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THE INVEIGLE – PART ONE – INTRO AND CHAPTER ONE

Hello, again, nice of you visit, have you been before? If you have, you will know that I write spanking stories, some very short, some quite long and some much much longer, like this one.

This will be a full length photo illustrated spanking novel, well over 60000 words, and at least 20 chapters. It is still under construction, but feel free to read it as it is… It will join up with ‘ the Misadventures of Molly the Victorian Maid…making it huge!

So read this first, then go here, this will be chapter two

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ALL PHOTOS TAKEN BY MYSELF UNLESS STATED, OR ARE OBVIOUS HISTORICAL ILLUSTRATIONS.

I am going to add it a bit at a time , in between creating my other works for you to read, so pop back soon, the kettle is always on, and if you are lucky, there could be a chocolate biscuit!

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                                                             INTRODUCTION

Flagellation Brothels rose in popularity in France before coming over to England, where they flourished. The story you are about to read is set in Victorian England, in one such brothel, which had a spanking themed theatre attached. The establishment was called ‘The Inveigle’, and could be found in Whitechapel, London.

Predominantly the early flagellation brothels were places where women went to see other women, either to spank, or be spanked.   Early French spanking literature, which was abundant, makes this quite clear. The most famous of all the early English establishments was owned by a woman named Charlotte Hayes who lived 1725 – 1813, I am going to tell you a little of her history, because the Inveigle was run by one of her descendants. Abigail Hayes.

Charlotte Hayes

This is where you would have gone to see Charlotte Hayes, up to the top right hand corner of the square in the illustration.

    Not at all a seedy area, this was a very well to do location. The prostitutes of her standing were called courtesans. They mixed with the top echelons of society and had a handful of regular clients, who paid them well and showered them with expensive gifts. They were Mistresses of Dukes, and Duchesses, and many other representatives of leading society. Many were also artist’s models, and not surprisingly had fallen in love with the artists who adored and flattered them, as they themselves had fallen in love with them.

They had feelings for their treasured ‘friends’ and lived a lavish lifestyle, which these close associates willingly provided. They were a Bohemian group.

They could be seen strolling in the great parks of London accompanied by the finest gentlemen and ladies, people knew who they were and how to find them. Each year, books were published, giving accounts of their practices and their establishments. It was vital to have good reports in these publications.

                                         ONE OF THE PUBLICATIONS

( During my research I read many of these, they describe orgies and all sorts of naughty things!)

These books were popular beyond belief and made huge sums of money for the authors. The man who who published this particular one left all his profits from the book to Charlotte, such was her fame and influence.

Despite her later wealth and favour, she trod a hard path to her fame, spending spells in debtors prison, it was here where she met the love of her life, an impoverished irish Poet named Dennis O’kelly. On his death he left her his pet parrot amongst other things, the reason I mention this is because it could recite the whole of Psalm 104…imagine that!

He made his fortune trading in race horses, in particular one champion called ‘Eclipse’, a prize winning stallion. This led him to buying a beautiful house in Epsom called Canons, and this is where Charlotte spent the rest of her life, residing in this elgant palace.

 Lets meet her…, you open the door and there she is, ready and waiting,  she speaks in a soft seductive voice, “I understand you like naughty girls, well, I am afraid I have been a very naughty one indeed, please take the birch from the hook on the wall over there, and attend to my naughty rump.”

 

You take the birch, a little unsure how to proceed, she seems so delicate and beautiful. Do you just thrash her?

She has been doing this for years and knows exactly how to plant a seed of thought. “Pretend to be my Mummy, I have let you down at a huge dinner party and you are very annoyed.”

You walk to the window and open it. “I have never been so ashamed Charlotte, you will never do that again, I am going to teach you a lesson and all the people on the street are going to hear it!”

“Yes Mummy, I’m sorry Mummy.” You watch with anticipation as she stands on her tip toes with her lovely rounded bottom pushed backwards. You need no further invitation and raise the Birch Rod high in the air.

You deliver a sound thrashing, bits of birch twig shatter and fly into the air, she wriggles, squirms and screams but amazes you by holding her position. Your eyes study the effect of the bunch of twigs delivering a thousand bee stings at every stroke. In a matter of minutes her whole bottom is ablaze with tiny welts. Your breathing is laboured as you admire her beautiful red rump, and prepare to inflict the final six strokes.

There is a silence and you realise that she is awaiting instruction. You cough, “That was wonderful thank you, I can hardly believe what has just happened, you have made a dream become a reality!”

“Thank you, can I straighten?” As a submissive she naturally awaited instruction.

“Oh sorry, yes you may.”

She turns and smiles the disarming smile that has melted a thousand hearts, and whilst rubbing her bottom, she asks. “May I pull my bloomers up now Mummy?”

“Yes you may.”

With a wince and another wiggle she does so. “Would you like a cup of tea?”

You say that would be very pleasant, and she rings a small brass bell. Almost instantly  an attractive sandy haired young maid walks in, she is given instruction and leaves.

“That will be two guineas please.”

You pay and then settle down for a chat.

You had probably purchased one of the small magazines available at the time, and subsequently made an appointment, but in the early days it wasn’t so easy. If a girl was in need of a spanking, or wanted to spank another girl then it was neccessary to take a walk in the parks, and look for a woman wearing a slightly larger nosegay (a bunch of flowers worn on the lapel) and most importantly, purple gloves. That is all you needed to know, and if you were determined enough to find someone to spank you, then you would need to acquire this knowledge. You would seek out such a person make eye contact, and receive a delightful knowing smile, and a nod of the head. Your adventure would begin.

A best friend of Charlotte’s who ran a similar flagellation brothel was a lady called Theresa Berkley, who strangely enough lived at No28 Charlotte Street. She was one of the first to have specially built flogging frames. She was famous for being one of the first dominatrix, and the book entitled ‘Exhibition of Female Flagellants’ was attributed to her.

The Device

Charlotte was not to be outdone and had her own designs made. Business must have been flourishing, because it is said she had one where up to forty could be in at one time!

Men were now coming for punishment too, and it seems that Charlotte would sometimes have her naked whores lay on their backs, underneath the men and play with themselves. The men would be thrashed without mercy across their naked rumps, while at the same time being able to watch as the girls pleasured themselves.  At the right moment the man was attended to, either by the girl beneath or another. He would leave sore, but content.

But for me, I am going to stay with the female/female side of the flagellation brothels…

Upon Charlotte’s death, her daughters, (her whores), whom she called her ‘nuns’ made sure her work continued (people at the time often referred to prostitutes as nuns, reputedly due to the number of nuns in the crusades who changed their profession as they travelled with the soldiers)

A descendant of Charlotte’s family  lived in Victorian Whitechapel. Her name was Abigail Hayes, it is a story about her, that I really want to tell you. All based around an establishment called ‘The Inveigle’.

The Inveigle had a beautiful theatre attached, which put on regular Saturday Night Spanking Shows performed by The Inveigle Girls. Theatres and ‘girls of ill repute’ have gone hand in hand for centuries, many performers being artist’s models, professional funeral mourners, and prostitutes, to help earn a living.

Charlotte was known to be very adept at what might now be called ‘grooming’. She had a reputation for providing the most beautiful girls, (as well as herself, but only to the privileged few of her own treasured clients). She would place an advert asking for a young girl to tend the elderly, or sick, offering free board and lodgings, as well as a little remuneration. As the girls came for interviews she would select the prettiest, and then tell them that that particular job had gone, but offered them an alternative.

As well as this, her own clients and friends would proffer a girl, or if she spotted a suitable girl ‘about town’ she would approach them. The most famous of all her protégés  was a girl called Emily Warren, who became famous on the London Stage, so much so that Joshua Reynolds himself painted her, saying that he had never seen a ‘so faultless and finely formed human figure’, which is a compliment indeed, seeing as he is one of our most famous artists.

Charlotte spotted her begging on the street at the age of twelve. She was so struck by her ‘uncommon beauty’ that she took her in and set about training her. A little like ‘My Fair Lady’, she taught her how to speak, walk, move in a lady like way, and converse in a way befitting a lady of class.

When a customer walked into ‘The Inveigle’, a signed print of the picture hung on the wall, with an arrow pointing to the theatre. Here is the picture, showing her dressed for one of her most famous parts, ‘Thais’.

Here it is, imagine it, nearly six feet high in a gilt frame with flickering candles either side, and the story of how the great Charlotte Hayes trained her, and she is the reason for the theatre commonly being called ‘The Warren’ at the Inveigle.

Emily Warren from a painting by Joshua Reynolds

In Victorian times the love of Latin was everywhere. It was a way of showing a person’s standard of education. To keep pornography away from the masses, most of it was written in Latin.

To show ‘class’ and keep up with the times, there was another sign hanging up in the entrance of The Inveigle,  pointing in the opposite direction to the theatre. Through that door were the stairways to the girls, and the spanking booths. The sign was of a famous Roman phrase used when London was Londinium, and Southwark was the home of its brothels. It read…

Quo loco recta vin ad lupanur, amicus?”

Which, when translated, means,

“Which way to the brothel my friend?”

I must not keep you any longer.  This introduction to my story has been much longer than anticipated. I wanted you to know that ‘Flagellation Brothels’ were a real thing, especially those for women only. I wanted you to know the tradition of the theatre, and how the girls of the stage were also prostitutes too. I wanted you to know how ‘The Inveigle’ had begun.

It is now time to take a walk to the wild side of London in Victorian England…

A place where in 1850 there were fifty thousand prostitutes.

A place where streets that housed the bawdy houses, the brothels, and the erotic theatres, had names like ‘Cock’s Lane’, or ‘Gropecunt Lane’. These are real street names.

A place where women of the day, plying such trade, had grand names like Clarice la Clatterbollock, or Alice Strumpet. These too are real names.

A place where huge crowds would gather in Hyde Park to gaze at girls like Catherine Walters, who was known as ‘Skittles’.  She was arguably the most famous Courtesan ever, wore outfits which were so tight, that people knew she had nothing on underneath. Her clients included the Prince of Wales and the Duke of Devonshire.

A place where spanking was one of the most common erotic acts. Even Mrs Beeton, the lady who wrote the famous cookery book, wrote articles in ‘Lady’s Magazines’ describing how to punish a maid, and recommending spankings to be administered on the bare bottom and with other ladies and maids watching, so as to enhance the punishment with humiliation.

So walk with me through the dark, gas lit streets of Victorian London, where the fog hangs heavy. We see a sign hanging above us, the time honoured sign of the brothel, used since the days of Pompeii. A simple ‘hand mark’.

But this sign is slightly different.

Hanging from a wrought iron bracket, and swinging gently.  It creaks under a huge gas lamp, it too shows the hand mark, but this one is painted bright red on a blushing pink bottom. Written underneath in golden copperplate writing are the words ‘The Inveigle.’

Waiting for you is a welcome as warm as freshly spanked bottom. The welcome is from Abigail Hayes, the proprietor. Of all the history I have related to  you there is one physical link. It is Abigail’s pride and joy, a smooth ivory spanking paddle which Charlotte left to her ‘nuns’. It has been passed down the family line ever since. It hung in her parlour and was used to both punish and delight many of the girls in her service. Rest assured it was only one of many implements in that parlour, all of which were well polished due to regular use!

It is time for our story to begin, it is Saturday night, follow me, let’s go to the theatre…

CHAPTER ONE

Victorian England 1887

It is a clear cold evening late in the year, and as usual the sound and smell of horses are everywhere. A well groomed black mare steadily slows to a stop with its hooves slipping and sliding on the damp shiny cobbles.  A man in a brushed top hat and bottle green frock coat steps down from the coach, which is harnessed to the horse.  He unhooks two chocks, and places one behind, and another in front of the nearside rear wheel of a black, luxurious carriage. His ruddy face is lit by the coach light as he opens the door and smiles politely to the people inside.

Two young ladies alight from the carriage which has stopped at the entrance to ‘The Inveigle’.  They smile kindly at the smart, good looking man, and pay their fare. In return he touches the brim of his top hat and smiles knowingly. He is their regular driver and arranges to pick them up in two and a half hours, unless he hears differently.  So once the horse is stabled and the carriage secured, he waits across the road in a Coffee House. They are paying him handsomely, not just for the journey and time, but to keep quiet. They are not ashamed of where they have come, but all the same, it is best to keep wagging tongues silent..

‘The Inveigle’, situated in the east end of London, is a brothel of sorts, which has a rather grand theatre attached.  What makes this bawdy house different is the fact that it caters for women who seek other women, mainly for erotic consensual spankings, which is why these two Ladies are here.

Imagine how these Ladies would feel as they approach the entrance to their club.  It’s Saturday night, it is time for the weekly performance of the Inveigle Girls, and this place is exactly where they want to be. Saturday nights are the highlight of their lives. Arm in arm they walk to the entrance of the well tended building, leaving humdrum days behind as the sight, smell and intoxicating sound of the Inveigle seduces them.  The swinging sign with its pale pink bottom and bright red hand mark makes them both smile and squeeze each other’s arm. The building encourages them to walk brazenly through the entrance as they lower their masquerade masks.

The masks don’t really hide their faces as they show their red and gold Inveigle membership tokens to the girl whose job it is to examine them, they add an air of mystery.  Even though they are both delightfully bold in their chosen form of sexual relief, a discrete walk is advised to all members of the Inveigle Spanking Society. So arms locked in love, masks raised again, covering their eyes, they walk through into the opulent red and mahogany foyer, the gas lamps are turned down dimly, and candles flicker in brass sconces.  Mirrors bedeck the walls, the combination of the low gas light and candlelight reflected millions of times in the mirrors hung across from each other make it feel as though they are entering a fairy kingdom. The red carpet beneath their feet has a soft thick pile. Shadows flicker all around them, both on the walls and floor, the slowly building noise, excites them, knowing glances from other visitors make them feel naughty and moist. They know what visitors like, they know their tastes, they try to work out who is a ‘top’ and who is the ‘bottom’, they study the crowd, and in return the other ladies study them, asking the same sexy, naughty questions with their eyes.

The proprietor, a well respected woman in her early fifties is stood by the double theatre doors, looking and nodding politely at the customers as they enter. She greets them with a coy knowing smile, a piercing stare and a gentle hand shake. Her name is Abigail and she makes sure everything is immaculate and done properly.

She also rules the house with a ‘rod of iron’ or to be more precise, a birch and many other implements.

The descendant of Charlotte Hayes is even more famous than she. When she sits in her box, the women in the audience gaze to see what she is wearing, and admire her, as the theatre goers in Covent Garden or Drury Lane would look at the famous courtesans of the day.

The tradition of the connection between theatre, artists models, and prostitutes, continued much as it did in the day of Charlotte. Abigail herself was an accomplished violinist and had appeared in many a music hall. On some occasions she would still stand in her box and play, as her girls did a naked spanking ballet, or similar.

The two Ladies are shown to the stairs which lead down to the seats, by a pleasant looking girl, of around twenty years of age.  She is dressed in a pretty figure hugging dress with vertical black and white stripes and a ruffled collar, with what look like pearls sown all the way round. Another girl in the same outfit greets them at the bottom of the stairs, and with an equally charming smile she ushers them into the auditorium and to their row of seats. It delights everyone. The whole building is luxurious, full of soft feminine curves, it is enticing, it’s naughty, it’s vulgar, yet beautiful.

The buzz of anticipation fills the air as they walk down their row, and look straight up to the two tiers of boxes above the circle, to see who is there. They both stand in front of their seats looking at the surroundings. The lady in the black luxurious mask is sat in her usual place, directly opposite Abigail’s box. She always looks sinister. They don’t really know why, it’s probably just the mask. Maybe the word is too strong, but she looks more than a little menacing. She is always sat in the same seat, and as usual is surveying the crowd through her small opera glass. You can see her scanning each row in turn and slowly they see the direction of her gaze work its way along their row of seats. It passes over them as if they are nothing, not even a momentary second glance; they are not of the slightest interest to her. She puts her glasses down and stares ahead, almost as if she is too good to look at the audience.

They settle into their seats, they are red, and velvety, soft to the bottom.  Most of the decor seems to be red, brass and mahogany. The faint smell of burning oil lingers. Gas lamps turned to ‘half’ hiss gently. Everywhere looks clean, well kept and lovingly cared for. Slowly the theatre fills, as always every seat is taken. Their mind gently thinks of all the delightful bottoms sinking into the soft velvet seats.  How many have been spanked today and are glad of the soft hugging velvet? How many will be spanked tonight? The thought of a whole theatre filled with women who worship the female bottom makes them almost drip with vaginal lubricant, conversations fill the air, and they catch the odd word… ‘spanked, maid, bare bottom, over the knee, public spanking, punishment’, and so on.

In the shadows underneath the front of the stage they can see movement as a young girl in charge of the lime lights is opening the valves one by one. The weights on top of the leather bags are forcing the gas out.  Their eyes follow her as she is hurrying along checking their operation, and then she fades into obscurity as everyone settles, their gaze fixed on the stage.   Like the workings of a watch, nobody is really interested in the mechanics of ‘The Inveigle’, all they want to see is its beautiful face. The girl is just a cog in the machine, one of many who work behind the scenes tirelessly keeping Abigail happy.

Rat a tat- tat!

Everyone sits up with a start!

A girl at the front rattles her black and white small drum. Silence descends like a mist, to envelop the audience. Eight more girls walk with a sway of their hips, their left hands are resting on their left hips, with their right hands are behind their heads. Around the auditorium they go, turning the oil lamps down to a minimum wick length, and blowing out every alternate one. The gas lamps still hiss gently, and are left untouched.

Excitement mounts.

The stage is semi- circular, a little like a circus, but raised about two feet. It intentionally comes to within easy touching distance of the expensive front row seats. Twice a year, for birthdays, the ladies in question both treat each other to two of these treasured seats. The same girls in black and white walk to the stage and with their tapers light the sea shell shaped footlights which run all along its outer edge. This has to be done in the Inveigle style, straight legs, bottoms up, with one finger touched to the lips. One by one from left to right the lime lamps ‘pop’ into life.

The girl underneath the stage lets out her usual sigh of relief, all are lit safely.

An element of danger always accompanies this delicate task as the lime lights at the start of the show could have foot high flames! The reflective shell covers cast a bright white light on the showgirls, which make them look magnificent. The girl has the job of controlling the flames throughout the night, a scary and demanding job and if it were to wrong, the consequences, would be a public spanking on the stage, on a special brightly illuminated set. The spanking would be administered by Abigail, and she knew how to give a spanking.  Many an ‘Inveigle Girl’ has felt the wrath of Abigail on the stage, much to the audiences delight!

PHOTO OF ABIGAIL CANING AN INVEIGLE GIRL

Everything was about spanking, Abigail was ‘spanking’ personified, so of course she knew how to spank! She took her seat, the gasp from the on looking audience sounds like a gust of wind outside. The Inveigle Girls  make a circle, all eyes turn back to them, their pink blushing skin lit beautifully by the hissing gas, and in complete silence they undo the back of the dress of the girl in front, the sleeves are short and puffed, and are pulled down off the shoulders. The dresses then slide down in unison, to a gasp of admiration from the onlookers. Each girl has curvy hips and an ample spankable bottom. The attention of the audience is such that even the slightest ruffle of a skirt can be heard, the building is full of spanking minded women, and they are joined in one mind, absorbed in the wonder of soft supple curves, the curves which make up that wonderous creation, the female bottom

The Ladies look up to their right and notice that Abigail, is watching the show and making notes, always striving for perfection. Her box is a place where anyone in the whole theatre would love to be invited. It is plush beyond compare, with a centre piece studded sofa of deep blushing pink in gilded wood, it looks like a huge rump ready to spank. She is sat there as if sat on a throne, the Queen of Spanking sat looking down on all the delicious bottoms of London below her.

The girls step out of the dresses, each now wearing a vertically thin striped black and  white corset, white frilly knickers, black over the knee stockings with white garters, and buttoned up black ankle boots. These are dream boats, seductive temptresses longed for and yearned after. To ‘walk out’ with an Inveigle Girl is what dreams and spanking fantasies are made of.

Without realising when it started, they can hear faint music from the all female orchestra at the back of the stage, the showgirls pick up the beat with their right hand slapping the top of their right thigh gently. They notice the skin turn a delicate blushing pink as the hand mark slowly appears, the shape of the thumb catches their attention.

The showgirls part like the red sea, and in time to the music slowly march backwards arm in arm. Their knees are raised almost waist high at every step to let one of the ‘stars’ walk through.  The tall elegant girl walks confidently through to the front of the stage, naked and carrying a violin. Her name is Scarlet, to match her hair.

Singing in a powerful voice she walks the walk of Scarlet, one foot directly before the other as if keeping to an invisible straight line, hips swaying, with beautiful big eyes fixed on one spot somewhere behind you, she claps to the beat, and the audience do the same. They love her, some whistle, others throw red roses on to the stage, a pair of frilled black knickers sails through the air to land by her feet. A huge cheer goes up as someone shouts “I bet they are wet!”

She starts playing her violin, as the girls stood each side begin to sing a favourite song of the audience.

The song is magnificent and fits the mood, “Some of them want to spank you… some of them want to be spanked by you… some of them want to abuse you, and some of them want to be abused by you…”

THINK ANNIE LENNOX MUSIC…. VICTORIAN STYLE,

The Chorus Girls accompany her. To the left are the submissive girls, known in the spanking society as ‘bottoms’, all have a red feather in their hair, to the right are the dominant girls, known as tops, they all now wear a black top hat, which once again you never noticed them put on. Every time the girls come to the theatre  they think that they  must look for the point when they do it, but they have missed it again! They look towards each other and giggle as they say “Missed it again!”

The ‘bottoms’ sing one line, the ‘tops’ sing the next, it’s the traditional start of Saturday night at The Inveigle.

The audience pick up the song and in the same manner, the spankees singing one line, often stood slightly bent over with their bottoms swaying in time to the music.  The spankers join in eagerly, clapping in tune with their hands just behind their partner’s bottom, some bolder ones actually spank in tune. Even bolder ones raise the skirts of their submissive and lower their bloomers, to spank their rosy bottoms in public.

One of the girls is bent over and her friend is spanking her, she loves it! Her bottom is shapely and admired, it is obvious that she loves it to be seen and appreciated. To the beat of the drum she wiggles from side to side, tempted to lift her skirts! How bold they become when they visit ‘The Inveigle’.

So up her skirts come, and down slide the bloomers, her friends hands slips down to her pussy and nobody minds at all.

The music stops, the clapping fades. Scarlet walks to the left of the stage. People sit down slowly, so does the girls with her bloomers at her knees, her friend holding her dark, curly, bushy little triangle as if it was a small bird in her hand. Her middle finger tucked in the wet slit. She thrusts against it in time to the drum beat.

In her dressing room not far from the stage was the woman who kept order on the stage, she was loved by everyone and the queue to be used by her was long, and growing longer every week.

She looked at her self in the mirror and tugged on the lapel of her outfit. No matter how many Saturday nights she walked from her room to the stage she felt an attack of the nerves. “Come on girl! They love you!” She listened to the music and to her signal  hidden in the tune, and set off.

Magnificent Eleanor, dressed in a ring-masters suit of sorts, walks determinedly onto the stage. She cracks her whip, and immediate silence follows.   Speaking in an accent which has a hint of French she welcomes the audience. The little drums still keep the beat going and some in the audience are clapping gently, others like the girl mentioned before are pumping their groins to their first orgasm of the night.

“Ladieeeees and… More ladies!” She shouts!

A massive cheer, stomping of feet and whistles come back to her.

“Welcome to the seducing.”

The whole audience go “ooooooooooh!”

“The beguiling!”

“Oooooooooooooooooo oooooh!”

“The sensational!”

“Oooooh!”

“The naughty, the bad, the downright raunchy… INVEIGLE!”

Once again the whole auditorium explodes into rapturous applause and shouts of glee, as boots stomp a rumble like thunder around the theatre, it almost shakes like an earthquake

God she looks good up on the stage. Her legs in black fish net stockings, her figure encased in red, with a shiny black glistening pair of tight knickers.

She cracks the whip again.

“Use that on my arse!” Shouts a delicious young woman stood up at the front.

She stares at the woman and walks towards her.  For what seems many minutes, but in actual fact only two or three, Eleanour stands before the woman, smiling, and not saying a word. The woman is visibly excited and twitches, adjusting he position, stood before her seat her seat.

In a smooth seductive voice Eleanour looks to the woman and replies to her shouted comment. Her voice is clear and it takes little effort to make it heard to the front rows. “If you wish me to, I will Madam.”

Almost immediately an image of what she hopes will come flashes through the woman’s mind. An image so accurate in its prediction, that you would not believe…

She sits down meekly as the Ring Mistress passes her a card with a room number on. The girl blushes and the audience make very suggestive comments and noises. They all know that after the show she will be up in the Ring Mistress’s room, getting what she craves; a crimson and well striped sore bottom.

Eleanour turns away smiling wickedly, and walks to the centre of the stage. She spins to face the audience.

Crack! The whip whistles through the air and pierces the atmosphere like a bullet from a gun. The Ring Mistress draws in a big breath, her breasts swell as she waves her arm high to her left holding her top hat, and shouts. “Bring on the ponies!”

The ‘Radetzky March’ bursts from the orchestra and the girls in black and white step back to the edge of the ring, alternate tops, and bottoms, ready to show the audience when to clap. This is the perfect music for spanking.

The two sets of girls come prancing out, as naked as the day they were born apart from  little plugs in their bottoms, with pony tails hanging down behind them, prancing along like young ponies, their arms folded up to their breasts, and hands before them.  One team is led by Felicity, dancing from right to left, the other led by Amber dancing from left to right. One passes Eleanour the other passes Scarlet, where both lines go side by side to the back and the circles begin again. Sapphire and Georgina leave the stage, quietly.

Felicity is dressed provocatively.  On her head is a purple bowler hat, with a long thin pheasant feather.  She wears a purple sequined bodice dress, very tight at the waist. The front is cut away and her legs are seen. She has black and red striped stockings, with purple knickers and boots. She is full of attitude, the brat the audience love to see ‘get it’.  Stood in a haughty pose, with one hand on her knee, the other holding her cheroot, she tosses her head back, her hair in ringlets falling down her shoulders and takes a deep draw, then puffs out a magnificent smoke ring.

Amber looks every inch a wanton slut. Her black hair is full of waves and hangs thick and tousled. A red rose sits to the left of her head.   A black band with a cameo-brooch is worn around her neck. Her breasts are pushed up in a bright red dress. A split runs down from her waist. It has a bustle at the back, and she knows how to wiggle it. She smokes a long pipe, and not being outdone by her rival she blows an equally wonderful smoke ring in her direction. Her toned shiny dark skin reflects beautifully in the lime light.

The march being played is one of those tunes which has a little pause now and then, and every girl stands still for just two or three seconds, a very difficult thing for the girls, but the audience love it .

When the music gets to the right place the girls stop, and whoever is stood before Felicity and Amber have to bend over, grasp their hands behind bent knees and take a sound spanking in time to the claps! Imagine the scene as Felicity and Amber with huge smiles hold a tail up each, look to each other, then to the bent over bottom and smack, smack, smack, spank spank!

The music makes them start prancing again until the next pause. If the same girl stops again the audience love it and laugh and cheer as her bottom gets redder and redder. Sometimes a girl who has perhaps had three spanking like this, tries to run quickly out of beat to try to avoid the approaching pause in the music, this is a serious offence and a severe spanking is given over a stool.

The ponies trot from the stage, chased by Felicity and Amber clapping their hands, they then walk back to each side of the stage, diametrically opposite each other.

The music stops, another well known tune begins and the can-can starts. Almost unnoticed the ‘bottom’ girls in black and white have removed their knickers and after forming a line they do a stunning performance.

At the end, they bend over, facing away from the audience, the music goes quieter, and the girls beat time with alternate bending knees.

It’s time for the spanking prize draw.

Amber holds out Felicity’s bowler hat, and draws out seat numbers.  Georgina has returned to the stage, Amber passes the tickets one by one to her, and Marie shouts out the numbers which correspond to seat numbers in the auditorium. The ‘lucky seat’ winners run to the stage to take a wooden paddle from Felicity, each one expertly engraved with a picture of The Inveigle. They all stand to the right of their allotted girl and the music stops.

Georgina takes another big breath.  She starts to clap as the music picks up again. “Bottom’s up girls!”

To the can-can tune the girls all get a brisk spanking with the wooden paddles.

The music fades, many candles are lit, and each girl is given a tub of cream to rub into the cheeks accompanied by a violin version of ‘Toselli’s Serenade’. This is performed by Scarlet, who is also an accomplished violinist; she is naked and stood close to the front row, facing the audience. The choreography is so good that the most of the audience never even saw her walk to her spot.

The rustle of petticoats is audible; this is another tradition of ‘The Inveigle’. Abigail knows that the audience would be almost dripping by now, so she arranges a little masturbation break. This part of the show has many variations, but it is an excuse for hands to slide up the thighs of friends, to satisfy moist fruitful vines (as the naughty Victorian Lady would call it).  The sounds of orgasms fill the theatre, as the spanked bottoms are gently massaged with the aromatic cream before the audience. The gas footlights light up the blushing pink bottoms perfectly.

What a sight for the masturbating girls to look at!

Abigail studies the crowd at this stage with her own small pair of binoculars. When she is satisfied most have done, she makes a discreet signal to Georgina. She knows a few will not have finished, and loves to get one in focus and watch their torment, or how they try to finish themselves.

In their pairs, the spanking partners leave the stage to reap their rewards in the spanking booths. Scarlet, turns and bows her bottom to the audience, which gets a resounding smack from another customer on the front row, and leaves.

An erotic spanking act on the trapeze follows, with many ooohs and ahhhhs from the crowd.

Two Inveigle Girls on the Trapeze by Asa Jones

Then it is time for the stars of the show to take centre stage. Tonight is a special act, which they perform only once every three month, because of the severity. It is something they love, and if Mollie’s body allowed, they would do more often. They always have two weeks off from the shows afterwards for bruising to fade, then they do their other acts.

Rose resplendent in bloomers and corset struts onto the stage. She stands erect and stares the cheering audience down to silence. She is a magnificent woman, a beautiful woman, the most beautiful of all ‘The Inveigle Girls’. Her blonde hair catches the light, as do her teeth and eyes. The girl in charge of the gas increases the pressure, which turns the lamp lights up bright, so that Rose’s eyes sparkle, like diamonds.

The theatre programme describes her as ‘The sweet English Rose of The Inveigle’.

Similar to the accolade that Scarlet received, tokens of adulation and love are thrown. Roses (white English ones), handkerchiefs, knickers, and folded notes cover the stage.

Molly her dark hair tumbling in contrast to her Mistress is pulled on to the stage, and comes to kneels before her, the lights are adjusted and she fades into the darkness.

You look up to the same box which first got your attention, the lady in the black mask has caught your attention as she moves to the edge of her seat, and moves sexily.  She tugs on her own leash, and out towards her comes her slave girl, Nicolette. Her right shoulder is moving rhythmically, you know without doubt what her hand is doing. She never joins in the group masturbation, she knows that many people know this, and enjoys the fact that people watch her slave girl rub her to orgasm. She has a powerful presence.

Molly and Rose begin their act. All eyes dart back to them.

It is set in a boudoir set, lit subtly in the middle front of the stage, surrounded by darkness, and stood by a four poster bed in her corset and bloomers is Rose. She is tapping a vicious looking gnarled, long, slender walking stick. “My pretty slave has been naughty today.” She tells the audience.

The auditorium is so quiet, you could almost hear a curled pubic hair land on a velvet seat. Her voice is gentle, yet her ability to converse with an audience, as if having a personal conversation, is nothing short of remarkable. Her eyes had the ability to engage a spectator from a great distance. They reply, in the way they always do to the bright Inveigle stars, in a whisper.

“Ooooh the naughty girl.”

Rose smiles, and taps the stick on her palm again.

The lights on Rose dim, and the lights on Molly rise, the girl under the stage is frantic.

Molly is stood, head bowed in subservience. She speaks to the audience too. Her voice stronger with a slight cockney lilt.

“I’m a right naughty girl I am!”

She is stood in a strange stark scene completely opposite to the decadent boudoir of Rose.

The lights dim, the stage darkens and slowly the audience see Rose again.

This time she is stood flexing the stick. “Is it cold over there pretty slavemaid?”

“Brrrrrrrr ….yes Mistress.”

“Would you like me to warm your bottom up?”

“Yes please my beautiful Mistress.”

“Then come closer my little slavemaid, kneel for me.”

Molly arrives at the edge of the lit area, and kneels.

Rose looks at her, and then to the audience. “It would be rude not to wouldn’t it?”

The audience giggle and lean forward. One large woman at the back shouts “I’ll come and take yer lead bonnie lassie if she dunna want ye!”

Rose smiles and whispers “Sorry, she’s taken.”

She walks to her slave maid, and takes the end of the red silk lead, turns and sits on the edge of the bed.

The audience drool as like a cat, hips and shoulders moving sexily and stealthily, Molly crawls to her Mistress.

Rose stands to one side, before the front edge of the bed is a low long chest with a long soft cushion on the top. She looks to the audience, “I think a hand spanking to begin with ladies, a very public reddening of her fine rump, what do you say?”

They shout back their agreement in various ways, some extremely rude and raucous, as Rose turns and faces the bed, pushing her punishing stick into the cheeks of her bottom, nestling under her bloomers.

She led her slave maid just out of view, and then shouted crisp and clear  ‘Heel!’

Rose delicately rests her vicious looking punishment stick on the palm of her hand as she watches Molly take her position.

Then she strokes the curves of her voluptuous cheeks with the stick.

“Stand my little darlin’ and rest your palms on the  cushion, and tell us all what you need, what you want, what you desire most of all.”

Rose began to ask the questions that the audience loved.

“What do you crave?”

“a spanking Mistress.”

“What do you need?”

“a spanking Mistress.”

“Ahhhh, but, my little submissive exhibitionist, you want more don’t you?”

“yes Mistress.”

“Tell, please, do tell, what do you really really want…or! Shall we let them tell you?”

The women packing the seats loved this and drew close to the edge of their seats to whisper in unison once more.

“Tell her please.”

As one voice, they spoke.

“You need to be spanked, you need to be humiliated, you need a very public spanking naughty Mollie, and a terrible thrashing with the stick, don’t you?”

“yes.”

At which Rose spanked her.

It wasn’t the spanking that thrilled them, it was the uncanny ability to have an orgasm through the act of being spanked. She moved back and forth, her thighs gripped together, faster and faster as the smacks landed.

Rose smiled as Mollie began to make her noise,  almost howling,  “ohhhhhhhh mmmmmmmm ooooo ooooooh OOOOOOWWWWWHHHHHHHHWWWHHHHH”

This is what they loved.

“Make the wee lassie howl Rosie”, shouted the same Scottish woman as before.

Mollie began her display, even she never knew what was going to issue forth from her mouth as she orgasmed!

“ohhhhhwwwwwwwmmmmm spank me smack my bottom, thrash me use the stick, beat me, God I am a disgusting pain loving bitch, thrash me, make my cunt spurt!”

Rose used her stick to thrash her bottom, Crimson lines  rose high up on her bottom, and she begged for more as the stick whistled through the air to crack like a pistol time and time again.

Rose was sweating, she shone like a marble statue in a grand country house.

“The last six everybody, count with me!”

She walked to the edge of the stage, turned and ran towards Mollie, she leaped into the air and brought the stick down full force.

Mollie howled like a wolf to the moon, and begged for more!

“Owwwwwwwwwooooooooowwwwwwwwoooowww! Harder Mistress, harder!”

Some of the audience could not watch, they were in awe of the ability of Molly, not only to take the terrible cuts, but to beg for more! They were also in awe of the way Rosie could run, leap and deliver strokes so accurately.

They went wild as they, cheered the run up, and shouted to the rooftops…

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TWO

 

THREE

 

FOUR

 

FIVE

 

SIX

It was done, Rose fell to her knees and her submissive maids lave screamed in pain and orgasm.

 

The girls under the stage turned all the lights except one down to minimum gas pressure, the only thing on stage was the shuddering bottom of Mollie, the slavemaid.

The crowd went wild!!!

After their act and music faded, Molly and Rose sank into the shadows.

There was a need to calm the women before they were sent lustily onto the foggy streets of London.

Two more girls walk to the stage holding up a white sheet, and two more walk behind the couple with oil lamps.

A shadow show is last on the bill.

The shadow spanking begins, light fast smacks, then harder, slower ones. Victoria’s hand begins to rise higher and higher as the smacks get louder. Debbie can  be heard letting out little squeals.  Delight or pain? Maybe it was both.

The shadow curtain falls, and Victoria moves to the back of Debbie, she sinks to her knees and begins to lick the bright red bottom. She turns her head to the audience, her eyes bright, wicked, but not cruel. Her hands pulled Debbie’s dumbglutton, (as it was known in those days) apart and licks Debbie’s wet slit, and bottom until she comes in violent contortions and screams of pleasure.

“Fuck me Mistress!”

Victoria again turns to the packed audience, and speaks to them. “Shall I?”

To a woman they all shout their response. “Yes, yes, yes!”

A girl comes back on stage with an oiled leather attachment which is strapped around Victoria’s waist and groin. She leaves, and Victoria begins to stroke the glistening tool as if she was a man.  Debbie begs again, ‘Oh Mistress, please, use me now!’

Victoria turns to the audience and winks again, each member of the audience convincing themselves that the wink is just for them. Then she fucks her hard, until Debbie comes again, with one hand removed from the bar rubbing herself quickly.

‘I need to achieve my own pleasure again now.’ Victoria says to the audience. ‘Who on the upper tier will be the lucky winner of the golden ticket?’

Eleanour  marches to the front from nowhere, draws a ticket from her hat  then holds the ticket aloft and shouts the number out. “Two hundred and seventy six!”

The woman in the black mask hits the edge of her box in a fury with a riding crop, stands up and walks away, she has unfinished business and history with Victoria.

The lady in the winning seat put her half face masquerade mask up, and walks to the stairs with a friend, her ‘prize winning guest’. The audience claps in unison waiting for them to appear on the stage to take their prize. which they do to great applause.

“And that my dear Ladies is the end of the show! Goodnight all. ‘ The Inveigle’ wishes you all a safe journey, and we can’t wait to see you again, bye bye!” Shouts Eleanour as she salutes.

Your eyes dart back to the shadows under the stage as you notice once again the scurrying girl in charge of the lime lights. Every alternate one is quickly turned off, and the remaining ones dim to half light. The effect is stunning.

Abigail, her hair up on the top of her head, with a delicate ostrich feather arrangement, stands up in her box, turns and walks to the stairs.  She wore a low cut dress tonight, which cradled her smooth soft bosom. Her waist was always tied tight in a corset, which gave her a ruddy, wild and lusty complexion. She could have walked straight from the moors of a Bronte novel instead of the private door beside the stage.  As was her manner, she surveyed the scene of a satisfied audience with pride, and one eyebrow raised. People said she could talk with her eyebrows. Many a young Inveigle Girl had shuddered in shame at her harsh stare, eyebrow raised as she was scolded. Others had melted in her gaze of approval with both eyebrows holding the sultry eyes in their shadow.

She knew exactly what was needed at all times, and the girls knew it.

Without question the house girls did her bidding, so too did the show girls. She loved them all like daughters, she’d chastise and nurture as she saw fit. They loved, admired and respected her. She was the Inveigle. But most of all the girls knew one thing for certain, she would protect them, they could sleep easy in their beds because of her. She was constantly busy, always adjusting and tending. The Inveigle was her life’s passion. The girls were her children, and in both esteem and adoration she was known as ‘Mummy Bear.’

Mummy Bear’s parlour was her wonderful abode, a place of soft comfort and love, yet with spanking implements hung everywhere. It could also be a place of punishment, or a place for a consensual erotic spanking.

The name of ‘Mummy Bear’ wasn’t said behind her back, the only thing behind her back was the constantly swaying bottom of hers, still firm and pert despite its years. She knew exactly what they called her, and if she ever heard it whispered or spoken she would clasp her hands in pleasure and smile to the ceiling!

Protection was in her mind as she screwed up the ticket with the seat number of the lady in the mask. She did not trust her, there was something evil about her, and she would never win a night of passion with any of her treasured stars of the Inveigle stage.

She stood back to the wall, as a woman dressed in a police officer’s uniform, gently pushed by her and strode importantly to the front of the stage. She coughed, and then commanded the audience to stand and sing the National Anthem, which was the tradition in every theatre of its day.

One of the women we have followed stands; looks to her partner and sings, hand in hand. Then shaking slightly in anticipation, they look into each other’s eyes, smile, and leave. Maybe it is to browse the shop, where autographed photos of their heroines could be purchased, along with a comprehensive range of spanking ephemera. Or maybe it was to the bar across the road, or a visit to a spanking booth.

                                                An Inveigle Spanking Booth by Asa Jones

Or simply back to the carriage, as they do tonight. Masquerade masks raised again, they walk, still hand in hand, lit by the gas light to the waiting row of cabs and climb aboard, then sit inside and talk excitedly about the show and in particular about Molly and Rose.

“How do two such young girls end up starring in a show like that?” One of girls asks the other.

That’s a very good question, so let’s continue this story of love and spanking by doing just that. To the day that Molly left school..

 

Now scroll back to the top and follow the link…

To be continued, call back soon! I am taking character photos of the characters right now, the story is written… but being adjusted all the time!

Asa

 

Millbank

Note…

To add to the atmosphere, I have done most photos quite grainy, and some in b+w. But also some lovely clear ones now and then.

Millbank Prison 1868

Come on, I’ll take you a stroll. We are going to walk the streets of Victorian London, so put this cloak on, we don’t want to look out of place do we? It’s a misty night, the gas lamps give a nice yellow glow in the dark, it sounds hushed, even the horses hooves sound as if they are wrapped in old sacking.

I take you to the River Thames, we are near the Houses of Parliament. The fog is thicker now, and dropping fast, but we can still see the other side for now. There is a huge formidable building, austere and threatening. It is Millbank Prison, in Pimlico. Like The pentagon in U.S.A. this is built in a similar style. But dark and forbidding.

It is a women’s prison, every week they have new inmates and today some have arrived. They will have their hair cut into a bob, be washed and if needed de-loused. Their crimes are read out so everyone knows what they have done, and then as is the custom on the first night, they are put in solitary. The sound of their cries is pitiful.

After a few week when they have learned the routine and got used to the boring hard work of picking coconut fibre and such like, the reality of the future hits them…every day will be the same, for years.

BUT

After maybe two months, the wardens have weighed each one up, and the pretty ones, who seem to have a certain type of disposition are made an offer. A one time only offer, which they cannot think about, they are offered it and have to decide there and then. There is a list of Victorian Ladies who are seeking female sex slaves, to do their bidding.  They often let themselves be known at a birching, which at this time was a public thing, where people could see many a day for a few pennies.

You are told of this list…. oh sorry, did you not notice me leave?

You are now prisoner 081151 Corbin. The wardens have just asked you if you want to volunteer. They tempt you by saying that you will be moved to the top floor where the sun shines in. The corridor doors are locked all day,  but from six in the morning  until six in the evening the cell doors are  left open. It is like a small community, they call it Millbank Village. The food is better, the work minimal. You need your strength for the Ladies who will visit twice a week. You must comply to their every wish… so, what do you say Corbin?

“Can I have flowers in me room Miss?”

They agree.

“Yes then, when do I start?”

They tell you that you have just started and take you up to your new cell, where you settle in for a week.

In a large house, called ‘The Inveigle’ is Lady Charlotte Elizabeth. She was playing a tune at her harpsicord when one of her maids hands her a letter. It tells her about you. She clasps her hands in delight, and that night she makes plans.

Soon the prison has a letter from Lady C, and a date is set.

Today is the day you meet your Mistress, you sit on a stool in your cell and are told not to move.

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You are trembling inside, the cool air on your body washes over you, you are naked, never in your life have you felt so vulnerable. The words of the warden drift in to your mnd…

“You must comply to their every wish”

Suddenly you hear voices, a new voice, posh and clear stands out, you know instantly that it is your new Mistress. her footsteps come into the cell.

Lady Charlotte Elizabeth stands still to examine you, she is pleased. You can feel her eyes searching your nakedness.

She does not speak but a satisfied little “Hmm” comes from her lips, she walks in with a small wooden rocking horse under her arm, and a canvas bag.

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The temptation to look at her is overwhelming. So you watch her as she takes her instruments out of her bag.

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“Did I give you permission to turn around?!” Shouts lady Charlotte.

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Unsure whether or not to speak without permission, you shake your head.

“Get up, and bend over the stool, you are going to have your first spanking… right now!”

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The word spanking was a word you already loved, inside you, your tummy felt little quivers as you rested your tummy on the warm stool and presented your bottom for your Mistress.

Your Mistress, how good does that sound to you?…and she was beautiful!

How you loved to be able to think of her as your Mistress.

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Then you felt her hand for the first time, warm, gentle and searching.

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You pushed your cheek up to her hand and sensed that she loved it.

Then…smack!

The heaviness of her hand surprised you, it landed with such force and the crack echoed around the cell. Again you pushed up, greeting each smack eagerly. Your Mistress had already begun to know that the selection of her slave was a good one for her.

smack smack spank smack… fifty hard smacks were delivered quickly and sharply, and you needed it, it hurt, but all the same…

you love it!

In a voice full of control, yet seductive, she told you to stand with your hands on your head.

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You could feel her stare again as she hardly moved her eyes from your bottom, oh you so hoped she was pleased with it, was it blushing enough? Did you make enough noise? Did you wriggle enough? Or too little? You wanted to please her so much.

She sends you to a corner, which you later found out meant that a change of activity was due. You sit there and look to the floor, you can tell she is looking at you, but dare not return her gaze. Then the silence is broken, her voice still sounds strong, in command, yet it also sounds so alluring.

“Crawl to me”

…being as feline as you can you crawl, trying your best to make your hips sway as invitingly as you can.

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She tells you to kneel before her, and asks your name. On hearing you reply with the phrase ‘Mistress’ she is pleased, and says you must always address her thus.

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Between you is the little wooden rocking horse which she carried in.

“Can you ride?”

“No Mistress.”

“Hm… no matter, you can learn. You can start by riding this little chap, he is called Neddy, say hello.”

You look to the horse and smile. “Hello Neddy”

Her face changes slightly, it is obvious her arousal is growing.

“Mount the horse for me, my pet.”

You loved being called pet, and climbed onto its back.

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“Now ride it for me” said lady Charlotte Elizabeth as she produced a riding crop!

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You got you balance as best you could and rocked back and forth. Before you knew it she was stood by your side, cracking the crop across your bare bottom!

You learn quickly and pick up the pace.

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Sweat begins to run down your back, you pant and gallop as fast as you can as the crop strikes your rump faster and harder. She is sat just behind you….”Faster you bitch, faster!”

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OH! the pain…

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You bottom was on fire, it felt as if she was using a sword on your bottom and it was cutting into the ripe soft glowing flesh.

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You galloped as fast as you possibly could…screaming!

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You wanted to please your Mistress so very much and galloped hard, trying to push your bottom up for each and every crack of the delicious riding crop.

She let you rest a while then, whist she rummaged in her bag.

Then you were summoned to her again.

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Resting on top of Neddy was a cock, a huge purple cock.

This is for you, to help you ride faster, but it is a little dry, so suck it for me, suck the cock as I watch you.

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You slide your mouth over the cock as she watches and talks to you.

“Oh you like that cock don’t you?”

Almost gagging and close to vomiting you suck the cock hard and slide up and down it, taking it deep into your throat.

She stops you and tells you that you have to fuck it whilst riding, so instructs you to straddle the horse and take its cock into your cunt.

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She drools over the sight of it and watches it slide into your wet slit.

“Now fuck it hard, ride Neddy for me, ride that big purple head deep!”

Your orgasm was tremendous, and she loved it.

It was time to rest again, and she told you to look to the floor, whilst she did something. You heard rustles but dare not look. Not long passed before she beckoned you again.

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Oh she looked lovely, her dress shimmered like a wedding gown.

“You have pleased me, and I have enjoyed watching you ride Neddy, he will come often. but now I want you to ride something else…”

ME!

 

She revealed a huge strap on cock as she lifted her dress.

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“I am going to fuck you hard, in all three holes..

your mouth

your cunt

and your arse.”

You nod in enthusiastic agreement.

“First suck me, as if I am a man, suck me and slide me in deep to make me spurt in you.”

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This meant you could hold her and pull her to you.

Once more, like with Neddy, you gobbled and sucked. You moaned and lost control almost as your head flew up and down the shaft in a frenzy, it must have put pressure on her pussy, you could feel her thrusting back.

Then she told you to bend over the stool, which you did willingly, wantonly, eagerly. You wanted your Mistress to fuck you, you wanted to please her so very much.

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She rode you then, like a sweating stallion she thrust deep into you time and time again. You knew she was close to coming, the movement and her sweet noises told you so.

She withdrew, got hold of your hair like a horses main and slid the shaft deep into your arse and fucked you mercilessly until she came with a long scream of an orgasm.

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Out of breath she sat down and told you to stay where you were.

She looked at you, and said she was pleased.

How you long for her visits now…

She became very fond of you, and at the end of your sentence offered you a job at her house.

the end….

sort of, because coming soon is Corbin in Service

Two Naughty Girls on a Steam Train

When I was a boy of around thirteen I went on a train trip with one of my brothers, and my Mum and Dad. I was born in 1951, so I calculate this to be 1964.  It was a works trip to the sea-side, my Dad was an ex-military man and quite strict, so we behaved pretty well, near enough all the time.  On a day like this, all the children were expected to behave, it was a treat, and everyone’s family was on show. We were in a compartment on the train when a woman and a girl of around my age, maybe a couple of years older, came in. The girl was in a right mood and showed her Mummy up all the time by being rude and obstinate, eventually her Mum lost her temper, (my Dad kept looking at her in a most dissaproving way!) and threatened to spank the girl there and then.

I remember the girl looking straight at me, as if to read my thoughts, which were… ‘Go on, keep being naughty, let me see your bare bottom get a spanking!’

Alas she behaved…::sigh:: …but that night I wanked hard thinking of it and pretending she got the spanking.

This story is quite different in all honesty, but it is set on a train, and, well, you’ll see!

The Story…

Two girls are on a day out with Aunty Donna, a rather strict Aunty, only about ten years their senior.  But she had the authority and in those days, as you know, things were different. Their Mummy’s had given her full permission to make them behave if needed, and the girls knew it.

They had been good girls in town, and Aunty Donna was impressed. On the journey home the train had to change at a station to take a branch line to their home town. She trusted the girls to take a look around whilst she had tea and cake, and read her book a while.

The two girls went over the footbridge to the other platform and walked down it, it was a hot day, and girls will be girls at times, they felt rather naughty….in a wet pussy sort of way!

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They came across a row of carriages, no engine was attached, they were just parked. They looked through the windows to see inside.

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It looked inviting, and quiet, you could even say it looked private.

The row of carriages were actually longer than the platform, if they could get on and walk to the end, they would be safe to see to their growing naughty need…

Eventually, after trying a few doors, surprisingly they found an open door

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and climbed aboard

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Slowly they made their way down the train to the part where the carriages were stuck out of the platform, eventually reaching the ‘First Class’ Carriages.

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Then they found it, a beautiful British Railways First Class Carriage.

Just right for naughty fun!

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By now the excitement, the heat of the day, and the location made them as moist as they had ever been. Their pussies screamed for attention, so in they went, and giggling they settled down on the comfy seat.

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They talked so naughtily, and then decided to do it!

“Let’s masturbate, you keep watch for me, and I will keep watch for you, lets get our pussies out in public and cum!” So after a quick look up and down the corridor, Charlotte decided to take her knickers down, she was now quite desperate to get her fingers sticky!

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Before long she was sat by Amber, her dress up, rubbing her wet swollen pussy, the noise of the sticky walls rubbing together around her probing fingers was delicious!

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Soon the railway compartment was full of her orgasmic groans of pure pleasure, it really made Amber wet!

“Oh God I need to finger my cunt now!”

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So Charlotte kept a look out whilst Amber slid her hand in her knickers to finger herself wildly.

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When they had both achieved their climax, they still felt sexy on that sultry warm summer afternoon.

“Haven’t we been naughty!” Said Amber proudly, she was the younger of the two.

Charlotte picked up on the word ‘naughty’

“And you know what naughty girls get Amber.”

Immediately Amber replied with a smile, “Spankings, on their bare bottoms, don’t they!”

“Yes they do, shall we spank each other for being naughty then?”

“What? Here!”

“Yes!”

So they did!!

First Amber looked out into the corridor as Charlotte spanked her.

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The smacks were crisp, loud, and echoed down the corridor unheard by anyone. The two girls loved it, they felt so daring. Soon Amber’s turn finished,  and Charlotte asked if she  was sure she had been spanked enough. “Oh yes! It was lovely!”

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So it was now Charlotte’s turn to poke her head into the carriage corridor for her spanking. She began to undress, her excitement mounting.

The thing with Charlotte is, she always lets the excitement get the better of her, her mind began to race as they spoke.

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As her bottom was being spanked, she looked up and down the corridor, and her confidence in the situation grew.

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Her spanking quickened and she pushed her needy bottom up to the smacks to greet them.

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This was the moment she shocked Amber…

“Spank me naked over you knee! There is nobody around, and it is so sexy in here, it’s a chance not to miss!”

Amber, always easily led agreed wholeheartedly.

But haven’t we forgotten someone?

Aunty Donna was livid, she had been kept waiting far too long and the train they were supposed to get on has left, they are here for another hour and a half now, so she is searching for them.

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She was a beautiful yet powerful woman, a no nonsense type of woman with a booming voice. She searched for them.

She reached the row of coaches and began trying door handle after door handle, and at that exact moment, Charlotte was settling over Amber’s knee for her spanking, neither of them were keeping a look out anymore!

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So her playful spanking began.

Meanwhile Aunty Donna had found an open door and boarded the row of carriages, she was walking towards them, and as she did so she could hear the giggling and the smacking.

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Aunty just knew that this was them, they were once again up to mischief, she slowed down and slowly crept up to the compartment they were in …

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They were caught red handed!

“Charlotte! What on earth are you doing naked on a train! Look at you both, I hardly dare think what you have been up to besides play spanking. But my word, the play is over, you are both getting a real one young ladies, right now!”

She made Amber get over her knee first.

She got a hard fast spanking, her cheeks soon glowing!

This time people could hear, the smacks and squeals drifted through the station!

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“Owww Aunty stop, people can hear!”

“Not so much of a game now is it you naughty girl!”

Charlotte looked on horrified, she knew hers was going to be worse, much worse, it always was!

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She was not to be disappointed!

“Right….you! Here! Now!

Oh dear, this was going to be her hardest one yet.

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Oh the shame!

To be spanked over her Aunt’s knee, naked!

She could not help but let out squeals and yelps as the hard spanks rained down on her rosey red cheeks, and…. oh no, she could hear people talking, they must be able to hear!

Oh but my dear little Charlotte, it got so much worse.

….her spanking was the hardest yet, her cheeks were on fire, and the only clothing Aunty let her put on after her spanking, were her shoes, as she smacked her bottom on the way down the corridor, off the train and on to the platform!

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* * *

The Wooden Spoon and Charlotte’s Revenge

Back in her days at school, Charlotte was such a naughty young girl, who got into lots of scrapes, and was spanked or caned many many times. (Luckily for us eh?)

She went to an all girl’s school, where next door there was an all boys school.

You can imagine the goings on near the railings or gates and such like, it was a constant worry for the staff. All the girls were told not to fratenise with the boys, but of course, telling girls at the ages of 16, 17, 18 not to do something, especially when boys are involved, was like telling them to try it!!

Charlotte found a little corner of the playing fields, where, behind a large bush was a space, which bordered onto the boys school. To keep a long story short, she eventually got to know quite a few of them and  found that showing her bare bottom to them whilst they masturbated could be quite rewarding financially!

The word spread eventually to the staffroom, and the headmaster at the boys school caught her out, and after getting her name from a school book in her satchel, he reported her to the Headmistress of the girls school.

Her Mummy was summoned to the school to hear all about her daughters behavior, she was a proud lady and had never been so embarrassed in her life as she was at the interview. After all her previous misemeanours it was a case of sort it out or remove her from the school!

Charlotte had already suffered a spanking from Miss Black, and was in great danger of a public caning in the main hall.

Mummy managed to talk Miss Black out of exclusion, by saying that she would deal with her at home, and make sure she would never repeat this action again.

This is where our story begins,  Mummy has driven Charlotte home in silence, obviously fuming!

 

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Very little was said during the journey, Mummy just kept tutting and shaking her head. But when they pulled up the drive the wrath of Mummy exploded!

“Don’t you ever, I mean EVER show me up like that again young lady. My word you are going to have such a sore bottom tonight!”

Mummy got out of the car, leaving Charlotte very nervous indeed.

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Mummy made her way to Charlotte’s door, the footsteps getting closer made her shudder in her tummy.

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Mummy opened the door and yanked Charlotte out by her hair!

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Poor Charlotte knew a very bad spanking was on its way and was soon out of the car heading towards it!

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Her bottom got its first smack before even reaching the back door, everyone around could hear, Mummy was telling her off so loudly!

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It was a sunny day, people were around, and soon they began to gather at the end of the drive, or across the road, to see what the commotion was! It didn’t bother Mummy at all, and things got rapidly worse for our naughty girl, her dress was pulled up and she got some smacks on her knickers, whilst the people could see.

“Stop Mummy please…people can see!”

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Things got rapidly worse for Charlotte, or from the onlookers point of view, better!

Her Mummy spoke very loudly to them all, “She has been a very naughty girl and is going to get a damn good spanking on her bare bottom! You all wait there for a while and you’ll hear, but let it start right here!!”

Without further ado Mummy pulled her knickers down and gave her six brisk smacks!

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“Awwww no Mummy no, please don’t, look the girls from the posh school are here now!”

Two of her biggest rivals from the posh estate were now stood laughing and pointing at her.

Mummy was still not deterred, she pushed Charlotte into the kitchen, and deliberately left the door open, so Charlotte could hear them talk and giggle, and the growing crowd could hear the smacks and squeals!

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smack…. owwwwww   smack… ohhh Mummy stop my bottom my bottom it hurts! ….smack smack owww ooooh!!

“This is only the start young lady!”

The crowd outside hushed as they listened to the proceedings… everyone knew what a very naughty and sometimes quite haughty young girl she was. Little sympathy was coming, in fact a lot were saying ‘she has needed this a long, long time!’

Her telling off went on and on and people began to laugh again as details of her naughtiness were shouted by Mummy.

“Ohhhh don’t shout so loud Mummy, please!”

“Shut up! Everyone is going to know your shame you little hussy!”

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“It’s no good looking so sorry for yourself, and mark my words you will be doing soon, it’s the wooden spoon for your bare bottom madam!”

Charlotte heard the intake of breath and murmers from the crowd outside and the neighbours over the fence too.

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Charlotte was close to tears, but a strange feeling was rushing through her body. The fact that people could hear, and had already seen her get spanked a little excited her. Her pussy liked the experience, she wanted more humiliation.

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She watched sulkily as Mummy went for the wooden spoon.

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When Mummy came back she told her, “Right, I am going to show your bottom no mercy with this Charlotte, upstairs with you, to your bedroom, right now!”

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And so the chase began. Charlotte desperately trying to avoid the stinging smacks of the wooden spoon and Mummy trying to redden her cheeks every step of the way…

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Charlotte had been chased upstairs before, and as soon as Mummy began lifting her skirt she was off!

“Did I give you permission to pull those knickers up Charlotte?” shoted Mummy, her voice could be heard outside and this bought forth a fit of giggles, they could all picture  what was happening!

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The staircase acted like an echo chamber, each smack resounded as did each squeal! The upstairs windows were open and the ‘audience’ could follow the performance!

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smack! oooooowwww!

Charlotte tried so hard to flee, but Mummy had a firm hold of her dress, she could feel herself losing her balance!

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whack!! oooooh….ooh oooh

Mummy pulled her back, she was going to make the most of the spanking on the stairs, poor Charlotte felt like she was climbing through treacle, another resounding smack on her left cheek made her scream…..owwwwwwwwwwww my bottom, my bottom, oh Mummy please stop please stop!

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That will be a bruise in the morning!

The stairs gave an ideal position for her bottom to be spanked almost at eye level, so Mummy did just that!

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Charlotte was wriggling furiously now, but there was no escape for the naughty girl.

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As one mark faded another was applied, Mummy was in full swing, and with all her might Charlotte pulled almost free. Mummy was hanging on to her knickers!

“Mummy you are ripping my school pants!”

“I’ll rip them off in a minute, conme back here!”

The crowd outside laughed at this.

Oh dear, Charlotte slipped and the step onto the landing acted as a spanking bench where Mummy got two really good stinging smacks well placed on the centre of each cheek of her delightful rump!

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At least at the top of the stairs there was an end in sight for the burning of her cheeks, her bedroom, “Right…in you go!”

 

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“But Mummy, everyone will hear my spanking, they are all out there and the window is open, please please no…no no Mummy please!”

No choice was given…smack smack smack…”In  NOW!!”

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“Get over there” shouted Mummy. The bedroom glowed a beautiful pink to match her rosey bottom!

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Charlotte was now doing exactly as she was told and hurried to the spanking position, her bedroom window, where the crowd was stood below, waiting.

“Here she is!”

Oh the humiliation…

“Right young lady, present that bottom, come on, on tip toes. Now keep your eyes open and look at the all, now tell them you are a naughty girl and need a jolly good spanking!”

She could see them all, twice as many as expected and right at the front were the posh girls, but now six of them! They pointed and giggled at her predicament again.

“I am a naughty girl and need a jolly good spanking, don’t I?”

They all shouted…”YES!!!”

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And so it began….Charlottes most humiliating spanking ever, a public one on her own street, in her own bedroom, before neighbours and rivals, oh the shame. They saw her hop and jump about, they heard every smack and squeal.

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Once more the sensation hit her, being on view, being humiliated made her pussy throb, it made it moist, she was so turned on!

“Right, that’s the public spectacle over with, I hope you feel disgraced and ashamed of yourself!”

Charlotte thought…. “Actually I was almost cumming!”

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She was pulled into Mummy’s bedroom…

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Charlotte wondered why she was there if her punishment was over, but then came those awful words….

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“You just wait until daddy gets home!!” And just then she heard a car door….oh no!!!!

CHARLOTTE’S REVENGE!

Charlotte still continues to be naughty, and still gets her delightful bottom spanked quite often, but let me tell you about what happened around three months after the above story.

It began in her bedroom, which incidentally  is decorated in the manner of a Princess, suits her don’t you think?

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She earned a little money from odd jobs and helping out after school at a cafe from time to time.  Shoes were a great love and she was saving up for a lovely pink pair she had seen. Only that morning she had counted the money, and in her bedroom after school she had three pounds to put away in her special box, so feeling pleased she counted it again, only to find there was £30 short!

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Her little face looked quite sad as she tried to puzzle out what could have happened, an idea shot into her head, but surely it couldn’t be that, so she checked the money again, just to make sure.

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It was definitely missing!

Her mind raced and no matter how hard she tried to think of another explanation, she couldn’t. You see, her Mummy also had a passion for shoes, and had been wanting this pair for weeks whilst they were in a sale, which ended today, surely she wouldn’t have  taken it,

….surely not!

There was only one thing to do, ask her, but how?

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So off she set, she could hear her downstairs, in the kitchen.

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Half way down the stairs she stopped to think, was she being silly?

No! It was the only possible reason she could think of.

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“Mummy…are you there, I don’t suppose…ohhh!”

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There, before her very eyes was Mummy, proudly looking at the shoes, and she knew from what Mummy had said that she could not afford them.

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Mummy tried to explain best she could.

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All the usual excuses which Charlotte herself had tried many times came tumbling out of Mummy’s mouth.

I was going to put it back.

I was only borrowing it.

I needed the shoes, the sale ended today!

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A strange but wonderful thing happened then. Where her voice of authority came from she will never really know, but she told Mummy that if this was her she would spank her for it, and seeing as the roles are reversed she thought the same should happen to Mummy!

“So Mummy, I am going to spank you, over to the sofa NOW!!”

Charlotte walked over to the sofa and sat down.

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It was an amazing feeling, she began to use the same words Mummy would use, and believe it or not Mummy obeyed her, meekly.

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She looked up at Mummy, and as calmly as you like she said …

“Well? I’m waiting, over my knee now young lady!”

Young lady indeed, but yes, she altered the roles completely and Mummy did as she was told without question!

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Just like a naughty school girl Mummy began to bend over her knee, oh Charlotte was going to enjoy this! All those times she had been over her Mummy’s knee for stinging spankings. Now she was going to make her pay. The moment she began to bend over was wonderful!

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Charlotte’s face lit up the moment her Mummy was over her knee!

Look at her smile, she is loving it isn’t she?

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Mummy’s trousers came down in an instant

“Are you ready Mummy, you naughty girl?”

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“Awwww, yes I am, I am ready for my spanking, I am indeed a naughty girl” said Mummy, and it began in ernest, a resounding smack echoed across the room instantly.

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smack, spank, crack….. Charlotte’s hand began to rise and fall, cheek to cheek as the memories of those spankings flooded in, she knew exactly where it hurt most and how it felt!

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“Ohh owwww ooooh my bottom, I’m sorry, I’m sorry!”

Mummy tried her best to get mercy but none came, Charlotte new very well what it was like to ask for mercy, only for the smacks to get harder and faster!

So without further ado she yanked her Mummy’s knickers down and proceeded on the bare!

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“Yes Mummy, on the bare bottom! You are a naughty girl and need a bare bottom over the knee spanking don’t you?”

Charlotte hated it when Mummy asked her this, so knew how Mummy would feel.

“Yes, I am, owwww a naughty oooooooh girl smack smack smack, and I need a good hard bare bottom, oohhhh owww over the knee spanking!”

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Charlotte giggled which added to Mummy’s humiliation!

smack smack smack spank!

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The spanking was now in full flow, Charlotte was enjoying her role and Mummy was finding out what a heavy hand her daughter had got.

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Charlotte could see her Mummy’s bottom getting red, so she concentrated on the ‘sit spot’ she knew how much it hurt.

Then she saw a movement out of the corner of her eye, Mum was trying to move the slipper out of sight, so she told her Mummy sternly, “Pass me the slipper you naughty girl!”

“No not the slipper, Charlotte, please no no no not the slipper!”

“Oh yes…the slipper!”

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Mummy was wriggling and kicking like a fourteen year old, screaming and making such a fuss!

whack! went the slipper, as it landed full force…ooooowwwwwww!Another ten or fifteen smacks with the slipper followed fast and hard as the spanking came to an end.

Charlotte, panting and out of breath then said something which made her feel powerful and dominant.

“Now get to your room!”

Oh how often had she left the room with a stinging red sore bottom with those words ringing in her ears!

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“…and don’t let it happen again Mummy”

Mummy was crying and dying to rub her bottom as she left saying.

“No Charlotte, I won’t, I’m sorry….sniff”

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That night somthing beautiful happened.

Charlotte lay in bed masturbating at what had happened.

And at the same time, Mummy did the same, as she lay rubbing her bottom feeling the heat.

The End

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The Violin Lesson

Allow me to inroduce you to ‘Mummy Bear’, a refined beautiful lady who  as well as running her Theatre in London, specialises in the instruction of the violin.

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She has appeared at the Albert Hall, and is an accomplished violinist.  Nowadays nearly all her time is devoted to her Theatre, but she allows herself an afternoon a week, in her parlour.  for violin tuition. It is a break from the normal and the violin is something she could never give up.  She expects all her students to be as keen as herself and adhere to her methods, which include much practice and preparation.

If students do not stick to this regime, they are dealt with severely.

Charlotte, one of her favourite students has been slacking lately, and Mummy Bear suspects that she will not have rehersed her practice piece as much as she should have. Charlotte knocks at the door…”Come in!”

As usual a very friendly greeting and the usual niceties ensue.

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“Hello dear, I hope you didn’t find the pice too difficult, I am looking forward to hearing it, it has always been a favourite of mine.”

Charlotte fidgets and blushes. “Well I have tried really hard Mummy Bear, but confess that I am struggling with it.

“Then play it for me my dear, let’s see if you are any better than last week, I’m sure you will be if you have put the practice in.”

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So Charlotte tried her best, which in all honesty was terrible. It was soon apparent that she had put very little work into it.

 

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Mummy Bear had been waiting for this, she knew exactly what her performance would be like. “That my girl was the worst rendition of that beautiful piece of music it has ever been my misfortune to hear!”

Charlotte looked down feeling very guilty, her lips pouting and eyes pleading for forgiveness.

“It’s no good looking to the floor for help is it? Have you actually tried the piece at all?”

“No Mummy Bear.” Charlotte began to cry, she knew what was coming. Her parents and herself had signed a disciplinary document and she knew that she was to be punished.  “I’m sorry Mummy Bear, hosest, I’ll practice for next week, honest I will!”

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Some of the Chorus Girls were walking by the room and heard the raised voices. This haughty young lady had ignored every offer of friendship given by them when she came for her lessons. She looked down her snooty nose at them and felt above them.  She usually walked by them with a superior look and her nose pointed in the air. They loved what they heard, and took it in turns to look through the keyhole.

“You naughty girl!” Admonished Mummy Bear. “I am going to teach you a lesson today alright, one you will not forget in a hurry!”

Charlotte was ordered to come to Mummy Bear’s right hand side. Her voice was commanding and clear, gone was the anger and annoyance, it was replaced by authority and domination.

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Charlotte, even with her outward haughty appearance to girls around her own age, was very different sort of girl inside. She felt a little excited by this, her pussy twitched as she was chastised. She meekly walked to where she was told.

Mummy Bear grabbed her arm and pulled her over her knees!

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Pulling back with all her might Charlotte could not stop being pulled over. “Don’t you resist me young lady, over now!”

The spanking began almost at once and the girls at the door loved every smack, eagerly waiting their turn to kneel and look through the keyhole at Charlotte’s punishment.

“Ohhhh she is getting a full strength Mummy Bear spanking! Go on Mummy Bear, make her squeal!”

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The blows were fully hard from the onset, Mummy Bear saw no point in building up slowly, this was not a pleasure spanking, it was a punishment. Charlotte began to kick and scream and her legs were close to the violin at one point. “Keep your legs down, if you kick that violin off you will get such a thrashing!”

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The thought of that happening made Mummy Bear decide to move on to a bare bottom spanking, so the dress was pulled up and her open back bloomers pulled apart. The smacks really echoed through the air then, and the girls huddled the other side of the door giggled.

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Mummy Bear heard the giggle and knew it would be very embarrassing for Charlotte. “Yes I can hear them too, I have a good mind to open the door and let them all look! I have seen how aloof you have been with my girls!”

…..smack smack smack, the slaps got harder and firmer.

Charlotte was horrified to know the girls were there and tried hard to stifle her squeals, without success. But at the same time, deep inside, she loved the thought.

….owwww ohhhh oh my bum my bum….owwwwww!

The girls laughed at this point! Even Mummy Bear managed to smile too, despite her concentration.

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By this time every burning smack made  her bottom feel as if it was on fire, she began to kick about again!

“Ohhhh I have had enough of this, kicking about like a little girl, get up!”

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The girls outside knew what was coming, the heavy backed ebony hairbrush. Oh this would hurt a lot, they so wanted to hear the cracks of wood on already sore plump rump flesh! Especially hers!

They soon got their wish, Mummy Bear really let her have it, the brush landed time and time agian, loud cracks and squeals made them all look at each other. Outside the door the girls were now all masturbating in a group to the sound of the haughty girls bare bottom thrashing!

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Mummy Bear was in full flow now, and Charlotte was in burning sore bottom agony, she could not care less about the girls now and screamed and screamed. The whacks got harder as the brush was raised higher and higher. Even at this point a part of her craved and lapped up what was happening.

SMACK….owwwwwwwwwwww

CRACK….howwwwlll

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Mummy bear was now not just spanking her for being a disobedient student, but for being a haughty upper class girl who needed bringing down a peg or two. And for the Chorus Girls too, she wanted them to enjoy this as much as they could.

For poor Charlotte the unthinkable happened then, all the girls were marched in and told to stand in a semi circle, all eight of them, to watch a bare bottom caning of sorts, with the violin bow! Charlottes pussy dripped, despite the pain. She was on show to The Chorus Girls! The very beautiful Chorus Girls.

This is what they saw…

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…her bottom and the top of her thighs were already red raw, surely the violin bow marks would barely be visible, but as the thin bow swang and landed with a loud crack, after each whistle, they saw even deeper red lines rise up on that poor bottom.

This was one of the hardest caning style spankings ever, and they loved it!

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They clapped every stroke and cheered Mummy Bear on.

Charlottes bottom was aglow and she was squealing for England at every viscious cutting crack of the violin bow. It was playing it’s own tune now at the hands of a maestro!

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Now as we all know the last stroke is always the hardest, and this was proved true by Mummy Bear. She took a step back, adjusted her stance and the violin bow almost bent double as it whistled through the air to strike Charlotte’s bottom, her head threw back and her hair shot up under the impact…

whaaaaaaaaaaack…..owwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwww!

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Her thrashing was over, she sobbed and said she would always practice from now on. She was made to stay there a while and not allowed to rub her bottom as the girls just stood, with satisfied smiles.

The thrashing over, but a need deep inside Charlotte was lit. Night after night after her thrashing she masturbated as she looked at her fading marks.

She had a dream now… to be a CHORUS GIRL! and be spanked every day if she could!!!

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Charlotte the Naughty Maid

Charlotte is sure she is alone in the big old house where she works.

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She lights a candle, and creeps down one of the creaky corridors and stops at an oak door. She listens, just to make absolutely sure all is safe.  It seems quiet, so gently she opens the door and creeps in.

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Oh good, just as she suspected, all is quiet. She likes this room, it’s exciting to her. She walks over to the dressing table and stands in the silence to smell the fragrance of her Mistress.maid 3 low

She lights the oil lamp and bends down, in her usual delightful manner, to blow out the candle.

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She watches the smoke rise wistfully into the still air and laughs to herself happily.

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The dressing table has the punishment hairbrush which belongs to her lovely Mistress, resting upon it, and she recalls some of the spankings she has received.

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You can see her in the mirror gazing at it.

Her attention then goes to the beautiful dress, and she remembers how her Mistress looked in it, just the other night.

She walks to it and takes it in her arms.

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Her hand slips down to where the soft curvy bottom of her Mistress would be, and she dances around the room with it, holding it close, smelling the exotic perfume.

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Now feeling in a somewhat dreamy state, she hangs the dress back up, and her eyes go to the dressing table, and in particular the spanking brush!

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She caresses the brush and an idea comes into her mind, and not for the first time in this room!

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Oh I think she heard us say those words out loud! Look how naughtily she looks at us. Yes little madam! We know where you are taking us.

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Slowly she watches herself draw up her dress and undergarments.

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To bare that naughty bottom. Now come on Charlotte, you can do better than that, present that bare spankable bottom for us!

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That’s more like it. Oh I love it when she bends over and her pussy shows, don’t you?

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Oh God yesssss!!!

I adore open back bloomers. What an invention! I love the Victorians for creating such styles.

Anyway….

She decides it is time to give herself a spanking, she is rather good at self spanking is our naughty maid Charlotte.

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What a lovely smile, but it soon alters to gasps and squeals as she does it harder…

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and harder…

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The spanking left Charlotte the very naughty maid feeling somewhat moist, it was still quiet in the house, so she sat on the chaise longue.

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The candle in the holder looked inviting and naughty, slender and long.

A little song she used to sing with her friends came to mind.

All the nice girls love a candle,

All the nice girls love the wick,

Because there’s some thing, about a candle,

That reminds them of a prick!

Slips in easy

Nice and greasy

It’s a poor gilrs pride and joy

so…. etc etc

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She took it from the holder.

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And examined it very closely, “Oh my, it’s true, they are greasy!”

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She opened her bloomers, and looked from the candle to her pussy.

It didn’t look to big at all, maybe a little long, but…

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She rubbed it up and down her clit, slowly for ages and ages.

The moans she let out were little at first, but slowly grew.

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She held it on the edge of her lips, and slowly slid it in.

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She took the full length and could resist no longer, it began to slide in and out,

in and out,

faster and faster.

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Before long her her arm was moving faster than a fiddlers elbow as she fucked herself hard with it, she moaned even louder as the first signs of orgasm rattled through her clit and then her whole body…

Lets leave her in privacy shall we?

THE END

The Conservatory Girl

Daughters!

Sometimes a delight.

Sometimes a pain in the arse!

More often than not, it’s a pain in theirs!

My dear daughter Charlotte for instance, most of the time she is the type of girl you want to show off to family and friends. A girl to be proud of. Funny, intelligent, polite and pretty. But at other times she just cannot help herself.  I sometimes ask myself if she gets in trouble on purpose, just to get the slipper!

Take the other day for instance. I left her in the house alone, with instructions to be a good girl, and tidy the house. fair enough, she had tidied up, the house looked lovely.

BUT…

Behind our house live two teenage boys , both good looking boys, and a couple of doors away lives  this man, a Mr Jones, he is nice, a little odd at times, but always a gentleman. I have noticed that all three seem to spend a lot of time in the back bedrooms of their houses, almost as if they are looking into my conservatory.

Now in between the two afore mentioned houses is the epitomy of a ‘Mrs Busybody’! The type of woman who misses nothing. Mrs. Wimpole,  (yes the name suits her doesn’t it?!)

She has told me that my daughter exposes herself in the conservatory. Of course I told her not to be silly, but all the same, it would explain why the two boys and the man look wouldn’t it?

Anyway, I dismissed it as just being her causing trouble.

But alas, I was wrong.

It seems that after tidying up, naughty Charlotte had time on her hands. And as the saying goes…’the devil makes work for idle hands!’

It seems she wandered into the conservatory and saw the two boys and Mr Jones looking again.

It also seems that all three were there, waiting for what I know now to have been a regular show!

By all accounts she walked around in a provocative way, making it obvious she knew that they were looking.

Then! Can you believe it, she sits in the wicker chair and starts to masturbate! Taking her time and toying with them.

After talking to all concerned it appears she used a cushion to rub herself against whilst they looked. And don’t forget, she is in her school uniform!

Wiggling her bottom at them, both in her large white school knickers, and also without them!

I had no idea this was going on, of course. But who should decide to have a look out of the window? Mrs. Wimpole.

Without further ado she rings me as I am driving home, and tells me.

She even threatened to call the police!

I assured her that all was well and that I was only two minutes away. I was so angry!

I pulled up a little down the road, so as not to alert my naughty daughter and stormed up to the back door, and sure enough, there she was!

I could hear her moans as I approached, so I would not be at all surprised if my neighbours on both sides had been listening too. I was so embarrassed.

I stood in shock, I could hardly believe my eyes!

There she was, close to orgasm, rubbing the pillow with her pussy very hard and fast!

I stood for a few seconds and coughed loudly!

She turned in absolute shock. Obviously the two boys, Mr Jones, and Mrs. Wimpole could all see, and they all laughed uproariously as she was caught. Mrs Wimpole even clapped in delight!

To make matters worse, MUCH WORSE! she shouted…

“Oh fucking hell, it’s my Daddy!”

The laughter reached a new crescendo.

She started to pull her school panties up, in desperation, and some stupid idea of modesty!

I told her not to even think about doing so!

and called her over to me…

I sat down and gave her a good telling off, much louder than needed really, but I wanted them all to hear.

“Mrs Wimpole was right then, you come in here to masturbate before the two boys over there, and it seems Mr. Jones is not averse to having a look either! I am ashamed of you Charlotte.”

“I’m sorry Daddy.”

“Oh you will be! Come here!”

“If you want to show your bottom off to everyone, you can do, whilst you wait!”

“Wait for what Daddy?” Replied a very worried looking young Charlotte.

“A spanking! What do you think?”

Mrs Wimpole began to clap in delight again.

“Put your hands on your head, and show them what a naughty young silly girl you are.”

 

I continued to chastise her, and then told her to bend over.

She looked to the boys, then to Mr Jones, and heard Mrs Wimpole laugh and shout, “Make sure she does not sit down for a week!”

At which she bent right over, in submission to her fate.

“Right I am going for the slipper, you stay like that!”

The slipper is an old heavy leather one I use for spanking. I took a very long time fetching it too, so that she could feel some humiliation.

I returned and said…”Right then young lady, get over my knee!”

Nervously she did so.

I began with my hand on her bare upturned bottom. The smacks echoed in the conservatory, so too did her wails of anguish and pain. I did not start off at all lightly, this was meant to hurt and I spanked by hand until my palm hurt.

Then I took up the slipper and let her have it hard for a good ten minutes, during which she…

… squealed and begged for mercy, but I carried on relentlessly.

But I did not stop until her bottom was crimson.

In other words, she had what we call here in England, ‘A jolly good over the knee bare bottom spanking!”

She was sent to bed then, with no supper. In the morning when she left for school, news had spread fast on the street. I made her walk to school, and I imagine it was a very embarrassing journey!

THE END

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

Time to Pay

The lady on the cover is Monica, she has a great interest in justice and discipline.

Many was the time she had had a conversation with a friend and discovered that something from the past was gnawing away at them. After one such evening with friends, an idea entered her mind as she tried to get to sleep…

“just imagine if there were girls out there who would love to be punished for a past misdeed, to rid their mind of it.” was the thought in her mind as she drifted to sleep.

She was quite well off, she ran her own interior design business, commanded a good salary, and had lots of excuses for trips out here and there.  She spent time over the next weeks finding an office to rent and when she did, she furnished it.

She used her skills and free time getting the office ready, an office where her idea would come to fruition.

When it was ‘just so’, she went home, and went to bed, to lie there thinking of how to say exactly what she wanted to. This was her way of sorting things out, she once more drifted to sleep with ideas of discipline in her mind.

The next day she went on line and put an advert in a national newspaper. It read as follows…

Ladies Only

Do you have a misdeed from your past lurking in your mind, stopping you sleep? Would admitting it to me, and receiving physical punishment for it help? If so reply in STRICTEST confidence to box number 81151

Mistress Monica

The following Wednesday morning on her way to work she picked up the newspaper and there it was, would anyone read it? Would anyone ever reply?

Unbeknown to her, a girl name Charlene purchased a copy of the paper and sat down on her train as she travelled to work. She got to the page and read the advert, her hands trembled slightly. She closed the paper quickly and put it down on the table.

Seconds later she picked it up again, and one phrase in particular slipped into her brain, and never went away. ‘Physical punishment’…

She knew what it meant, and for the rest of the day she could not concentrate.

That night she went on line and replied to the advert.

Her reply was short…

“I have a worry on my mind from over ten years ago, I was evil to a girl at school, she almost had a nervous breakdown. I need to be punished for it. I want the thought to go away.”

A few short notes went back and forth, and within a week she found herself at Mistress Monica’s Office. She climbed the stairs and knocked on the door, precisely on time. “Come in.” said a crisp, strict voice.

She opened the door and walked in to what looked like a classroom. The lady was sat at a desk and did not look up. She knew instinctively to go to her, and with her heart beating she began to walk between school desks and up to Mistress Monica…

Charlene walked to the desk and introduced herself to Mistress Monica. Conversation was short and sweet, it was soon quite obvious that she was not here to make a new friend.

“I am not interested in you life story, or in sympathising with your troubled mind Charlene. The simple fact is that you have something troubling you, and the only way to give you peace is to punish you as someone should have done years ago. Then you can go on your way, I am not your Domme as such, I am here to listen, pass judgement, and execute the punishment, is that clear?”

Charlene felt quite nervous and intimidated, but also knew that it was exactly what she wanted to hear and how she wanted to feel at this moment. Meekly she answered. “Yes Mistress.”

Monica nodded in satisfaction and told her to tell her story, clearly and without rambling.

Taking a deep breath she began…

“I left school ten years ago Mistress, and whilst I was there I bullied a girl, so badly that she went off ill, almost suffering a nervous breakdown. I caught her masturbating one day, and told her I was going to tell everyone unless she did as I said. It was only meant to last a day or two, but I enjoyed it so much it went on for two years. I made her lick my shoes, give me sweets, steal for me and… oh all the usual things a bully does….but…but”

Monica slapped the desk. “Spit it out!”

Almost in tears Charlene continued. “The last day I saw her I made her give me her knickers, and not wear any for the day. At the end of the day she came to me and I was waiting with my friends. I felt so big, showing off my little pet before them. I put her knickers on the floor and pissed on them, and then made her put them on! They all laughed as she did so crying. We followed her to the bus and just as she got on I told the passengers that she had wet herself and pulled her skirt up and knickers down. A lot of them laughed and she just broke down. She was so scared of me she never told her Mummy or the Teachers what had really happened. She just said she had wet herself, and sat down. I left school and never saw her again, she did not come back to school, she left and went to another.”

Monica stared at her in contempt, then looked at her book, which she had compiled over the last few weeks. She had listed all sorts of ideas and rated many crimes on a scale of 1 to 10, ten being the worst. “This in my view is a category eight offence. Strip naked before me!”

Monica had spent her money wisely on desks, a stool, a cane, some straps and plimsolls, along with an old briefcase and teachers table. Even the walls were decorated with erotic punishment, original art.  She wanted the room to look like a place to be punished.

The girl before her excited her, her first customer. To see her in her power, stripping naked thrilled her, especially as she could see her hands shaking. This is what she had always wanted, a woman to admit she needs punishment and to take it willingly. A woman to submit to her for whatever punishment she deemed fit.

But most of all it was being called ‘Mistress Monica’ that thrilled her and made her knickers moist.

From Charlene’s point of view, being made to strip naked before this powerful woman was perfect. She had needed to be punished for so long, and now it was going to happen. She could feel the eyes of Mistress Monica looking at her, and it almost made her drip.

As she turned to her Mistress naked, she realised that she had placed a school uniform on the desk beside her.

Mistress Monica spoke to her sternly once more. “Put this uniform on Charlene, you committed your crime at school, it only seems fitting you should be dressed as a schoolgirl again when you are punished. I am going to give you twelve of the best, with the cane, on your bare bottom.”

Charlene shuddered…

Mistress Monica passed the uniform piece by piece for Charlene to put on, starting with the white regulation size school knickers.

Charlene’s eyes widened as she saw them, they were exactly as she used to wear.

It was at this point that Charlene realised there might be more to her need to be punished than just putting a guilty conscience to rest.

Mistress Monica started to talk to her in a certain way, and it excited her.

“Now then you naughty girl, lets make you look smart for your punishment.”

She began to tug at her collars and straighten her dress. She found herself wishing and hoping that her Mistress would straighten her knickers. Which she thought to herself, would be quite damp.

Mistress Monica leaned over to pick up the cane, Charlene was transfixed and just could not take her eyes of the evil looking three foot piece of slender curved handled, pale yellow, flexible rattan, which swayed gently as Mistress pulled it towards herself.

Mistress Monica continued to talk to Charlene in her seductive, voice of authority…

She flexed the cane and looked directly into her eyes. Speaking slowly with a slight pause between almost every word.

“You

…have been

…a very

…naughty girl Charlene

…haven’t you?”

Charlene was now shaking with a mixture of fear and sexual excitement. She replied as bravely as she could. “Yes Mistress.”

Mistress kept flexing the cane as she spoke. “You are going to bend over the stool, and present your naughty bottom for me as well as you can. I am then going to cane you without mercy. Twelve of the best, on your bare bottom.”

“yes Mistress”

Under the dreadful stare of Mistress Monica Charlene was ordered to go to the stool and bend over.

Charlene had butterflies in her tummy and felt quite sick, but managed to remain dignified and did as she was told. She bent over the stool as Mistress Monica instructed.

She felt very vulnerable and embarrassed.

Yet strangely, her feeling of excitement grew even more, she wanted her bottom to be the best her new Mistress had ever seen, and tried very hard to present it well.

Mistress Monica lifted Charlene’s school gymslip, and stood back to admire the naughty girls bottom in her regulation, tight, white, stretched school knickers.

…her bottom could not have looked more inviting!

This was the moment they had been waiting for, for different reasons.

Mistress spoke, “The first strokes are to be on your knickers.”

Mistress Monica had a girl in exactly the position she wanted. Bottom presented willingly, waiting for the cane,  she looked at the scene before her. Her pussy twitched as she lifted the cane for the first stroke and began to whistle it down. It cut through the air with a dreadful sound…

Charlene had held this guilt for ten years and more, finally she was going to pay for her vile younger self’s misdeeds. She pushed her bottom up, waiting. She heard the cane cut through the air, this was it!

                                                              Swiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiissh CRAAACK!!!!

The first stroke landed across the tight white school knickers with a terrible resounding crack. Her cheeks wobbled and Charlene screamed.

“Keep those hands in place you naughty girl!”

“Yes Miss Yes Miss I will, I’m sorry!”

Both were surprised.

Mistress Michelle found herself gritting her teeth and wanting to thrash those cheeks hard and fast with no mercy at all. Instantly she raised the cane again to bring it back down in almost the same place. Her eagerness and feeling of lust almost overtook her.

Charlene expected pain but nothing like this, it was like a hot sabre cut across both cheeks, instantly burning to a depth which surprised her. She put her hands straight back down to grip the stool as hard as she could and even as the pain was still increasing violently, another swipe of the rattan landed on her virgin rump.

She let out a mighty squeal

OOOOOOOOOOOOWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWW!!!

Fear and panic gripped Charlene as tight as her hands were holding the top of the stool and the bar between its legs.

After the second stroke and Charlene’s disgraceful lack of control, her Mistress said. “The next ten will be on the bare, brace yourself!”

She wanted to run, her heart was beating fast, she wanted to scream for mercy, yet… yet

…she wanted to feel it on the bare, she wanted to push her bare rump high into the air and show her Mistress what a wanton slut she was…

She replied loud and clear, “Yes Mistress, thrash my naughty bottom, show it no mercy, I need to be punished, thrash me…yesss, thrash me Mistress!”

Charlene gripped the stool on the bar between two of the legs and waited for Mistress to take hold of the elastic of her knickers. The feeling of submission grew as they began to slide down. The warm touch of her hands against her bottom excited her

The first stroke of the cane on her bare bottom made her scream, she gripped the stool as hard as she could. She imagined the girl whom she had bullied all those years ago was before her, watching. She shouted out loud…

“Owwwwwwwwwwwwwwwww I’m sorry Gilly, I’m so very sorry, I wish you were here to see me get my bottom caned, I am so very very sorry…sob”

Mistress Monica picked up on what she had called out. “So I presume Gilly is the girl’s name yes?”

“Yes Mistress.”

Then count them out and say sorry to her at each one until the end of your thrashing.

“Yes Mistress”

Mistress Monica picked up the pace then, and delivered the final eight strokes in quick succession…

WHACK! Five Mistress, I’m sorry Gilly!

WHACK! Six Mistress, I’m ….sob sob…sorry Gilly!

until the end…

THWACK!!! Twelve Mistress, I’m so very sorry Gilly!

Her cheeks wobbled and bucked at every stroke, but apart from losing her knickers and trying to reach back to stop the horrific strokes of the cane she got to the end of her thrashing, still on the stool with bottom presented. She squealed and wailed throughout, which satisfied Mistress Monica who felt that Gilly would be pleased with her afternoons work.

Mistress Monica told Charlene to straighten up and go to the corner of her punishment room.

The actual act of straightening up caused great distress to Charlene, as every stroke of the cane suddenly surged with new type of pain, a severe aching type of pain, on top of the burning cutting pain she already felt, she let out a cry of anguish.

“Don’t you dare rub that bottom young lady! Now lift your gymslip up, and get into the corner of my room, over there.”

Charlene began to cry, and struggled to walk, but she did as she was told and went gingerly to the corner of the room.

Charlene stood where she was told, and turned to seek approval, was she standing correctly?

“Face to the wall you naughty girl” Commanded Mistress Monica.

Note…the models were excellent but Charlene could not manage twelve hard strokes, hence only a few lines visible on her cheeks.

Charlene did as she was told and leaned slightly to the wall, in her ‘corner time’ position.

She hears Mistress Monica walk over and sit on the desk behind her. The thought of her sat so close excites her, and she does her very best to present her freshly caned bare bottom well.

She can hear her breathing get slowly deeper, then faster. Was that a little moan she had just heard?

Charlene listens, to her Mistress moving and sighing behind her.

She herself cannot stand still, her whole body moves in a gentle shake as she squeezes her thighs rhythmically together faster and faster. Her mistress is masturbating. It is so exciting to her.

A thought of her younger years ran through her mind. She recalled masturbating gently and softly in bed so her sisters did not hear. Her orgasms then were the best of her life almost. But stood here, on display, her bottom painful and sore, and her beautiful Mistress Monica just behind her fingering herself wildly was the single most erotic moment of her life. She could feel the gentle squeezes of her thighs bringing about a crecendo in her clitoris.

“Mistress?” She whispered.

“Yes my pet?” Sighed Mistress Monica, through gritted teeth.

“ There were other girls too that I bullied, so please will you punish me again sooooon….oh fuck I need to be punished often, spanked, caned, flogged, ohhh fuck me,  I’m cumming hard mistress!!”

The sound of this confession sent shock waves through the clitty of her Mistress as she rubbed. “Ohhhh ohhhhhh oh yes, yesss yesss I will my naughty little girl!”

Both had the orgasm of their lives, deliciously together.

Well! Mistress was so impressed with Charlene that a friendship flourished and blossomed into a lifestyle!

Within two months of her thrashing, Charlene was set on as Mistress Monica’s maid. Her submissive naughty maid!

Charlene will now narrate the tale:-

Hello

Do you like my uniform?

I love serving my Mistress in it.

She says she is planning a big surprise for me, but I have no idea what it is yet. I will tell you when I know.

I am trying hard in my new job, but it is difficult to please Mistress. Any little thing I do wrong is punished, usually by a spanking. This morning I was brushing the stairs and after her inspection, she found some crumbs.

I now have to wait at the very spot she found them, on my knees with my bare bottom presented, I do not know for how long. She says my naughty bottom must be on show a while and…sigh….if any of you want to give it a smack you can!

Charlene knows you are here, looking at her bottom as she works, but she dare not turn around, her Mistress might come and catch her you see.

If you remember, Mistress left her on show yesterday, with her bare bottom and pussy well presented to you, inviting as many smacks as you care to give her, she got many I hope!

Anyway, today her punishment continues, I will let her explain…

She carries on busily brushing. “Oh I am not going to be lax in doing this anymore, my naughty bottom go so many smacks yesterday from people using the stairs…sigh. Today she has made me do all…that’s ALL, the stairs again, with a tooth brush. I have been at it for ages…sulky sigh. My knees and back ache.”

Eventually Charlene got to the top of the stairs after her punishment  and wondered what to do.

The Devil makes work for idle hands, and with nothing to occupy her, she went into one of her favourite bedrooms. The red room, she loved the ambience in here, so seductive.

Before many minutes her knickers were down, and with a cushion strategically placed underneath her, she began to grind her pussy into it.

She felt and stroked her bottom.

She began to spank it as her orgasm began to creep up on her, her speed quickening.

Unfortunately for the hapless maid, the orgasm was not the only thing creeping up on her.

Mistress Monica decided to inspect the staircase, where the devil was the maid? Then she heard her moans, the bed springs, and of course, the smacks!

Stealthily Mistress crept up the stairs, she stood listening until the girl was close to orgasm…

Mistress Monica stood at the door to the ‘Red Room’ listening to the naughty maid masturbating, harder and harder. She could not believe her luck when,  just as the orgasm was about to arrive to her throbbing clitty, she shouted, quite loudly…”Oh Mistress Monica, spank me, spank me, I am such a naughty girl, Oh, ohh I need y-you Mistress, oh fuck, I, I ooooh”

She burst through the door.

“STOP! Instantly, you naughty, naughty girl!”

Charlene rocked back and forth, “but ooooh but, but, oh fuck, but…”

“I said stop…NOW!”

The orgasm teetered on the edge of ecstasy, and stayed, she was almost in convulsions.

Mistress Monica walked up to the bed, “Get on all fours now, and get your dirty little pussy off my pillow!”

Charlene was in a dither, “Yes Mistress, yes…oh Mistress, please let me…”

Mistress Monica spoke clearly and clinically. “Stop moving.”

Charlene froze, denying what could have been the orgasm of her life…

Mistress Monica watched the girl suffering, trying to stop the orgasm from her masturbation as instructed. She knew that this spanking was just what the girl wanted, and that is why she let her get so close before bursting in to stop her cumming.

She knew that if she talked to her in just the right way, and spanked her just at the right intensity, then she could make the girl orgasm as she spanked her. And she knew that if so, this could possibly be one of the best ever orgasms, one that she would remember forever.

So she began…

“You are such a naughty bad girl Charlene, masturbating in my room, rubbing that wet little pussy of yours against my pillow.”

SMACK

“Begging me to spank you as you rubbed that cunt of yours, and then getting caught!”

SMACK

“That’s right, push that naughty little bottom up for every smack.”

SMACK

“You love to be spanked don’t you?”

Smack

“Don’t you?”

SMACK…..yes yes yes! replied the naughty maid.

…the girl began to squeeze her thighs so her swollen pussy lips squeezed her clitoris.

The smacks increased in both pace and severity as the longed for orgasm came. The girl lost control completely as she shuddered and bucked like a bronco, squealing her orgasm to the heavens!

The next morning, Charlene resumed her duties, and was told to crawl to the bathroom with her bottom on show.

Mistress Monica sat on her bed and watched her

…Remember the surprise Charlene spoke of ? Well her Mistress told her she was to make some phone calls today, concerning it.

This excited the pretty maid, so she crawled to the bathroom as sexily as she could. “I wonder what it is?” she thought as she crawled.

Mistress Monica’s house was more than a little exotic, her bathroom was unusual to say the least, even her toilet lit up.

Once her maid had crawled into the bathroom, she was allowed to pull her knickers up and let her maid’s outfit hang down. Mistress sat on one of her throne like chairs, in her high heels and watched her girl do her cleaning duties. She watched the movement of her bottom, and enjoyed the flash of knickers as she stretched. Flexing her calf, so as to make her foot, dangling in her high heels, move gently, she spoke.

“I will be watching you closely today, any more mistakes and you will be back to the red room.”

Charlene had to smile, then she dared to giggle. Mistress Monica had just threatened her with a trip to ‘the red room’ if her work was not satisfactory today. Yet only last night, she had enjoyed her best ever orgasm in that very room, to the skillful touch of her Mistress. Boldly, too boldly she replied…

“The red room, oh yes please mistress! maybe I should leave everything smeary and not shiny in here.”

“You are a very bold and mischievous maid at times. Now get your cloth and clean the bottom of the bath, and keep your legs straight. I am going to show you the real reason a bath brush is in here! She lifted her short uniform, and proceeded to spank her crisp white tight panties. I am not stopping until it is finished!”

Charlene struggled to keep her legs straight as she polished frantically, her first lesson of the day sinking into her bottom quickly.

After twenty stinging smacks her Mistress told her she was going down to the kitchen to make some of the promised phone calls. “Not that you deserve any treats!”

Charlene pouted a sulk as she heard her Mistress descend the stairs.

Charlene came downstairs after finishing cleaning the bathroom. She spoke softly and subdued. “I am sorry for being cheeky Mistress, I think you will find the bathroom to your satisfaction.”

“Yes.” Answered Mistress Monica. “You should be sorry, and you will be, it isn’t 10 o’clock yet and you are going to be spanked for the second time today!”

“Awwww, yes Mistress.”

“Firstly, make me a cup of tea, and then bend over my kitchen table, at the usual place.”

“Yes Mistress.”

Charlene made the tea and served it well. Then went to the designated place, where Mistress walked to her. “Look at the laptop screen.”

Charlene looked at the screen and saw she was on a live stream to tumblr, just when you had switched on. Mistress spoke, “Now look to the screen and tell them all what a naughty slut you are and how you like to be spanked.”

So…

looking at you she struggles to speak between the hard smacks…

“I am a naughty…”

smack

“Slut, I love people to see me get”

smack

“My bottom spanked”

smack

Then Mistress Monica looks to you.

“There is much more to keeping a slutty little maid in line than punishment, as you will see.”

After the maids spanking Mistress Monica told her to carry on with her duties with her bare bottom on show.

“Today you will just have me looking at you, but in future, it could be anybody. The window cleaner, my friends, even a delivery man. No matter who comes, you will just carry on. Is that clear Charlene?”

The maid blushed at the thought, and meekly answered “yes Mistress”

And so the days passed by, spanking after spanking after spanking.

Their relationship blossomed and the avenues of Domination and submission were richly explored.

So here they are sharing a normal night, in the ‘red room’ once again, Charlene has been spanked, and it is time to retire to their boudoir, across the landing…

It was time to cross the hallway to the ‘brown room’, Mistress has something to tell her maid.

Mistress Monica and her little pet maid climbed on to the bed.

“Let me rub your naughty bottom my little girl.”

Her maid pushed her bottom up to Mistress and purred.

“I love my little girl’s bottom, Mistress loves to spank it, and my little girl likes to have it spanked doesn’t she?”

Her maid began to thrust up and down on her Mistress’s left hand and fingers as she stroked her bottom with her right hand.

“Well?”

Her maid answered, softly and meekly. “I live for your spankings, I need them Mistress.”

“Do you recall telling me after I caned you in your school uniform in my schoolroom, that you had bullied four other girls too?”

Her maid began to rub hard and fast on Monica’s finger tips, which were pushing against her clit….”Yes Mistress I do.”

“Well my dear little girl, tomorrow it is time to pay!”

She whacked her bottom.

“Owwwwwww!”

Mistress Monica concentrated on her girl’s pussy as she bobbed up and down, and as she orgasmed, arching her bottom up, she kissed her beautiful cheeks.

Mistress Monica carried on stroking her pretty little maid’s bottom, gently pulling her cheeks and pussy apart, to blow gently on them.

Her maid was eager for more information.

So Mistress told her what was going to happen tomorrow…

“I have managed to get a yearbook from your school and have contacted some who were in your class, I asked them about you being a bully, and they could all remember quite vividly, your nasty ways. I am surprised, I am glad you are nothing like that now.”

“No Miss, and I am full of guilt.”

“Oh you will feel like you have paid a price and your conscience will be lighter after tomorrow. I have got the five main girls you concentrated on, to attend a little gathering tomorrow.”

The maid’s body went stiff.

“I have a friend with an old theatre that he is refurbishing. He is letting me borrow it, and your five victims are coming along to see you get thrashed. They are very eager.”

“Ohhh Mistress.”

They both recalled the orgasms they both had when they first met and Charlene had confessed about her old ways and was caned,

“They are very eager and full of contempt for you. I am going to dress you as a school girl again, and make you bare your bottom before them, and punish you.”

Charlene felt a rush of mixed emotions surge through her body.

Mistress continued to stroke her bottom. “This beautiful bottom of yours is going to be very sore tomorrow, isn’t it?”

“Yes Mistress.”

the next morning a light breakfast was eaten and Mistress Monica checked that Charlene understood the upcoming days events.

“Yes Mistress, I understand, we are going to this little old theatre, where the girls I bullied at school are coming to see me get the punishment I have craved for so long.”

Mistress Monica told her to go and put her punishment uniform on.

When Charlene arrived downstairs with it on, Mistress picked up the senior cane, her file and led Charlene to the car.

On arrival Charlene was put to the side of the stage and told to wait, whilst suitable lights were switched on by Mistress Monica’s friend, John.

The women who had been bullied by Charlene all those years ago arrived exactly on time. Monica greeted them, and they were shown to the corner of the seating allocated to them.

Mistress went up to the stage and called their old tormentor on.

The girls watched silently at first, but when Mistress Monica began to read out details of her bullying, they could resist no longer, and began to shout at her…

“You bitch! I hope she makes you scream!”

“Show her no mercy, thrash her bare bottom!”

“Make her dance!”

“We’ve waited years for this, make her pay!”

The women calmed and listened to the long list of the horrid things Charlene had done, shaking their heads and tutting…

Mistress Monica put the stool centre stage, ordered Charlene over it, and told her to bare her bottom. The punishment began straight away in earnest with six cutting strokes. Her old victims loved it and shouted cruelly at her.

“That’s in you bitch, scream!”

“You deserve this you cow! Thrash her good Mistress, make her beg for mercy!”

“But give her none!”

“Harder Mistress, harder!”

Charlene hung on to the stool as hard as she could as the viscious whacks landed on her upturned bare bottom. The swish cut through the air to the delight of the onlookers who were now on their feet. As each resounding crack landed it echoed through the small theatre to a chorus of cheers and mocking cruel laughter.

Mistress Monica stopped, and turned to the women, “I think she should be apologising too you, don’t you?”

“yes, yes!” they called back.

So Mistress Monica told Charlene to take six more for each girl, and to apologise between the strokes…

Charlene screamed and apologised to the girls at every stroke….

right up until….

THE END

The Punishment Room

Oh look, two naughty girls outside an office looking worried…

Here at Saint Helena High School for Girls they have a special room for correction. It may just be lines, detention, or extra work, like an essay. But it can also mean spanking or even worse, the cane.

Here we see two sisters waiting outside the door late one Friday afternoon, looking thoughtful. They have had a bad term and are on report once again.

Look at them! On an afternoon when they should really make some effort, they have come with no ties, gymslips way too short and incorrect footwear.

Maybe they are just expecting yet another essay to write and a telling off.

But no!

The Headmistress and Head of Discipline have other ideas.

They are fed up of the cheek, the backchat, and their general bratty manner.

Time and time again they have shown a blatant disregard for school rules…but no more.

This is the afternoon they pay.

Day after day they walk around school as if they own it, showing off and trying to look so ‘cool’, most off the other girls would love to be in their ‘set’, but they are very aloof.

They will not be cool in ‘The Punishment Room’…

Sat waiting they discuss what might happen.

All is made clear  to their curious minds when their ‘Head of Discipline’ approaches at a brisk pace, brandishing a brand new cane and with the punishment record book tucked under her arm.

Their worst fears are realised, it looks almost certain that it will be the cane on their bare bottoms. All they really want to know right now is ‘how many strokes’.

“Good afternoon girls. At least you are prompt! But I see that both of you are not wearing your school ties, and what are those ridiculous things on your feet? You know the rules, it is black patent leather. I was going to give you six each on the bare, over the high stool. It will be nine apiece now, well done!”

She walks past the girls as they begin to cry, and opens the door. “Wait there girls, until I call, then both come in together. And you can stop that nonsense, crying will not make the slightest bit of difference. You will both have plenty to cry about later, with nine bright red stripes across your buttocks. Now think about that! I have some work to do, sometime in the next half hour I will call you in, for now you can sit and think about your naughtiness and the consequences of your actions!”

SLAM….the door bangs shut behind her.

The girls begin a terrible wait. The urge to wee comes upon them both…

{I have done the next few photos in black and white, simply because I like schoolgirls in black and white photos, we soon come back to colour though.}

Lets take a few seconds to think about the scene and the situation…

Imagine how they feel. Two naughty girls, guilty of what they are accused of, and who know that their punishment is only minutes away. They feel sick, they want to wee, and are frightened. Their Head of Discipline, Miss Evans, has arrived, a cane in her hand to meet the waiting girls at the Headmistresses Office.

the story continues….

The door opens and the fearsome Headmistress stands at her door.

One girl, Charlotte, closest to the Headmistress seems to be transfixed with the sight of the instrument of punishment held in her hand. The other, Amber dare not even look up.

Both do not want to stand up, it is as if their naughty bottoms, already quivering in expectation, are glued to the seats.

“Right! Both of you in here…NOW!”

They stand. Once again their stomachs lurch. Their knees almost buckle as with dread they begin to enter the Punishment Room. The very name of this awful room sends shivers down every girls spine at Saint Helena High School for Girls. Stories of thrashings in this room for over 30 years are spoken of in the dormitories at night. Suddenly they begin to fly through the girls minds.

Slowly they walk in, following the Headmistress. Behind them, is the head of Discipline, there is no escape. It is now that they wish they had put their ties on, worn correct footwear, rolled their sleeves down and not bothered with nail varnish that morning. It dawns on them that this action will add to their punishment. That is why Miss Evans has that smile on her face.

They move from the corridor and into the room, The Punishment Room,  Amber looks down at her friends gym slip, oh why have they both put the really short ones on, today of all days?.

The Headmistress walked to stand before them, and their Head of Discipline stood by their side.

“It’s no good huddling together, stand up straight, hands by your sides. And look at me when I am speaking to you! You will find no help on the floor, nor anywhere else in this room for that matter!”

The two girls stood to attention and stared at the Headmistress, who glared back at them with menace in her eyes.

“Look at you both! You both admit to your misdeeds. You were told to report here for punishment, and that is what you are both going to get, trust me on that. But I say again…LOOK AT YOU BOTH!”

The two girls cringed but held their positions.

“Not wearing a tie apiece, nail varnish on, eyes with make up too. Uniforms far too short! And as for your footwear, well!”

The only response to come forth was a quaking, very quiet ‘awwwww’ from the girls lips. And a plea…

“Ohhhh please Miss.” they said in unison, “Please, not the cane, please please! Not the cane!”

“Neither of you have done yourselves any favours have you?”

The girls nodded the negative, both close to crying and wetting their white school knickers.

They knew it was time to pay…

“We’ll see! lets start of with these shall we?”

{back to colour…we need to see pink!!}

The two naughty girls chastisement had finished. Time for pleading was over quickly, it was time to submit their bare bottoms to their superiors. It was… time to pay

The two brats looked very different now, doing exactly as they were told in the most submissive way.

They were told to ‘assume the position’ over the two desks, The Headmistress decided that before the cane, they would each get a taste of the plimsolls on their bare bottoms.

These are fearsome weapons in the school discipline armory. I saw them used myself at school. A thick rubber sole with very little give, they could deliver a terrible stinging blow.

They have a sound all of their own which reminds me so much of the 1960′s punishments i witnessed and felt so very often!

A deep resounding ‘WHOP’

They prepared themselves, over they went.

The two naughty girls, Charlotte and Amber look to each other before their punishment begins, they know it is only a matter of time now before their gym slips are up, their knickers down, and the first smack from the plimsoll cracks down onto their upturned bare cheeks.

Before they entered the room, as they were sat on the chairs outside, they talked of bravery…”We’ll keep quiet,  we’ll not move, we’ll just take it, let’s show them!”

Their gym slips are soon pulled up and the Headmistress, and Head of School Discipline grab hold of their white regulation knickers, ready to yank them down.

Pulling their white regulation school knickers away from their soft tender skin let a little waft of cool air onto their nervous bottoms. Their knees began to twitch, the nervousness of the two schoolgirl brats began to show.

The headmistress Of saint Helena High School for Girls looked to the Head of Discipline and smiled as she said “Not quite so clever and opinionated now are you girls?”

Then came sweet music to the ears of the Headmistress and Head of Discipline.

The two brats, the two naughty girls who deserved this so much, began to beg as their knickers were taken down to bare their delicious quivering bottoms.

Both started at the same time, the moment the cool air covered their cheeks and the sense of exposure was at its height.

“No no no Miss, please don’t spank me, I’m so sorry, please no no no!”

“Please please please no, ohh I’m ever so frightened I’ll be good I promise, stop stop, please….awwwww!”

So much for their resolve, they had not received a smack yet!

This was sweet indeed, it was exactly what the two ladies wanted to hear, they positioned their delicate plump pale white cheeks into the right position, and raised the merciless heavy rubber soled plimsolls into the air to take aim. No mercy was to be shown, it was going to be hard fast full strength whacks from the off. The girls had been asking for this for ages, and my word…

…they were going to get it! Just think of having this power, and the authority to make a young woman bare her bottom, and whack it until satisfied, knowing that the system was behind you every step of the way, and the naughty girls could do nothing about it!

The first whacks of the plimsolls landed together, whack! crack!

The two girls shuddered, and squealed in unison, as the shock and severity of the pain hit home like a well aimed stroke of the cane, it was a hot pain, a desperate sting that instantly reached their brains. It sank in deep almost instantly’’’

‘owwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwww!’

‘ahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh!’

Now there is something I may not have told you…

The punishment room is in a high corner of the school quadrangle, The windows are always open in the day time, no matter what the weather. The reason for this is so that the sound of the punishment will echo around the four walls of the quadrangle.

It was a kind of tradition that girls gathered to listen, a little like the stocks and pillories of old, the onlookers either showed sympathy or contempt.

Never has such a large group gathered, they listened to every word, they delighted in the telling off. They rejoiced in the sound of their pleas. But when the first blows landed, and both girls squealed out in pain a huge cheer went up!

These girls had ‘Lorded’ it over their peers for years, jeering at spots, or excess weight. They were nasty brats, and today was payback time for every girl who had ever felt their sarcastic tongue lash them.

This cheer had two drastic effects, firstly it urged the two administers of pain upon their upturned rumps to hit harder, faster and with even more effort.

Secondly it humiliated the girls to a new depth, both screamed out again…

“Everyone can hear us being spanked…stop stop, awwww please please stop!”

“They are laughing at us Miss, please please stop, my bottom hurts!”

“Oh grow up!…. you silly girls! Take this like all the other girls who have been in here, you have only had one smack each!”

At this laughter rippled around the quadrangle, and the  crowd of onlooking schoolgirls girls began to shout…’more, more, MORE!’

 

More resounding smacks from the plimsolls soon followed, leaving fresh red stinging smacks on their naughty cheeks. These too were accompanied by cries of anguish and pleas for mercy.

The girls outside loved it, and began to pick up the pace of the spanking with accompanying claps of their own.

This was going to be a very humiliating long hard thrashing for the naughty schoolgirls, who were making it worse for themselves all the time with their dreadful wails, screams and begging for it to stop!

Some girls started to climb upon other girls shoulders for a peek, so as to relay ‘on the spot’ information to the ever growing crowd.

The news of the brats come uppance was spreading fast. Teachers walked by, and said nothing, every single member of staff agreed with them. These two girls are getting exactly what they deserve, including their humiliation!

This was the longest ever slippering (a term used in the school, even though the implements were plimsolls) the school had known. Thoughts of the cane began to diminish from their punishers’ minds, in truth, neither of them wanted to stop using the plimsolls, the pace and rhythmic sound of slaps were too good to stop!

The Mistress and the Maid

High up in the Derbyshire hills is a huge sprawling Gothic Mansion, it lies at the end of a lane where lime trees line each side. Rooks nest in the trees and anyone approaching it is greeted by their screeching calls. The name of the three hundred year old hall is ‘The Inveigle’.

At night time the two solid square gate posts have oil lamps burning, the driveway to the stout oak doors has similar lamps along both sides its whole length. The mullioned windows entice a curious stare from anyone who is close, they exude warmth and loveliness…and hide secrets.

I want you to look up there, on the second floor, at the end. Can you see the flickering lights of one of the boudoirs? It is Lady Charlene’s room, one of the daughters of the household.

As blonde and fair skinned as she is, then equally, as dark and sultry is her maid. She calls her her ‘Pretty Raven’,  because her hair is as black as any.

If you were to climb the square lead drainpipe, and sneak a look through the lead encased glass, you would see this scene. Sexy isn’t it?

Lady Charlene is having her hair brushed, and is admiring the beauty of her maid. Sexual tension has been building up between them for many months.

Look how she admires her reflection, the seductive glow of the flickering candles on her skin make her look alluring, and ripe for picking. It is time to ask a question of her.

Lady Charlene told her maid to stop brushing her hair for a minute and looked up to her eyes. “You are a very good maid my Pretty Raven”.

The maid sighed deeply, and replied. “Thank you Ma’am.”

A silence drifted down upon them and filled the room with its hush, and not for the first time, it was broken when Mistress spoke again..”Or maybe sometimes you wish your were not so good for me?”

Slowly her hand slid up to the hairbrush, and began to take it from the maids fingers.

“I would like to be a naughty maid for you Mistress.”

Months had built up to this precious moment, both knew that this question needed to be asked, the answer she gave was exactly what both wanted to hear…

The maid gently glided down to her knees, the brush slid back into her hand, and their eyes met. Across a great divide of social class the two girls looked dreamily into each others eyes and kissed.

The Mistress whispered, ‘Of course, you know what happens to naughty maids don’t you?’

The maid offered the brush back to her Mistress as she said, ‘Oh I hope so Mistress. I do hope so.”

Lady Charlene looked down at her ‘Pretty Raven’ and stood up beside her, the hard, heavy, smooth backed hairbrush in her hand. “Oh my dear, dear, naughty maid, I have waited so long to punish you. Kneel on the miniature chaise lounge and put your hands on the dressing table.”

Breathing heavily her maid agreed. “Yes Mistress, of course Mistress.”

Both instantly had a wish granted!

The submissive maid, with her bloomers lowered and her fine rump presented, felt her first resounding smack from the hairbrush.

At the same time lady Charlene was transfixed by the sight of the willing rump before her, and after giving it a firm smack with the dark wooden hairbrush was delighted to see it turn a ripe blushing pink.

Lady Charlene warmed to the task of spanking her ‘pretty raven’. She did not rush, but studied every smack she applied with the heavy hairbrush. She looked at the impact, listened to the noise, and devoured the sight of her maid gasping with pain.

Her maid drank her punishment in, like a puppy would lap at warm cream. She pushed her bottom up for every smack, hoping to please her Mistress.

They both pleased each other very much indeed…

Then something happened which surprised the maid greatly.

After punishing the maid’s bare bottom with the hairbrush, Lady Charlene walked to her side and sunk to her knees. She took her maid’s hand, and placed the hairbrush in it, and spoke… “Now my pretty raven, I want my bottom to glow too. I need to feel the pain on my rump as well, so spank me, and do not show mercy to my cheeks. I want them to burn like yours. No matter what I say or do, no matter how much noise I make, and no matter how much I beg, I want you to decide when it is over for me. I am a naughty Mistress, and need punishing.”

The Mistress walked to the side of her maid who was now sat on the chaise lounge with the hairbrush at her side.

…look at the contrast, the maid, in a plain outfit, typical of many a maid of the day, and her Mistress, bedecked in jewels wearing a jewel encrusted dress. The gap between the two, to anyone who saw them in the world outside the boudoir was immense.

Yet here, in the Victorian Mansion called the Inveigle, up in the boudoir of her Mistress, things were very different…

“You have been a very naughty Mistress haven’t you?”

“Yes maid, I have.”

“And tell your ‘pretty raven’, what happens to naughty Mistresses?”

“They get spanked on their bare bottom by their Maid.”

“My Mistress needs to be spanked hard on her naughty bare bottom doesn’t she?”

“Yes Maid.”

“Then get over my knee…now!”

“Yes Maid.”

The Mistress nestled onto her maids lap for her first spanking by her. For many long months the sexual tension between the two had grown, starting with knowing looks and glances, and finishing on this night in Mistress Charlene’s Boudoir, with a shared spanking session.

The maid with her already sore bottom was sat on the delightfully soft chaise lounge, the heat from the hairbrush spanking sinking deep into her groin, alighting passions and need in her pussy.

Here was her Mistress, wantonly laid over her knee, having told her that she needs a long hard spanking, with no limits, and to end only when the maid is satisfied.

She lifts her beautiful shimmering red dress, to reveal high class open back bloomers, with pretty pink ribbons, framing the begging cheeks of the fine upturned rump of Mistress Charlene.

To her delight, Mistress began to thrust slowly.

She mirrored her actions with her own groin and sore bottom.

She devoured the sight before her.

She drank in the heady erotic atmosphere of the moment, and raised her hand to deliver the first smack…

Mistress Charlene had been spanked as a child, by both her Daddy and Governess, but never harshly. She had seen many of the maids get punished, and some even get birched, one of them at the bottom of the staircase with the rest of the ‘downstairs staff’ assembled to watch. She had watched from the landing with her sisters. All this had led to her need, but nothing had prepared her for the reality of a full on spanking, especially from her maid.

Many a night in her bed she had stroked her bottom and given it smacks as a prelude to masturbation, she had thought of this for many months. Her pussy was now wet and runny, she thrust against her maid’s lap and could feel her response coming back.

But the ferocity of these first smacks took her breath away, she squealed a huge squeal and remembered what she had just instructed her maid to do…

‘spank me hard, without mercy, and only stop when you are satisfied, no matter what I say or do!’

Her maid was restricted in movement but had a style all of her own…fast quick brisk smacks.

She wriggled and squirmed, she cried and begged her maid to stop, but much sooner than anticipated the maid picked up the hairbrush her Mistress had handed her, and began with that…

Her maids grip was like an iron corset, all she could do was wriggle and squeal!

The maid showed no mercy on her Mistress. The hairbrush delivered stinging slap after stinging slap, sometimes cheek to cheek, sometimes five times in one place. They fell fast and furious.

Mistress Charlene squealed and screamed, her bottom wriggled her hips jostled but there was no escape.

So lets leave the story for just a little while and think…

Here in the beautiful Gothic Mansion … ‘The Inveigle’, up in a high room, bathed in oil and candle light, two young women, switching roles, are crossing the boundaries of class, in the pursuit of spanking pleasure.

This must have happened, surely… Mistress and maid fell in love, and surely in a time of such class divides, which embraced submission and domination of the classes, from school into service, the needs of young women such as I have portrayed in this spanking tale must have been satisfied.

Imagine the following days, in their natural roles, the looks of longing and desire.

Imagine too, the rush of blood as night-time fell, and the visits to their rooms occurred.

Imagine the noise, the aroma, the need and the satisfaction.

So let us drift back to the story from our moment of realism and wistful imaginings…

After the spanking, both sore and tender, their passions were aroused. With trembling hands and beating hearts the two girls from different sides of society look into each others eyes, and hands begin to explore, and pussies begin to twitch, demanding attention.

The Mistress took back control and and said quite plainly and matter of factly, “Oh my pretty Raven, I need to see you, I need to smell you, to touch you, and taste you!”

…her hands lifted her maids skirts, to delve into her bloomers. They were wet through, her pretty maid had already orgasmed and gushed her juices as she had spanked her Mistress.

“Oh I am the same!” cried Mistress Charlene.

They looked at each other and knew that this was the time, the time for fingers to delve into moist wetness, the time for warm wet pussies to mount each other and rub frantically to bliss…

Lets leave them with some Victorian dignity, sometimes the imagination finishes a story better than my photos, lets leave them alone to share this most magical moment.

And my dear readers, let us share something too. If you masturbate, as you imagine what happens next, let me know.

I am shooting again in four days, with the same girls. To get them into the mood, at the start of the shoot, I will read them this story, it would be lovely to share your moment with them.

The End