreed there was time for another, and pressed the select button to fly off again…maybe a daughter or a girl in service. And then straight after a man dealing with his unruly wife!

We all agreed this chap has a wife with a lovely fine rump to keep in line, and watched her get some much needed discipline!

Another we all shouted, and it was back to Victorian England…

It doesn’t really matter who they are does it? All we wanted to see was a naughty shapely bottom get a good spanking with lots of protests and wriggling. It is just so lovely to see a haughty, stroppy young woman get her just deserts!

It was time for sleep. I heard the girls join each other. I listened to smacks, and moans. Then slept soundly…

Lets go back in time again we all said eagerly at breakfast, we went to a sensual situation.

To see this girl, back in the late 1800’s reading her spanking novels, probably illustrated by the fabulous Malteste, Herric, Wighead or similar. Laid on her tummy, her husband, playing her Master, says. “Put the cane by you, keep bobbing up and down like you do on your pussy, when you get to your favourite part and you go faster and faster, say ‘now’ and I will cane your bottom!”

She thrusts her growing hard and fast, pushes the book to one side and says “Now!”

She takes it well, he puts cane back and begins to masturbate as he watches her, and listens to her moans…

And on their deliciously naughty life goes on. How happy for like minded spanking orientated people to meet. We all masturbated together as we watched, and for the first time, we managed to stay.

The next night, another book, another favourite scene…

We spent the whole day on that house, looking at another life, and another time. That night it felt calm, how happy we all were as we sat with hot chocolate, relaxed in our company, looking at another picture off the wall.

Vintage Bondage – No 3

What wonderful apparatus. I love having a woman restrained, either for me to spank or watch another woman do it to her.

Shall we have another public spanking? Well, caning. I had been experimenting with the controls, and typed on the old type writer. Off we went…

[I have been asked to keep the location and names secret by the descendants].

Because this is a real ‘finishing school’ public caning.

You can sense the tension as the first stroke approaches can’t you.

A real naughty girl.

A real punishment! Perfect. We all stood in the sunlight to witness a thrashing.

Once again we managed to stay.

“Let’s go to a dormitory tonight.” Suggested Charlotte ( Paris )

We spanking devotees love a dormitory spanking. One of these girls is soon to be over the edge of the bed, bottom bare, getting spanked as all the others watch. Friends will sympathise, rivals will laugh.

Goood idea Charlotte! We all agreed, and stopped to witness more girls being kept in line.


She looks a strict merciless Matron,  “I think she is looking at the girl second up on the left.” Said Charlotte, and she was right! What a glorious spanking she got!

Come on, follow me! We are off to the theatre. Jump into our time carriage!

This exotic dancer has let the troop down, and the lady in charge will not stand for it…

“Do that again young lady and this will take place on stage, before the audience!”

Sounds like a scene form my Victorian Theatre story, ‘The Inveigle’ doesn’t it!

We came back there,  the next day she is a strict Theatre owner, and does it often. She did the same with another girl last week and every week we found…

The girls loved walking around the theatre, I enjoyed the changing rooms and all the bloomers. Between you and me, I masturbated watching them change.

 

That night we had wam scones as we looked at more photos.

 

Vintage Dommes –  No 2

Isn’t she fabulous? Just right to make my girls crawl to when they have been naughty! The girls agreed they would love to sub,it to her, but that whip looked an title harsh

Maids!

As you must know by now, I love maids, especially naughty ones!

This one overslept, again! I am guessing she awoke wth quite a shock when The Housekeeper pulled back the covers and thrashed her bottom!

We were there to witness it the next morning after a lovely fry up before our journey…

Mind you, it was a fabulous job for a girl who liked to be spanked, like my dear Lucy. Here is the same girl at night time, remembering it, getting ready to masturbate. Little did she know she had us for an audience!

I am sure you have heard of Mrs Walters from Bristol who kept a house if correction for wayward girls. An expert with the birch. I am writing a story of her…out soon.

This is her… Claudia loved it here.

So too is this, not the best quality though…sorry.

We stayed at the school for two days and saw four spankings, you can read of them in my story.

Bloody hell! Look at this woman!

We zoomed…well chugged sedately, over to France.

“Strewth, I don’t think there would be much point in asking her not to spank you too hard!” I said, the girls found my comment amusing.

Flagellation Brothels, for women seeking women,  were very common in the late 1800’s, see my research in ‘The Inveigle’.

I am sure this is a French picture of one. Photographers went to take photos I read once.

And so our journey continued, day after Rosey bottom day…

Corner Time, what is there not to like about corner time? It does not have to be a corner of course, anywhere will do. It is just a place to put someone after their punishment.

Like this young lady sent home from school with a letter of her disgrace. She was spanked at the gate, and has now been made to stand their as the other young ladies from the finishing school walk by on their way home.

We stood and listened to her humiliation. Samantha in particular loved it all.


‘Let’s walk by together you and I’ she said to Claudia, …”and give her a couple of smacks each, just to amuse the other girls”. If she makes a fuss, her Mummy will come back out and give her some more!

We were in spanking heaven, gently drifting through history. And it looked like going on forever.

Once more we sat for supper and looked at our collection.

Vintage Bondage – No 4

From the Ostra Biederer Studios. Always very inventive and original. You can see much much much more of their work n my BORS section.

Lets all pay homage to the ‘Saint Helena Finishing School for Wayward Girls’ and it’s fine uniform. Their days out were famous, always a spanking or two, or three…or…or…more!

The girls all want a uniform now!

That night we spent a lovely time looking at more photos and together put a story to this one.

It doesn’t really have to be a spanking, just the pose with a naughty girl element is enough! Look at this 60’s ‘mod girl’ in her hippy hat!

Surely it portrays a naughty girl caught smoking and who is made to smoke a cigarette all the way from tip to the stub as she is spanked.

Or is it just my dirty spanking mind!

…lol probably! Fits the scene though.

We put the information into the machine and went to the shoot, we were right! Was the time machine influencing us, or us it!

But nothing beats a spanking does it? Even in the movies like this still…

We looked at a lot  of photos before bed, it was becoming quite a habit, all suggesting various scenarios.

Here is the youth club I used to go to! I loved playing with the table tennis bats! I typed in the address and we went to see a young me! 

The King of spanking, good old Elvis! He seems to be enjoying himself, perhaps she spilt something on his blue suade shoes! I said to the girls, “This machine is for us all, who would you like to see?”

Charlotte suggested Elvis because her Mum loves him.

He’s got it alright, they all swooned and wanted a turn!

Here is my Great Great Grandad, a photo from the family album. Having a lovely time isn’t he? It is nice to know where my spanking genes came from.

I put Asa Jones 1st in, and we all went to see him!

Kate suggested a birthday spanking in old America next.

Everyone seems happy about it. Except the spankee, I suspect someone is doing it a bit hard.

The spankee does not want to make a fuss, and the old lady knows it!

 

Another night found me showing the girls an old catalogue from my collection. I put it all in the time machine before we set off. In case we got bored one day….I doubt that will ever happen on this trip!

Vintage Domme – No 3      Yva Richard

Along with Diana Slip she was one of the main purveyors of bondage wear in  late 1800’s Paris.

Many of the Ostra, Biederer photos used their products. They were attributed the honour of being the introducer ofthe ‘Achilles Boot’

Think ‘killer heels’…

Here is a shop window with them on display.

Here is Olga modelling them for you…

Talking of Olga, she is Vintage Domme No 4

She was one of the main Ostra Studio models. It was lovely watching the girls pick I ahi are outfits from the catalogue. Probably because they were all on all fours in a group!

Back to another lovely spanking scene…

We set he controls to random and found two girls in Chicago having fun spanking each other in turn. If only they knew we were all watching!

I think the idea of a Domme sub relation ship quite beautiful, so whilst in Chicago we followed some directions the machine had given us and drifted in to witness one…

“Please Mistress, punish my naughty bottom, give me many stripes.”

“Of course my dear, beg me again, and again, and I will.”

Just think, people are passing by,  just the thickness of a pane of glass away. It makes you think what has happened behind all those windows you have walked or driven by in life doesn’t it?

That night back in our time machine Samantha picked the picture. “These two pictures are very sexy. Spanking does not have to be taking place. Just a girl suggesting it is enough isn’t it? Knowing it is vintage, makes it seem just that bit naughtier.” She said to us.

We agreed.

It was Lucy who took a turn to write a comment on the old typewriter. I am not sure what she wrote, but…

Look at these! I have caned two girls like that, one on top after the other. They said that the shock waves from the other were thrilling!

Imagine Doing it to these, I think they are stunningly jaw dropping!

Pass me my crop……quick!

I picked one up and whacked away! That was the day we found out we could interact some times. Of course, they all want a go now!

Our delightful spanking adventure drifted on and on, all of us getting to know each other more and more. Spankings were common place, some days we never left the machine.

On our next trip Claudia said “I love the way the lady spanking is sat on a table, to get a better swing! I love the kicking leg too, always a good sign that you are ‘hitting the mark’.”

That night Kate and Claudia acted it out. Lucy was jealous, so Cladia did it to her too!

Ohhhh what a delightful old photo this is. It just shows that spanking has been in the minds of people like us forever! I wonder who took this, and what was said just before? What led up to it! What was said afterwards?

We’ll never know, just another spanking frozen in time… Is what most people would say.

But not us, we put the info written on the photo I to the type writer, it told us that the naughty girl had borrowed her flat mates shoes without asking!

Now this naughty schoolgirl is being very naughty! I suspect showing her underwear to her boyfriend for this photo.

“I bet her knickers didn’t stop up long after this shot, and I do not mean for a spanking!” Said Charlotte.

…although she should get one! “Excuse me, young lady, what do naughty girls get?”

“Spankings Sir.”

“Are you being naughty? I think you are young lady.”

“Awwww….yes Sir.”

“So??”

“I will take my knickers down and bend over Sir.”

We stayed by the lake to see her get spanked and lose her virginity.

Claudia picked our next random visit.

She spoke to the lady spanking.

“This is very nice Miss, and may I say that you look determined and have a great spanking face. However, may I suggest that you lift her dress, and lower her drawers. A little humiliation helps the spanking to stay in her mind longer.”

“Oh thank you Ma’am, I will.” She replied!

Yes, we found out that we could communicate! Not like a conversation, but by thought. 

“I think. that is why the spankee is looking at us like that, to say thank you for our contribution!” Said Claudia.

Charlotte tried it next! “Oi!!! You!!! Get back here! It is no good trying to creep of this page, get those French knickers down, crawl to me and ask for a spanking!”

She crawled back and self Spanker!

Lucy suggested typing in one of my story names to see if I had somehow picked up on historical events.

“Crikey! The masked spanking marauders strike again, with a birch and a martinet. I must say, you have picked  a lovely bottom to leave your mark on. Is it a letter ‘Z’ like Zorro used to leave?” Asked Lucy.

“No, it is lots and lots of crossing over lines.”

“Hmmmm….good choice! Carry on girls!”

So more and more we offered a little input.

At first sight we thought she was using a carpet beater! But it is just a picture on the wall, she is using a birch.

I have made a few birch floggers, and enjoy using them. I suggest fast and furious to get the cheeks ablaze. We all enjoyed this little trip back in time. To see a real birching.

I have a bench just like this!

This is realistic isn’t it. The person who sent it said it was, but the shadows look like studio lighting so am not so sure.

But their room could have lots of table lights, and the flash could be reflecting. So let’s keep to that version…

A real spanking? Let’s find out…

Samantha and Claudia put the details into the type writer and there we were! Yes…definitely real! It is her daughter in law, who she found out was cheating on her son!

 

Another cosy night…

Vintage Bondage – No 6

A well known piece of apparatus…

A thought for you…

We all have these urges to do things, and our brain tells us what good ideas they are at the time. I bet she thought the same….chuckle.

Lucy was laughing as she typed the next instruction, so we’re we a few minutes later!

I think she now realises it was not such a good idea to play out in reality!

I think this is the oldest photo I have come across. I bet the gardener thought that outdoor lessons were a really good idea! I bet he is behind the bushes masturbating like crazy! We found it was in 1876, and watched it all take place.

Our enthusiasm grew every day, each journey just as exciting, our passion for spanking growing. We went on another random trip to find that a Mummy has gone away to relatives for a few days and has told her oldest daughter to keep an eye on her younger sisters.

i think she is doing a great job and seems to be enjoying her role.

Then we flew back in time again…

These knickers are so bottom hugging, they almost don’t need pulling down.

“….almost!” Said Samantha laughing!


“I wish ‘The Inveigle’ was real I said one night as I was reading the story to the madturbating girls.

Next day they looked very proud as we arrived there! They had found it! It seems I am picking up vibes from the spanking past!

This is a little game they play at ‘The Inveigle’, always in open back bloomers. You see, the winner spanks the loser, bent over the table.

It appears it is a very popular game and you have to wait ages for a table.

I wonder if it is a spectator sport? Shall we go and see?

We found out it was, and drinking champagne we sat to watch game after game together. How nice of the girls to take me.

 

Surely this is the girl from up there, who was sat on the table!

What a lovely bottom to spank, don’t you think so? She must have lost!

Another night, four girls spanked, photos taken for all you to drool over in a couple of days back home was next.

Off to the shops to stock up with food, and watch the girls bottoms wiggle as they push the trolleys and bend over for things. Then back n to our trusty spanking time traveller and off we went. The brass knobs all set for

…random!

We found ourselves in a park again. We could hear an irate Daddy!

“Why can’t you four just go to the park like other girls and play nicely! Right, all of you, bend over and bare those bottoms! I think evey girl in the park will come over to see what the noise is. And it will just serve you right! Afterwards you can all bend over the other way round as they make fun of your red sore bottoms!”

We all positioned ourselves in the dappled shade of the horse chestnut trees and watched four naughty bottoms spanked to rise red, and then see them cry as they were mocked!

Claudia said she wanted to go back and watch Mrs Walters, so we put her name in and off we set.

Just in time.

“Two lovely bottoms all ready for a good spanking. Fancy helping her?” I asked. 

“I have lots of implements, take your pick.” Said Mrs Walters. Both Claudia and Samantha had a blast!

Claudia and Samantha were then treated to afternoon tea by two tearful girls, under strict supervision.

I love the diaper position as the Americans call it. I got a photo out and watched as Claudia and Samantha did it to all three girls before bed.

In the morning Lucy fancied going to school and typed in the word school.

Here is a row of naughty girls just about to bare there bottoms in a row, ready for a spanking on the school stage, before the school, for messing about during a school play!

Well done Lucy! We all really enjoyed the show, sat in the front row!

I like to keep my girls nice and trim, so it is time for some exercise!

I typed ‘vintage gym’ into the type writer, took out the paper and popped it into the adventure slot.

I encouraged them to keep going at a pace with some very important gym equipment…

With my Size 13 Plimsol!

This simply is not good enough girls!

Samantha, Paris, pull your legs up to the diaper position!

Lucy, Kate, bring your legs down!

I am pulling all your navy blue knickers down and giving each cheek, not bottom!! Six with my trusty plimsol!!

Afterwards I send them for a shower.

Then, next day….

they said…. “Please take us to the gym again Mr Jones!”

Well, being the obliging gentleman I am, off we went!

Good grief!! I thought yesterday was a shambles, right!!! All of you, naked …now! Hands on the floor, knees on the stools. It’s the cane for you all!

The keep fit for spanking campaign grew, they all loved being together and exercising. Although occasionally I found some hanging around and had to spank them!

I introduced cycling for them too, which was quite eventful and unusual, to say the least.

The seats needed a lot of polishing, they always came back to the bike shed, around the back of the time machine a little sticky. I never did figure out why.

After all the exercise, I decided some relaxation would be good, so I took them to an opium den! We went to China Town in New York, it was 1929.

I don’t the girls will ever remember going!

Anyway…back to spanking!

I let them recover for a day as I posted some photos for you.

They ate a light breakfast and off we went on a mystery tour…

Two girls have been caught scrumping! Time to make four rosey red apples, using their bare bottom cheeks! Said the orchard manager. How we loved the outdoor spanking on a warm summers day. We had a picnic afterwards, I had packed a quiche, and strawberries and cream for afters. 

The he girls loved it and sunbathed naked. I watched, and…er…well, you can guess! 

I set the machine to 1966, “Come on England!” We won the World Cup that year!

Having been a teenager in the sixties, mini skirts, frilly knickers and beehive hair-do’s were a familiar sight. I still get a buzz from that era, I had a scooter and was a mod. Look at this group of beehive bunnies getting into a spanking scene.

All the girls now want a beehive!


We heard them say they worked together as typists, their conversation somehow got around to spanking. They decided to meet somewhere privat to talk more and one thing led to another!

Another picnic as we watched!

That night we drank beer and wine and talked of television spankings. So the next morning I typed in T.V. spanking…

What a surprise!

We came across this t.v. game show, have a study of it….it has an automated spanking paddle, where I presume the loser of a competition of some sort has to bravely position herself! Maybe the winner sets it off. Look at the arrow on the game show counter, is that signifying the number of smacks?

We stayed for a game, Lucy lost and the girls set it to 50!

As a young man attending the local technical college, I had been to the pub for lunch and a game of poker with some mates. On the way back, down a rough area of town, through some old ‘back of the houses passage ways’ and behind a factory, I came across of bunch of women screaming and shouting. Two factory workers from the Trebor Sweet Factory were having a real good fight! 

I told the girls of it and put in the information…

I stopped to watch, because it was near the end, one girl was straddled the crying vanquished. The older women baying for more shouted ‘Rip her knickers off!’ And she did!

I saw everything.

The same old women shouted to me, “I bet yer enjoyed that duck, didn’t ya!”

I agreed, enthusiastically! Then added, “I should give her bottom a few smacks!” 

She did….honestly, she did. Such cheers went up and they were so hard! The poor girl must have been really pleased that I came. I wonder if she got her knickers back? The winner threw them to the old women you see.

so….Fighting!

Lets watch a girl fight…

Oh I say! One has a clothes brush, and the other a riding crop. I wonder what they are fighting about?

It looks like they are in a student bedsit, so maybe rent, one doing more than their fair share of cooking, or cleaning? Maybe a boyfriend dispute? Who knows…who cares? Let’s watch some more!

It seems evenly matched doesn’t it? Who will win? Let’s see..

Looks like the long haired girl. The girls loved watching so we went to some more from the sixties here, this really does remind me of the one I witnessed, but they had more clothes on…shame!

 

I live in Derbyshire and we are prone to snow, the highest village in ENGLAND is not ever so far from me! It is snowing outside the time machine as I write this.

I suppose I ought to tell Kate to come in soon. But she was soooo naughty! Another ten minutes then I will fetch her in and spank her cold bottom, that will warm her up!

These next photos are reputedly to have been taken at a French Finishing School’s summer picnic. It seems the girls were split into groups and sent off to gather wild flowers and suchlike whilst the staff prepared a rather grand outdoor meal. The idea being to use the schools latest equipment, a camera and plates, to record the events.

I had read about it many times, so told the  girls the story. Off we went the very next day!

Miss LeVante, the owner of the Marseille establishment had set herself up a dark room in the school and was to do regular magic lantern style shows for the girls.

One group did not come back at the allotted time, and thinking something like ‘picnic at hanging rock’ might have happened, her and her deputy, Miss Waitnhrop from Camebridge went off to find them, taking camera and tripod, carried by the Head Girl, and Senior Prefect. “If anything untoward has happened to my girls, I want to record what we find! As evidence! See how useful our modern addition caould prove to be!”

Two more teachers were left with the rest of the worried girls, it seems five fainted in some kind of panic.

Unfotunately the girls had just lost track of time and had no idea they were 45 minutes overdue. They were caught playing with each other’s private parts! Yes! Really!!

…so the event was indeed captured on film, they all got a bare bottom switching from the ladies as the two fellow pupils recorded it on plates.

It seems the lantern show took place, where the girls all received six of the best with a heavy martinet, on the bare, before the whole school.

I have posted the only two surviving photos, some detail stands out better in each colour. ( update…I have found another, will put it here soon)

Just imagine the sounds in the tranquil forest on that summers day. As the girls were all spanked. Imagine too the night of their humiliation, shame and second punishment.

We took a little rest for a day.

Let’s pause a while, and just look at the glory of the female bottom either in or out of lingerie, it is such a beautiful thing to admire…and spank! I got my camera out and asked the girls to duplicate these poses for me…

 

 

The Victorians were rather good at lingerie/rump photographs, so I have included a few of those too.


 

 

 

Nice aren’t they? But my girls look better!

We decided to go to hospital. Samantha it seems is rather fond of masturbating to naughty nurse scenarios in her head. Off we went!

Naughty Nurses…

Naughty nurses are an interesting theme. I have read many accounts. I can’t see the point of being skeptical, out of the many stories some must be true. My glass is always half full, the sun will come out soon, all will be okay. Why spend life under a dark cloud?

From all the accounts I have read, this seems the most plausible.

…it is 1958… We went for a look and found it to be authentic….

A trainee nurse goes for her yearly appraisal at St.Hughs, and sits before the Matron. It is not a good report.

“Hmmmm, this is not good. It is time for you to make a choice. Do you know what I am alluding to?”

“The spankings I guess.”

“Yes, it will not be unbearable, but it will hurt and you will be embarrassed. You do not have to agree. I can write ‘unsatisfactory’ on your report and describe why. It will be on your record. Or, you can agree to go over my knee. It will be over in ten minutes, and your record will be clean. It is up to you. It has gone one here for years, everyone knows of it. It happens in all training hospitals. You will be sniggered at, people will know. But in a year or twos time, you will walk by my office and hear slaps and a squealing girl and smile. It is up to you.”

She agrees, blushing profusely. Such is the manner of a naughty girl.

The Matron lifts her uniform, and swiftly pulls down her panties.

“What!?!? On my bare bottom?”

She hears giggles, people are listening at the door. 

A crisp hard spanking begins, the girl kicks and squeals.

Matron loves the experience, she has a lovely bottom to spank. She giggles as she hears the laughter, but all the girl can do is wriggle and squeal.

 

The next ten minutes became engrained on the young girls mind and bottom. She knew that the news would be spreading like the fire in her bottom.

When she got back to the ward, walking stifly, Doctors, other nurses and patients would know. Every time she rubbed her bottom they would giggle….but her record was clean.

Training at St.Hughs would carry on as before.

She was looking forward to next year already, and watching a blushing first year walk stifly down the ward! And she decided that one day she wanted to be a Matron.

What a tool spanking is! So effective, and it is free on the N.H.S.

“Oh good grief! The girls all want nurses outfits now!”

When a naughty girl had been punished, it was quite common for her to be sent home with a note, two things could follow of course, she risked not showing it, or not. If she didn’t the chances are that on parents evening the teacher, or Head of Year would ask the parent if they received it.

So, with an already punished, maybe welted bottom, the journey home would be to say the least, forlorn.

Charlotte loves this fantasy, so she set the time machine, off we goooooo!

This girl was told to stand in disgrace while she waited for Daddy to come home…

Imagine how that feels, especially when she hears the car stop, the gate open, the door open and raised voices….”What? Right, where is my slipper!”

This girl did not have to wait, it was the cane straight away and then sent to her room. She too would have to wait for Daddy.

 

Let’s go back to vintage bondage shall we. In particular the Saint Andrews Cross, and punishment frames. I have a lovely one….a black cross. The change in a girl when tied to it is amazing,  so sexy and sensual. Look at this vintage spanking chamber, kinda scary isn’t it? Imgine walking in and seeing that collection facing you, it almost looks official, like a birching station in a police station.

Lucy is a big fan of the cross, so she arranged the next interesting spanking day…

I jut want to add…yes, over the years I have used canes, birches, tawses etc hundreds of times, sometimes at my full force. But always with the blessing of the spankee. Usually a safe word, but not always. Some visitors to my studio specifically say …”No safe word Mr Jones, punish me to your satisfaction.” And sometimes it has been no harder than patting a puppy!

Vintage Bondage Number 8…

A set depicting the use of frames, especially the St.Andrews Cross. Lucy was thrilled to see these for real!


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Lets see a frame in use by a Victorian Domme, what a photo! I wonder where and when. They do not have to be a cross, an ‘a frame’ is good too. Or two back to back, a girl on each, even better.

I have a man working on one!

Nuns seem a popular Victorian spanking fetish addition! Often with a cross, symbolic maybe, but not the Christian symbol, always a St. Andrews. I have a photo in my collection of a girl tied to a Christian symbol type cross, and a Victorian Domme. But I don’t like it, it upsets me a bit. Must be my Sunday School upbringing.

Samantha is going to be a Nun for me soon.

Look at this naughty Nun, playing with a sinners pussy! She looks at you and says… “Not for pleasure! Oh no, she was a whore and addicted to the sins of the flesh. We are withdrawing her from her addiction slowly. I birch her bottom afterwards.”

Yeah…right!

Have you seen the pictures of my girls in their nun’s attire? Very sexy!

Here are a few more cross photographs. Quite a nice selection for you…

I have never used my cross like this next picture, but am going to, it looks exciting!

Lucy!…Lucy!! Come here, I want to try something! She Spent the night like this.

We set the machine to random again…

Nobody can see us when we land, just us can browse a scene like haunting ghosts, come on girls in, type in spank and let’s go on another ‘historical spanking mystery tour’ together, let’s watch and listen…let’s see where it takes us!

Oh here we are at a house in the early 1900’s …”I have warned you time after time young lady! It is time you got my belt across your bottom! You will never disgrace me like that again!”

whack, whack, whack……”owwwww ohhhh I’m sorry Daddy!! I’m sorry! Owwww ooooh owwwwww!”

Oh I enjoyed that did you girls?

….hold tight! Here we go again! woooosh…

Oh look we are in the caning and birching room of a local police station! It seems sentence was passed this morning, twelve with the cane by the sergeant, a well built man, and twenty four with the birch to follow, administered by the woman she stole the silver from. A repeat offender, not at all poor either it seems! Oh wow, let’s get close for this one. She has a nice bottom too.

I went to Fort Wiiliam once, they had the birching table in their old museum, which was the old police station, so it all looks very real.

Who is this walking in? Oh, it is the local magistrate, it’s time to begin. We watch the thrashing and leave quietly. It was judicial and harsh. As expected. 

Come on, let’s climb back in, imagine it like a Jules Verne invention, all brass, mahogany and steam!

We land in a cold miserable room of a Victorian Ladies Finishing School.

A young woman is bent over a single desk, bare bottom on display. We watch as she twitches nervously every time a noise is in the corridor.

 

Five minutes go by and we begin to feel quite cold, the poor girl is not just trembling from fear. The door opens, the girl pushes her bottom up high., as a severe looking woman in her early sixties walks in, her hair in a tight bun. “I think ten minutes contemplation about telling untruths is enough! It was misguided loyalty. Your friend has just received a severe caning on the bare, and sends her apologies for making you give her an alibi. I told her you were getting two dozen with the slipper, and she volunteered to take it for you. I gave her a firm dozen on top of her caning!”

We look at her hand holding the largest leather soled slipper we have ever soon. The sole is shiny from constant use.

“You are getting the remaining dozen young lady! You will count them out and say thank you for each one!”

“Yes Miss.” Says the now tearful girl.

THWAAAACK!!!… ‘Owwwwwwwwwoooooowwwww! one, thank you Miss”

We watched the whole spanking.

Then we went back to the machine, I don’t know about you, but watching these are getting me very excited. Around our brass beds there are red velvet curtains, with lots of books and pictures. We close them and relieve ourselves of some tension.

We have tea, a cosy chat, I listen to the girls moans and a few smacks behind the curtains before I sleep!

….next morning. I have made breakfast again, let our spanking adventure continue girls. “Come on!”

They joyfully follow me, in a line of five, all arm in arm.

We arrive in a park in suburban Glasgow on a sunny day in 1930. A girl has been caught smoking, and in public at her age, her Mummy who came to look for her spanks her. People stand and stare, to applaud the young mother who has come armed with a long slender strap and is spanking her on a park bench. 

“Well done Madam, they need a firm hand at that age! May I suggest pulling her pants down, that’ll teach her!” Shouts an older man.

The crowd all agree and urge the Mummy on! The knickers are soon whipped down, the girls bottom gets striped and she is marched home with extra whacks along the way, much to the amusement of everyone on the way!

…I think today is going to be a good day! We will have a lot to think about behind those curtains tonight! 

On we go!

Our time machine comes to another halt! We look at each other, having no idea where we might be, or what time in history. “After you girls”.

They open the door.

We are in a brothel, in New York, it is 1938. One of the girls has had a series of complaints from the punters, so the Madam of the house comes to her room to sort her out. “You…smack do not …whack get to pick …thwack which punter ….smack you see! I pay you ….spank smack ..well, very well! So …THWACK…. DO …THWACK THWACK…. YOUR JOB …THWAAAACK!! Owwwwoooooowwwwooow! LIKE ALL THE OTHER GIRLS!

She stands up and leaves, the girl lies on the bed crying rubbing a bright red bottom.

We are quite taken aback, and without saying a word get back in. “Well! I didn’t expect that! Look well if her next client walks in and says he wants to spank her!”

The girls chuckle and off we go to who knows where.

Once again the antiquated machine we are in shudders to a halt, a little like a vintage lift in a department store. You smile at me and point to the door, I go first. “Bloody hell! We are in Downton Abbey!”

…they giggle.

Before us is a wonderful scene in some grand country house. We listen to the goings on, and it seems that after a visit from royalty the Mistress has summoned the downstairs staff to the drawing room. “I have never been so humiliated, the whole shooting  weekend has been a farce! Suitcases in the wrong rooms, cutlery being dropped on the Princesses lap at dinner, the debacle of the missing monocle, three of you not turning up to serve breakfast yesterday because you had got drunk on the left over wine!”

…we stare at each other, mouths open, eyes wide.

“All of you, yes Sykes, that includes you, Housekeeper or not! Are getting the cane, six of the very best each! I will not have it, do you hear! I will not damn well have it!”

Each girl in turn makes their way to a chair, bares her bottom and gets caned. 

The Butler is invited to stay and is asked To hold any girl who struggles!

We go back on board for supper, and discuss the journey, talking over each spanking in turn. What a splendid spanking adventure we are on. 

We sit in a circle and talk well into the night.

“Good Morning!” I greet them with yet another breakfast, a full English. “We need our strength no doubt, I wonder what we will see today?”

[truth is, I have no clue, I have put my collection in a huge file and shuffled them, I have no idea what is coming next! It is a great exercise for my writing and imagination.]

I press the blushing pink button, the antiquated H.G.Wells style machine lurches, and off we go! We wait for it to shudder to a halt, I open the door and wave them through…

We step into a dimly lit Victorian bedroom, or is it a boudoir. There is a young girl with her camisole top up, bloomers undone and wide open. Too well appointed a room for a maid, and there are some nice clothes around. These interest you, you walk around looking at the finery.  I go to the girl, and as if weightless I sit on the bed. Surprisingly I can feel it under me, she has no idea I am sat. I put my hand gently on her bottom, it is warm, soft, and trembling. I can feel it! And she has no idea! I can squeeze it! Can I smack it? I give it a smack, she does not even flinch. How odd! How wonderful!

The girls almost run to my side, and do the same. We smile at each other, this gets better!

We see her flinch, but not because of us, it is because of footfall on the stairs, then the landing and then the door. A beautiful Mistress walks in and speaks French, oh I wish I had paid more attention at school! She produces a martinet and strikes the girls bottom ten times, it stripes with what seems a thousand lines, all rising  before us.

The girl cries out. No words are spoken, the woman leaves. We stand, holding hands, watching the girl sniff and examine her bottom in the mirror. Another unknown part of history.

I hold out my hand, they take it…

We walk back, and settle down for the next trip. 

A beautiful, quite innocent little trip it was too. We walked out of the door onto a balcony, it was 1972, and two girls were on holiday together somewhere.

One of the girls drops a coin, and bends over to pick it up. Her dress rode up, and she lingered.

The other girl smacks her bottom. Instead of objecting, she does just what the girl smacking it hoped for. She pushes her delicate, so far unspanked bottom out and says. “Oh that was nice, do it again.”

There on that balcony we saw her have her knickers pulled down, and gripping the rail get her first ever spanking. Not hard, but enough to send her tender bottom crimson. The other girl put her hand between her legs, and rubbed her to orgasm, asking her to say she was a naughty girl.

We decided that they would be very happy together, and left them to it.

After a little refreshment we decide to continue on our erotic spanking journey in time, and out we stroll into an English summer scene, it seems like the inter war years, the smell of freshly cut hay is wonderful.

Samantha sneezes!

We hear smacks! And little giggles, very very close. We walk around a haystack to find two naughty naked girls spanking each other in turn.

We watch as first one, and then the other spanks and gets spanked.

Then they lay on their back, and both masturbate as we watch.

I look at Lucy…”I like being invisible to them, don’t you?”

” Yes. A lot!”

It is late evening, we make tea and eat it in the hay field, then return to our crazy machine to sleep. I start adjusting the controls. “What are you doing?”  They ask.

“Well, there are a few spankings in history I know of, and a certain duel too!”

“A duel?”

“Yes, two women, bare chested!” I grin.

We retire, and when morning comes we set off for the duel. It is early morning, we can hear the posh voices of Ladies. Quite a hullabaloo! Soon followed by a clash of blades!

 

Over the years it has been portrayed romantically, as you can see here…

 

One was Princess Pauline, the other a Countess Anastasia, it seems one sustained a cut nose, the other a cut arm, and it all ended quite respectably.

Why did they fight?

Funny really! A flower arrangement!

Why bare?

Because most deaths from duels was by sepsis, due to a small piece ofcloth being dragged into th wound.

Was sword play common between women, ….yes, ….duels? No, but we’re heard of.

Here they are, it was worth coming to see them!

Yes, these acre the real ones!

But….after the sword fight, the loser had a forfeit to pay! The winner, spanked the loser!

It seems they became very close, and rumors of a lesbian affair was rife.

And so, after mixing with Royalty and witnessing a much documented scandal, we went a gentle stroll through beautiful Austrian scenery back to our time machine, and talked more of spanking.

They ask me what tomorrow will bring. I reply that it is a magical spanking mystery tour again, and set the machine to random spankings in history.

…The next day bought a bit of a dark cloud, we landed in France, just after the end of the war. I remember when I saved these photos years ago, I felt a little uneasy looking at them.

Collaborators, the girls who had been with the enemy were made to pay.

I am not going to dwell, the sight of women having their hair cut off and daubed in tar upsets me a bit to be honest. They deserved something, fraternizing with the enemy is not good, to say the least! But love and war are strange things, and some just did it for money, not for love, so yes, they needed punishing. 

If you read about it, you soon discover that in every area of France, girls found guilty were spanked on the bare bottom, very often naked, on the Town Hall steps, or in the market place, often on a hastily constructed staging. Before huge cheering laughing crowds. In many cases they were forced to walk from prison, naked, to the spanking place. 

That should have sufficed in my opinion.

Arrested…


The walk of shame…

The spankings…

 

We did not stay after the spanking, it was not our cup of tea, the tar was ready and a huge laughing woman came with some rusty sheep shears. But we understood the need of the people, so left them to it. Let’s hope the time machine takes us somewhere sexy tomorrow!

Another sexy night talking spanking and satisfying our needs was spent, we had bacon sandwiches for breakfast and off we went again. To land here.

We were back at Mrs Walters establishment, Cladia and Samantha were delighted, she was just spanking two of her girls at the finishing school. We looked at each other and smiled. This was much more to our taste! They joined in and the rest of us watched.

we set the machine to random and flew off again …


We next arrived to find a young housewife over the knee of her father, before her husband and brother. She had not been diligent enough with her household duties. How times have changed. 

It was lovely to witness, but not on the bare.

We got back in the machine and went off to our next mystery spanking.

We landed at a large country house, and drifted through the corridors to land quietly in the  Governess’s room. The young lady of the house was just about to get a birching! What a moment in time to witness. We stayed to watch her plump wholesome rump get a good striping and followed the girl as she went crying, clutching her bottom to her own room. Where she lay on the bed, for ages.

…around two hours later her bottom was not so bad, and we left her.

We thought we would put one more magical spanking tour in before bed time, and we were so glad we did. We ended up on a film set in Hollywood and Bridget Bardot had been acting around. The director spanked her on the bare!

Another nights rest brings us to breakfast and off on another spanking mystery tour, we land in a military establishment where a ‘WREN’ is about to get the cane.

If you search, you can find quite a few accounts of Naval punishments of young ladies. I was reading some older women’s accounts of them only a week ago. Thirty six strokes were allowed, with little mercy too!

Lots of unusual terms like ‘kissing the gunners daughter’ were used. These are all worth reading about. 

But this is not research time, it is time to look at a fine bottom in uniform get a thrashing, and we did.

With her squeals still ringing in our ears, we return to the time machine and zoom…well, chug! Off to our next venue.

The 1930’s…

A ‘Speakeasy’ and last nights nights dancing was a shambles. All the offending girls are led into the dance class and spanked naked before the rest of the troupe in time to music! All the other girls clapping time, as the Dance Mistress whacks  their bottom with her slender walking cane.

A lesson in ‘in time to the beat’

The Dance Mistress kept perfect time, and the noise of each naughty girl’s yelp in time to the music was very arousing.

So where next? Today had been very erotic, I was hard and my companions wet, we both needed attention. “Let’s see one more!” 

They agreed enthusiastically.

 

Oh how lovely, the Board Room of an English Engineering Company in 1957. The Company Secretarey has reported to theManaging Director…again.

We see to each other’s need as we watch the spanking, and them havIng sex afterwards.

And so to bed…

i listen to Samantha and Kate chattering, and Claudia giving Charlotte and Lucy a spanking…I drift to sleep.

Another dawn breaks, and off to another spanking, a domestic one. We find that a teenage daughter has been repeatedly horrid to her young brother and is being spanked on the bare before him!

We all love it, what a start to the days adventure!

Once again we get that feeling that we can be seen, or is it the other side of the girls naughty wish? She looks straight into my eyes, the girls notice and smile at my intense interest.

We hear the sound of bird call, and the wind rustling the leaves in the tall poplar trees as we land again. A garden, somewhere in England 1937. A girl has been caught stealing in a shop and her older sister heard about it. “If I tell Mummy and Daddy you will get it sooooo bad! If you let me do it, I will say nothing.”

The older sister agrees to a switching by her younger sister, how humiliating! She gives her twelve strokes on the bare.

It looks like being a good day today!

Feeling aroused and eager to see what is next, we get back into our time machine, our wonderful….Magical Spanking Time Machine…

 

We land in a 1960’s Headmaster’s Office, a girl has just had six on the bare, and has also been told she is suspended until the end of term. He has rung her parents and Daddy has just walked in, she is crying.

“Those tears won’t save you girl!” He shouts as he removes his belt and grabs her arm, you can come with me to the playground for another dose before the whole school!”

We hear her screaming and begging forgiveness as she is pulled down the corridor, her knickers on one leg flapping about, other girls running behind to see.

We follow too, and watch a real bottom blistering belting on the bare! Before at least a hundred girls….oh dear, she’ll not forget that! Neither will her rivals when she comes back in the new term!

Yet another days travels done. We sleep again, happy in the knowledge that our journey is still young.

We awake in a holiday camp, possibly Butlins at Skegness. This young girl got drunk last night and disgraced the family. Oh my, what a way to start a day, hung over and spanked next to the caravan, for all to see.

I don’t think she will be writing a postcard home to Mummy saying ‘wish you were here.” Her Aunty has just told her she rang home last night and an angry Mummy and Daddy are on their way. She is laughing because she has just delivered a message, …”the size thirteen slipper is on its way too!

“Wherever next?” We ask.

We soon find out, a mid west American School stage in 1910, a young lady  is on stage, bound in position, before the school.  She has just had six from a very strict Gym Mistress and making quite a fuss.

 

She is not a popular girl judging by all the hoots of derision and nasty comments being shouted out. The Headmaster, Mr Jones, has just taken the cane and is walking up to the kicking squealing girl.

“Give it her good and hard Mr Jones.” Shouts a large young girl.

“Oh trust me, I am, twelve of the very very best!”

A huge cheer goes up as he calls for four prefects to come and hold her.

We stay to witness a very severe beating.

We were a little quiet that night, lost in our own thoughts.

Next day, I went to somewhere I have dreamed of going all my life. We went to see Mrs.Beeton.

At the age of only 22, Mrs Beeton wrote a very famous book on Victorian household management, which is still in print today. My mother and mother-in-law both had a copy. She was a remarkable cook, and I grew up on her recipes. Little did I know of her spanking household, until the BBC did a programme on her ‘Secret Life’.

Her husband and publisher, Samuel Orchart Beeton, was the first UK publisher of Uncle Tom’s Cabin and perhaps of more interest to readers here The Englishwoman’s Domestic Magazine.

this is a quote from Damien Black…

The EDM, although considered a wholesome family magazine of the time, did feature extensive accounts and suggestions on the discipline of young women. 

Indeed, so graphic did some of the articles and letters become that even today the respectable magazine is often denounced as “to contain barely disguised episodes of sadomasochistic fantasy in the form of lengthy descriptions and discussions of whipping.”

Here is the type of thing reported in the magazine:

“I am distinctly in favour of the rod, duty, obedience and discipline make for very good, well behaved girls. Even ladies of rank must on occasion be treated like a child and put across the knee. She must make her own arrangements for her punishment, as it is essential that she must loose all sense of power. Failing this the party administering the punishment should always part or lower the girl’s draws as this adds to the feelings of shame.”

As to witnesses, this can be can be held as a threat to ensure that there is no rebellion. However, if one carries out this threat, then have a care who is present to avoid a possible scandal. If done with propriety it serves the lady well to be taken down a peg or two.”

Here are some photos taken for the magazine, showing Mrs Beeton in action.  She hired a photographer and selected some witnesses. She positioned a mirror strategically so that the maid, Roberta could be seen at ‘both ends’

We managed to find a good position…

 

The struggling Roberta was dragged in by Mrs Beeton who promptly bared her bottom, by parting the bloomers.

Mrs Beeton talked all the way through as reports wrote detailed accounts of her every word. Telling of the ‘sit spot’, how to cut down with a rod or birch, and not across. She pointed out that smacking alternate cheeks took the surprise away…’so always do this ladies and gentlemen!”

She varied her slaps, 3,6,4,1 etc etc! Soon the shrieking maid had a crimson bottom.

Her bloomers soon came off.

It was noted by one female observer that Mrs.Beeton had the strength of a man! ‘She hauled her back over her knee after she wriggled off and held her firm for two dozen tremendous smacks, as she told her not to move off her lap again!”.

With her arm around her waist, and the unfortunate girls skirts pulled high, it was soon like a naked spanking! “The girls exposure before witnesses adds much embarrassment, can you see her ‘woman’ as she kicks? This will make her think twice about coming back!”

She pointed out that the window was open, so the rival girls of the house next door could hear! Another reporter said that her screams must have been heard ‘streets away’ and also added that great laughter and uproar could be heard coming from outside!

The spanking was reported to be long, hard and severe. ‘A spectacle to be seen indeed!’

She did displays with the rod and birch, I think I have the photos somewhere, I will try to post them one day. I am not very organised! I need a secretary!

We all agree it was one of our best ever days.

A lovely breakfast was prepared by Kate, and our harmonious arrangement drifted on, none of us tiring of our journey in the slightest, quite the opposite n fact.

As a reward to Kate for a beautiful breakfast, we let her choose. She sat at the vintage typewriter and typed one word…Domestic.

What followed was a delightful day. Quite ordinary, just what we needed after our historic day yesterday.

Four spankings in four vintage homes…

The first was a girl who had been rude to Grandma, getting a traditional over the knee spanking.

The second however was a young woman getting a brutal spanking of her life with a hairbrush.

It seems Mummy had got her a job at the same Department Store as herself three month ago

Today she got the sack for being caught having sex in a store room!

The next one was a girl in a room all alone. We never found out what she had done, we just enjoyed watching her squirm, and then burst into tears as Daddy came in with his belt in his hand to deliver a fast hard dozen.

We all instinctively knew she would take it badly and make ia great fuss.

And we were not wrong!

The last one was wonderful. A naughty  schoolgirl, caught cheating in her exams! The Headmistress had rung home, and Daddy was waiting witha cane.

Oh she got it hard! 

We loved it!

That evening we sat drinking tea and eating scones with jam and fresh cream, looking at, and talking about some more vintage bondage photos…

Vintage Bondage No 9

Claudia went off to try it with the girls, and I watched.

Another lovely day..

Samantha said she would like to choose the next day, so after our communal happy breakfast she typed in ‘Mummy and naughty daughter…hard; and four sexy corner time’.

Good old Samantha, she chose well. The Mummy spanked the naughty girl hard and long.

We took it turns to kneel close to her bottom and face.

Watching the girls study a spanking up close and personal was so erotic.

After returning to our time machine we drifted to four lovely corner time scenes. Each in their own way, sexy, sensual, and arousing.

 

Charlotte decided she would like to choose today, and typed the instructions into the old type writer, then fed the paper into the slot.

Naughty girl spanked by Daddy at her birthday party.

She smiled at us and explained…”I hate the girls at their own party who are really bossy and still get spoilt!”

hmmm….me thinks she has a childhood memory to work on!

 

At the first one a girl was being really horrid and got a jolly good spanking before all her friends. Charlotte was clapping with them!


I think she enjoyed the second birthday part best, simply because the girl took it badly, made a real s reaming fuss, and all her friends laughed and pointed!

The journey in our old machine drifted on like the memory of childhood halcyon days of a long hot summer. We stopped for Lunch and Miss Iceni said “I have a need to visit further into the past! She typed something and popped it in with a wry smile and Woosh!

 

 

 

 

 

 

I have no idea what she wrote, but we arrived in Edwardian Manchester, and a grinning girl looked at us, right at us, grinning! “I am one of your ancestors”, she said! “Thrash my bottom with that birch Mistress, let’s give them a treat. They did too!

Claudia has a wicked smile and laugh, and said “We have not done yet!”

Within five minutes we ended up here…

A poor maid was getting a really hard spanking on the bare! “oh I love those bloomers Asa!”

We stood and watched a while, all of us feeling rather naughty! Then off we went again…

A young woman was getting a long riding crop repeatedly across her bare bottom. What a fine bottom it was too! She took it so well.

We realised then that she was Victorian spankee, and she charged a florin per stroke! The man was obviously rich and paid for another ten!

He laid them on hard, and then masturbated as the older lady held the younger woman’s cherks apart for him to spurt into!

The girls laughed as they saw me stood wide eyed and hand moving in my pocket! “Come on, Asa has a need…”

I arrived in the bedroom of the girl we had seen. She was there with her bottom on show and the crop laying in wait. In my pocket I felt money, and paid her a good sum. I thrashed her cheeks hard and fast.

Someone pushed by me, I will not tell you who, to hold her bottom wide open as I masturbated as the man had. My sperm spurting far and steaming warm, all over her fine rump!

I found myself back in our machine, the girls giggling. ” Did you enjoy that Asa?” Asked Samantha.

“Yes, very much thanks.”

“You are welcome! See you in the morning!”

This trip gets better!

Our next day was tinged with sadness, Claudia said she wanted to go and see Mrs. Walter’s establishment again, we all looked at each other with a wry smile. You see, on our visit into the outdoors I had collected some fresh birch, from a beautiful silver birch tree. Lucy had made it into a perfect birch and rushed off to give it her. As we arrived, Mrs Walters was in full flow thrashing one of her errant girls, she looked really pleased to see Claudia. “I knew you would.” She greeted us mysteriously.

Claudia walked in to the school and turned to us, “I am staying here a while, with Mrs Walters.”

And as as quick as that, she was gone, we were all dumbfounded, but respected her wishes to leave our merry band.

Dejected, and quiet, we walked back on to our trusty old machine, and left.

The day passed quietly, but soon we were all chatting and accepted it. Lucy took it badly, but we all cuddled her, kissed her, and then…spanked her in turn! That cheered her up!

Over breakfast the next day, we decided on a scenario, it was Charlotte’s idea really, we developed it. I said let’s find some naughty girls scrumping, and somehow Charlotte turned it around to two girls being naughty in a wood.

It is 1920’s mid-west America.

Two girls are at the edge of a wood, next to a busy inter-state road finding it funny to flash their bare bottoms!

Unfortunately for them their Daddies heard about it in a diner, not far away. They knew their daughters well, and went to investigate!


They took them to the roadside where cars stopped, horns blasted, and the two girls got a very public spanking!

Our spanking journey through time plodded on delightfully. We all loved every minute. The talking and sometimes mutual masturbation on our return was loved as much as the spanking, and often we would pleasure ourselves as we watched. 

Still the little hints that we could’ve sensed or even glimpsed kept happening. I love to see a girl reading a spanking novelwhilststroking her bare bottom, and we went to see a girl from times gone by. As we watched, she stopped, looked straight at us, and smiled, knowingly.

We all watched as she smacked her bottom, then fingered herself to orgasm, as she read a spanking out loud!

Wonderful!

Samantha wanted to see a naughty wife ‘get it’ again so we drifted off to 1952 and entered a typical suburban semi – detached  house where a wife was in serious trouble for vastly overspending her budget on shoes! How Samantha giggled… She loves mocking a naughty girl r woman getting a spanking. ‘You deserve every smack you naughty girl!’ She shouted.

“Bare her bottom man!” Samantha shouted, then we realised it. We must come to them as day dreams or inspiration! He looked at Samantha, smiled and did just that! Samantha rubbed her pussy so fast, I was torn at where to look….so, I decided on both!

 

 

…more to come, call back often!