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Rosie Bottom’s Blushing Buns Cafe – Part Two

if you haven’t done so, I should read part one first to get a feel of the scenario.

Continued….

Unbeknown to the girls, a few days before all what had happened, and  realising her waitresses behaviour was getting steadily worse, Rosie had decided that spanking the waitresses by hand was not really enough. Neither for them or her.

Both the girls and herself had needs, Dominant and submissive needs, that were not being met, so, she had sent off for a few catalogues, and found that a company called ouch.uk.com  seemed to have the best selection. She ordered two tawses and a cane.

They had soon arrived and were put into her office. She anticipated that one day she would call them in for discipline, and there before them on the desk, would be the punishment implements.

After spanking the girls by hand, on their bare bottoms before the customers, for their disgraceful behaviour, she went to her office. Surely after being publicly punished, she could leave them alone whilst she did some paperwork.

‘My word, they are in for a surprise soon!’ She thought.

She took her cafe blouse off and slipped into her office top, she hated the smell of cooking being brought into the office, so she put it in a small locker

She had got on rather well with the man who sold them to her, and decided to let him know of their impending usage. She called ‘Ouch’.. “Hello, is that Mr.. Tersley? Oh hello Roy, it’s Rosie Bottom from the Blushing Buns  Cafe, I am just ringing up to say that the punishment implements you make are excellent and will be used sooner than expected, much sooner in fact, the girls I spoke of have been very naughty and are in for a shock!”

A delighted and amused Roy Tersley thanked her for the call and said a report of their use would be appreciated, and if she was willing could  he use her words on the web site recommendations page.

She agreed, and after doing her work, followed by a coffee, she slipped back into her work attire, picked up all three implements, and returned to the cafe, and so the story resumes from where we left off in Part One…

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 Kate bent over as instructed.  The girls could see the new tawses, the smell of freshly tanned leather filled the air. Kate pleaded for mercy as soon as she saw the harsh looking implements. 

“Oh Mistress, please, that looks terrifying! Please, don’t, I’m sorry, very sorry….pleeeeease!”

“It’s time you  learned a real lesson Kate!”

Charlene walked to the cafe counter nonchalantly , leaned against it and laughed. “Spank her hard with them Mistress, make her dance, she’s a naughty girl isn’t she Mistress?”

Rosie glanced at her and tutted. “Quiet!” Then slowly pulled down Kate’s knickers to just below her beautiful ample bottom.

Charlene sulked and sat down to watch Kate get spanked with the tawse, it looked cruel, yet strangely beautiful.

Kate looked over her shoulder with a worried look, as her Mistress tapped it lightly against her vulnerable cheeks, to take aim.

“My hand is not enough for you two, it is time for some serious discipline and training! It is time that leather and rattan began to kiss your cheeks!”

WHACK!

The tawse was a virgin implement no longer as it struck those pale globes with force, a resounding smack echoed around the empty cafe. Soon followed by a squeal.”

Owwwwwwww!

She raised it again and delivered another five in quick succession. Kate jumped about screaming and begging, but Rosie just ignored her pleas and delivered a good sound punishment.

 

 

 

“Right! Swop places! You are getting six more than Kate, because you started it Charlene!”

Charlene was horrified. “No Mistress, please no, no, no!”

“CHARLENE! Get here..NOW!”

They changed places, and Kate sat down gingerly, with a wince of pain. She looked at her rival. “Not so clever now are you! Spank her good and proper Mistress.”

And of course, Rosie did just that, with more vigour and more strokes of the leather tawsee, than Katie got!

Katie delighted in the spectacle before her as Charlene jumped from foot to foot wriggling and squealing.

The new shiny leather tawse whistled through the air and cracked repeatedly on her naughty plump cheeks.

How Katie loved it. She did not know which end to look at. The screwed up squealing, crying face, or the wobbling, bouncing reddening cheeks. She settled for alternate looks at each! Right up to the last, extra hard, echoing

….SLAP!!!!!

‘Owwwwwwwwwwwwwwwww!”

Panting for breath, Rosie stopped. “Now you can see what is in store for you both in the future! You both need punishments like this more often, and more training. And I don’t mean waitress training. Tomorrow night it is back here, both of you naked. For some obedience training! Now off you go!”

They both left sulkily, but deep down they had both drank their punishments up like hungry puppies drank warm cream.

The next day in the cafe went well, no spankings, no tellings off, all in all it was quite uneventful… That is, until the evening, when after work, in twilight, the cafe once again took on a delightful warm hue, and Mistress greeted the girls.

“Hello my little beauties, you have done well today, well done. Now both of you, strip!”

The naughty waitresses did as they were told, and stripped.

“Now kneel, side by side.”

the naughty waitresses did as they were told, and knelt.

Mistress Rosie calmly walked up behind them and slipped a rope leash around each of their necks. Which they loved. “Now my little girls, tonight you are my ponies. Tonight is all about obedience. Understood?”

“Yes Mistress.”

“Yes Mistress.”

“You will obey each command I give,  as quickly as possible, if I am not satisfied your new ‘attitude correctors’ will come out to kiss your lily white plump cheeks again. Now…kiss each other.”

Instantly the girls did so, much to the delight of the beautiful Rosie Bottom.

Her precious girls, like two little fillies were naked before her, her Domme dreams fulfilled.

“Tell Mistress how much you like being my submissives.”

The girls looked to each other and told Mistress how much they loved her, how they adored her strict ways, her voice, her legs, her face, her clothes. They told her how they love to serve, to be controlled and told what to do.

“Perfectly put my little ponies. And talking of ponies…” She giggled. “I want to ride you. Charlene, put your hands up, Katie, get on all fours!”

Rosie clicked her tongue. “Giddy up girls!”

The girls whinnied and bucked up and down.

“Come on, trot faster!”

Mistress rubbed her pussy hard on the ridge of Kate’s lower spine and galloped until she had an orgasm, watching Charlene’s bottom bounce faster and faster as commanded.

She stayed there for a full five minutes, breathing deeply in recovery time. The cafe was quiet, warm and still. The two Submissives in particular loved this tranquil moment in time, which slowly etched itself indelibly into their memories as the cafe clock ticked loudly.

“Now then my little pets, ahem…” She coughed as she put her voice back in its commanding tone.

The girls giggled.

Mistress frowned.

“Up you get my little ponies! I want you prancing, and keep the knees high!”

The waitresses noticed a subtle change in her voice, not cruel, but more assertive, they grew nervous and sexually excited. This voice signified arousal and flogging. They loved it!

The girls pranced for their Mistress like highly trained Austrian display horses.

NOTE… DUE TO LIMITATIONS ON UPLOAD SIZE I HAVE DECIDED TO KEEP CLARITY OVER COLOUR FOR THE NEXT THREE PHOTOS, MY FILES ARE 12mb BUT THIS SITE ONLY ALLOWS 2mb

Looking aloof, and totally in control, Mistress Rosie watched their every step. “Faster my pretty fillies, dance for your Mistress!”

Out of breath the girls were allowed to stop. Mistress took her turn to delight in heavy breathing. The clock seemed to tick louder..

tick

tock

tick

tick

“You have been spanked recently, as you know. But now your Mistress has a selfish need to punish you.”

She knew that both girls had their own selfish needs, to be punished.

“to the counter…NOW!”

Both girls trotted over immediately.

Mistress tied their leashes high. The ownership of their bottoms was now in Rosie’s possession. They wanted her to do exactly as she pleased with them, their bodies were hers, they wanted to please her.

Mistress went for her crop, and stood looking at them. “This is going to hurt, you are going to scream, writhe and wriggle. There is only one person who decides for how long, how many, how hard…understood?”

Both girls agreed willingly, and nervously. They were totally hers.

This was a moment in time that even the girls would struggle to explain.

…for a Domme this moment is precious and beautiful to their eyes, it helps to satisfy her needs. The sight of two naked girls, struggling, wriggling and writhing like snakes. Vulnerable and eposed with no defence or way of escape. Their bottoms hers, to punish as they scream.

…for the girls it was that feeling of being restrained, helpless and under control. The fear that here in this room, this cafe, right now, their life’s choices, nor their bottoms, were their own. They were owned. Fear of pain, fear of not pleasing, and not knowing how  hard or how long the thrashing would be.

Both parties of this arrangement though, were exactly where and how they wanted to be.

Their bottoms felt extremely vulnerable and exposed. They could see Rosie’s eyes focussed on their cheeks. She meant business.

Rosie positioned herself.

She took them by surprise, the first strokes were delivered hard and fast, only seconds between each one.

Mistress stood back to observe them, as slowly they settled. The stripes on their bottom excited her, her power over them at moments like this were what she craved more than anything. “Beg for more you dirty little bitches, you know you want it!”

They begged helplessly, not for mercy, but for more.

She he knew exactly how she wanted them and adjusted their posture, until their bottoms were perfectly placed for the next onslaught.

“Perfect, now keep them at that height when I lay this crop on your naughty cheeks.”

“Yes Mistress.”

“Yes Mistress.”

She walked in time to the ticking clock which suddenly filled their senses.

Imagine how they felt…

Two young women who both knew exactly what they are at the right age. Too many let the world know  too late in life, but not these. They listened to the caressing voice of their Mistress, strict and in control. They picked up on every key word or phrase. They needed her, they wanted to please her, they wanted to thrust their bottoms out for punishment, to be afraid yet, at the same time yearn for the very same pain they feared.

And their Domme, drinking the sight before her like a vampire drinking blood. The submissive looks and meek mild voices fuelled her passion. The way they thrust out made her drip. The act of whacking those pert rumps, seeing then quiver and the girls scream, yet push up again, and again were life’s blood to her soul.

She stood to their left, and thrashed them hard.

Her body shape in the perfect caning pose thrilled them.

The whistle and crack of the crop terrified and excited them.

Rosie was in full flow.

A magnificent Domme.

…when the two delicious bottoms before her were suitably striped, and the girls had stopped shuddering and whimpering Rosie summoned them to her side.

She caressed their beautifully curved buttocks with the crop as she spoke.

“You have satisfied my craving, you are the best two submissive’s a Domme could wish for. Do I make you happy?”

Both girls replied eagerly.

“Oh yes Mistress, you are perfect!”

“Yes, she’s right, we adore you, and how you treat us. We need punishment, and we are so glad you got the new things. They hurt tremendously, we will enjoy fearing them.”

Rosie laughed. “You do both say the most wonderful things, that is why I love you both…equally.”

Both girls squirmed wiith pleasure, and then winced as Rosie said “Come on, girls, this way!” And cracked the crop across their cheeks.

She led them to the drink store and told them to get glasses and a bottle of their choice.

As they chose their drink Rosie stripped naked and sat at a table. Together they sat and toasted their good fortune at finding each other.

Kate said, “Oh Mistress, we only fetched two glasses!”

Rosiie picked up the bottle and took a swallow. “Oh good! Another reason to spank you! But not tonight. Let’s drink these and then go upstairs to bed and drink each other.”

THE END

 

 

 

The Inveigle – Chapter Two – The Misadventures of Molly the Victorian Maid

Unlike my other stories which are illustrated using photos I have taken in my studio, this chapter will use a lot of my vintage photo collection.

THE ‘INVEIGLE’ STORY IS STILL UNDER CONSTRUCTION, (although fifteen chapters are drafted, and I think it could well end up a trilogy)

I suggest you read ‘THE INVEIGLE’ intro and chapter one, but not necessarily so, THIS IS ACTUALLY CHAPTER TWO. You will find it here…

http://www.spanking-emporium.co.uk/spanking-emporium/?p=665

…whatever you decide STAY A WHILE AND READ, WATCH IT GROW WITH ME, LIKE A COCK BECOMING ERECT… ONE DAY IT WILL SPURT MAGNIFICENTLY BEFORE YOU INTO THE BIGGEST STORY I WILL EVER WRITE…

HERE IT IS, ENJOY….

CHAPTER TWO

My name is Molly Jones.

I remember the day I arrived at ‘The Beeches’, a beautiful large family house on the outskirts of the town I had grown up in. I walked up the long copper beech lined drive with Miss Markham, the owner of the orphanage and ragged school I had quite happily attended, she had given me a book as a present and as I read what she had written to me I cried. But I knew we would still see each other and excitement took over.

As I approached it, the sheer size of the grand gothic mansion frightened me.

It was the family home of the Rumptons, who had made a fortune from coal and the developments of the industrial revolution.

Now it was the home of Reginald Rumpton a prolific and quite famous  artist, and his wife Gloria who had raised a family of ten daughters, including a set of twins who lived there, with a huge array of downstairs staff. Mainly female.

You will meet them all, and I hope you will enjoy the many encounters and adventures that befall us all as my narrative unfolds.

I have worked here, and The Inveigle, for many years now, and would not want to be anywhere else in the world. This is a story of spanking, lots of lovely Victorian spankings. They will unfold before you like the parting of a pair of open back bloomers, but for now be patient with me, let’s go back to the beginning of my time here.

I mentioned briefly my time at school, there I was punished many times. An experience that I could never say was too distasteful, in fact, many times it was just the opposite. Even at the end of a long beating I can still recall pushing my bottom up for the next stroke. It could be said I suppose that spanking is within me, it is something I crave along with everything that goes with it, from being caught and chastised, all the way through to corner time and humiliation. I suppose that is why my time at school was to me, at least, a good time. I could never understand the fuss some of the girls made when being beaten on the bare bottom.

Maybe I am a little strange, but if I was, so we’re quite a few others!

Talking of my bottom, I have been blessed with an extraordinarily beautiful one. A curvy rump perfect for spanking. In my childhood I discovered the delights of self spanking in a mirror whilst using my other hand to masturbate. Nothing much has changed ever since, apart from the number of different people and implements that now serve my need.

And that is it. I need spanking, I desire it, I crave it. I love it. I love everything about it, like I have just said, all of it, from the chastisement and baring of my rump, to the pain, to the corner time, all mixed in with a heaping dose of humiliation please!

Prior to coming to the ‘Beeches’ it was as if my life was a drawing, where I spent a great deal of time imagining spankings. After that wonderful day, my life became an array of real life sumptuous spanking in all their glory.

Let me tell you all about it.

I know now what this place is, a disguise for some kind of spanking emporium, a punishment bordello almost! A place where the outside world is kept away, and only those with a deep rooted sado-masochistic instinct are allowed. Either to live, serve or visit. Miss Markham is a regular visitor to this day, and I found out later in life that she, and many other clients like her were actually a sort of grooming parlour for would be maids. Those with the ‘push the bottom up’ attitude were observed and finally selected.

But of course when I arrived I had no such inkling.

I was greeted by the Housekeeper, a Mrs Fletcher, a kindly looking soul whom I found to be stern but fair, and the best pastry cook in England. She showed me to my room and calmed my nerves. Then she did the best thing anyone ever did to me, she introduced me to Rose, who was to become my lifelong best friend and lover. She just left me at the old dark brown stained panelled door, and gave me a key. “In you go my lovely, it’s time to meet your room mate.” She walked away laughing, leaving me quite breathless.

“Good grief! I had my own key!”

I walked in and there sat on our sofa, as bold as brass, showing her stocking tops was Rose.

“Hello Molly, my name is Rose, I hope we get on, because we will sleep together in here, and I am to show you the ropes ‘n all.”

She turned, and I blushed. I could not take my eyes off her crutch and the most marvellous knickers I had ever seen!

“Oh I can see what you are looking at you naughty girl! I think we will get on fine!” She said wagging her finger. “I am a good judge of people, I think we will get along fine and dandy.”

Anyone who looked like her, called me a naughty girl and wagged her finger, was always going to be a big hit with me! That was it, from that day on we were unseparable soul mates, what on earth had we done without each other!

She took me down to the kitchen, where we met many other maids, all curious in me, and all lovely. We had hot chocolate, and the most delicious apple pie ever. I wolfed it down as she watched.

“Bloody hell, hungry then.” She laughed.

She told me a lot about the place and the people, I just could not keep up. Soon my eyes were almost shut, her voice was like summer rain falling gently from the sky, it just tinkled along at a steady entertaining pace, that you could let wash over you all day long.

“Come on Molly, big day tomorrow, we are off shopping!”

She took me upstairs, we had a little chat and then I fell into bed, the next thing I knew it was 6 o’clock in the morning and she was having a wash. “We are off to get you kitted out in your uniform today Molly. We will be out all day, so you can tell me all about yourself. I have been given money and we are allowed an hour for lunch in a cafe.”

I had never been in a cafe, nor in many shops truth be told.

We went to an outfitters that specialised in women’s wear, undergarments, and maids uniforms.

Next door was a place that specialised in bloomers and corsets.

I had had never felt so special, it seems the Rumptons were good customers and greatly respected.

We stopped for lunch, and went to ‘Higgingbottoms’ a very well to do establishment. I had never seen so many glasses, cutlery or China on a table. I was nervous at first, but had been brought up well and managed more than adequately. Plus Rose was wonderful at it, she even tipped the waitress.

Then we went back in for my fittings, and before long I was stood showing myself to Rose in my underwear!

In my bloomers and corset too.

My waist had never been so tiny, nor my hips so ‘child bearingly capable’!

Then finally I showed her my maids outfit.

“Oh they are going to love you!” Shouted Rose in glee.

I was not quite sure who ‘they’ were, I presumed it to mean the other staff.

Then off we went home, I felt happy, I felt that I was starting to belong to somewhere, and… I had a key of my very own!

The first two months were spent meeting the family and other maids as I learned my more mundane duties.

These were such things as, holding the chamber pot as I helped my new Mistresses with their toilet. This often led to trimming of the lady garden

I love washing and bathing the ladies of the house, especially drying and powdering their delicate little creases.

Dressing them, and handling the beautiful clothes was always a joy, and I became quite adept at doing hair and helping pick jewelry that matched.

Chores too! I learnt how to cook, not as good as Mrs Fletcher, but not bad at all really.

The latest thing is a new type of cleaner, it is ever so modern and uses electric to create something called a varicuum or something like that. Anyway it sucks up muck!

Rose showed me how to use it, in her usual naughty manner!

So that was my training in household duties, and we all worked hard as maids. But, when the lights went off, or there were parties, or one of the ladies of the house had a fancy, then things were altogether different!

Firstly it was our room, I mean Rose and my bedroom. We soon got to know each other intimately. Firstly by naughty talk about spankings, then about how it feels nice to rub our cunts.

Rose taught me that word!

We show each othe our cunts in candle light as we masturbate, talking naughty or reading the naughty penny dreadful type comic books. Sometimes we even had friends in and we all did it.

Oh the orgasms as we finger each other as others look are fantastic. And knowing that at the same time it is happening in other rooms makes it so naughty and erotic.

Some nights we writhe together like snakes, nobody quite sure who is fingering who, or what hole, sometimes we finger and lick bottoms too.

Getting to know everyone in the large house was lovely, the other maids were all so charming, and the sisters just as nice, and naughty! I often saw them with maids, or friends and even each other getting up to all sorts of frolics!

Talking of the girls, one of the first spankings I saw at the Beeches was of Beatrice, one of the older girls who was always daydreaming. We all love her, she writes wonderful spanking stories and sometimes reads them to us. She also knows some fine artists who illustrates them for her.

She had been late to finishing school, and was warned not to be late again,  but the next day she walked off with her head in the clouds as always! It wasn’t as if she dawdled, she actually took great strides, in a determined way, but not always in the right direction. She sort of meandered briskly!

She went through the park as she often did, but when warned not to be late is was probably not the best idea she had made in her life.

Before she knew it, she was late again and the familiar sight of her running to finishing school amused many who knew her and saw her. “Late again Beatrice?”

“Oh bother, yes! I am afraid I am!”

Her sisters had arrived home first later in the day after finishing school, and of course told their Mummy about Beatrice. Their Mummy, Mrs.Rumpton,  had been embarrassed a few times before, having to stand there in front of Miss Holyhead hearing about her daughter’s failings.

I was lucky that day, I was polishing the bannister rail when she came through the front door, her head hanging in shame, to hand a note to her Mummy.

Lady Rumpton erupted, and without delay dragged her upstairs by the ear, to her bedroom. I felt in the way, but with no escape I ran before them!

She gave her a long bare bottom spanking, with me looking on from the landing. What with the door open the smacks and her squeals echoed down to the entrance hall where I could hear her sisters giggling.

Afterwards I just stood there, not knowing what to do.

The Mistress of the house pushed by me, as Beatrice lay sobbing on her bed. I walked in and asked if I could help. She looked up at me and smiled through her big brown eyes and asked me to rub some soothing cream on her bottom.

She still had her lovely hat on. The smell of her was like a summers day in a meadow, her fine scarlet bottom was raised and sore as gently I rubbed the cream in. She thrust at me and I just could not resist letting my finger tips brush her pussy.

Before long our fingers were in each other and we kissed.

We moved over to this lovely green a white chair by the window, where our legs spread wide open.

First I fingered her to orgasm, then she me. I stayed for three hours, and nobody missed me!

That shows how important I was to the house doesn’t it?! Nobody missed me!!

But that is how it was, little dalliances where happening everywhere, it was normal, and nobody minded at all. Unless of course you were to be somewhere important, and I wasn’t.

The house was a heaven on earth. A place where women were not afraid to kiss women, and where behind the scenes, class and position did not matter. We were truely Bohemian.

One of the most exciting people on earth is Abigail she is the oldest daughter and performs on stage as a Masher. It seems she is descended from a famous lady who also performed on stage, she calls herself ‘Abigail Hayes’, the name being taken from her mother’s died of the family, it seems they had a rather famous, very naughty ancestor..

When a young woman is besotted with another, they are said to be mashed, especially schoolgirls. It was from this saying that the term ‘masher’ grew to mean a music hall girl who dressed as a man. A gentleman usually, in top hat and tails, probably with a rose in the lapel, and even a monocle.

Abigail is quite famous and has an army of adoring fans and the most I teresting group of friends ever! Many from the circus!

Her fans would come to see her hoping for a kiss or more, and their wishes were nearly always granted!

She arranged for a group of circus performers to come and give us a private show, a sort of erotic circus! She said that this would be the birth of an idea she wants to put her considerable wealth into, something she will call..

THE INVEIGLE…

We had no idea what she meant, we just listened captivated.

We all gathered together in the main dining hall which had a conservatory leading to the beautiful lawns where a big top had been erected! It started with the best pair of hips I had ever seen. Abigail got us all singinging along to ‘the girl I love is up in the gallery’. We all clapped the melody as she dressed in her masher outfit, started swinging this delicious girl to and fro on a low trapeze! Smacking her bottom on her return swing in time to the music. We all shouted ‘More more!’ And then she shouted for a volunteer.

Rose got up and ran out, getting undressed!

She shouted to me as she ran out, “I’m not missing a chance of a flamboyant public spanking from Mistress Abigail”

So soon, to another well known, but ruder song, they all began again to ‘all the nice girls love a candle’. Both girls having their bottom smacked as they swang to and fro, we cheered every smack!

Rose ran back to cuddle up to me naked, someone threw us a blanket and said ‘Behave yourselves under there!’

We didn’t. It was wonderful having her naked by my side all afternoon.

The trapeze act continued with a naked girl who asked for a girl to come out and lick her pussy at the end of  her act. They both left together to many wolf whistles and cheeky comments!

Abigail then sang another song for us, it was surreal. A wooden hoop descended and up she climbed. She straddled it and sang until she had an orgasm! Her pussy was right over the hoop as it swung to and fro, it was so sexual, and beautiful, I will never forget it. She kept singing, and her face as she began to cum was so sexy!

She climbed down to be greeted by a still tranquil silence, we all knew we had seen something special, we were in awe of her. Her face shone in the limelight, due to her sweating, it was one hell of an orgasm.

Then, after the silence, we all applauded.

She then spoke calmly to the room as she straddled a chair, with a whip in her hand. It was time for more unusual entertainment. We all knew she was building up to something, but what? And this strange word, ‘inveigle’ what was it?  She toyed with the whip and was about to speak, when she was interrupted.

One girl shouted, ‘use that on my arse!’

She looked at the girl and smiled, as she cracked the whip. ‘You my dear, are coming back to my room.”

The girl stood up, curtsied and said ‘Yes Please.’

Abigail cracked the whip again and shouted, ‘Bring on the animals!’

A girl came in with what is called a zebra, I have heard of them, and seen drawings of them in ‘The Echo’ when they wrote about an explorer, but this was the first I had seen. She stood on it’s back as it trotted and did somersaults! To be honest she did a private show for some ‘well to do’ ladies afterwards, and all I can say is two things…

It was unnatural.

And I wish I had seen it! It had fucked her as she lay on a little bed underneath. I wonder if it has a striped cock?

It was such a proud animal. The girl looked at us, after her acrobatics, and announced the arrival of ‘Our Special Animals!’

We all looked bemused as the lights went down, and when they came bright again we were treated to some lovely sights!

Two very naughty girls were riding big greasy dildos on a wooden pig! That got some cheers and ribald comments!

We cheered them on to their orgasms, the show was getting so rude! We loved it!

Two girls came on to the ‘stage’ flapping wings, they were ever so pretty in amazing costumes. Then we all had to stand as the girls layed two eggs! The eggs had numbers on, and whoever were sat at those numbered seats came to claim their game birds.

We could see what was happening then! We were all being grouped for some night time orgy which had been rumoured.

A girl dressed as a horse came on next, very slowly, whinnying and stomping her foot.

Who would Rose and I get? We squeezed each other in anticipation.

The Ring Mistress said this girl needed breaking in and training, she took off her top hat and pulled out a number. A great friend of ours, Eve squealed and ran to claim her prize. They gave her a crop and she rode her out of the ring, whacking her bottom crying ‘faster, faster!’

Then it was the slave girl Lottery!

Girls came out and did various acts, juggling, acrobatics, fire eating and all sorts of things. They displayed themselves in various exotic, erotic ways for the raffle, we had numbers twenty two and twenty three.

Here is Esmeralda, number twenty two, she is a contortionist.

You can’t see her face, but she is beautiful. A lovely cunt too, hasn’t she, and a ripe bottom for spanking. She came to sit with us, to find out who twenty three was. It was Irene, here she is.

She drifted down naked on a trapeze, and I walked down to collect her. I felt quite famous!

The show continued until we all had a girl. All were gorgeous! One of the last girls walked on her hands for ages, she must be so strong to do that.

The final act came on riding a bicycle with no seat, just a huge dildo! After she had fucked it, she rode over to the last girl in the audience, who was looking a bit forlorn, but her face lit up as the girl on the bike rang her bell and winked, it was magical. We can see why they made her wait now, it was Daisy! They rode off together, Daisy on her handlebars laughing loudly as we sang…

‘Daisy, Daisy give me your answer do,

I’m half crazy, all for the love of you….etc etc

The show was rounded off with the Ring Mistress on a chair. She said, ‘I have to do everything, so they have stuck a brush up my arse so I can sweep up after the show! She had a cute little Yankie hat on, and fired a gun to the roof to finish. She took out a sabre and waved it as she said ‘Goodnight all, let the orgy begin!”

Abigail walked down with her maid, and said she would speak to us all later,  and the three left together, what a night of debauchary followed…

The whole house was full of sex that night, some walked from room to room, others stayed in groups. We smoked stuff, and used opium with 22 and 23, music played and we just did whatever pleased us, needless to say there was a great deal of spanking!

Rose and I stripped naked and just walked around drinking it all in, it was intoxicating! Or maybe that was the gin! We said we would meet the ‘numbered girls’ later.

We saw an older guest spanking one of us maids in the first room we visited. “Don’t you ever try my jewels on again!” She was saying as she punished her.

Oh, her bottom glowed so bright! We stayed to watch, until she fetched the birch, then left them to it. Down the hallway was the billiard room and we could hear someone playing.

It was young Lady Evelyn, she was doing trick shots whilst the two girls who looked after the zebra and monkeys watched. She had her prettiest open back bloomers on. It was very erotic!

 One of the girls unscrewed the end of the cue and fucked herself with it! After she had orgasmed, she got her friend to do the same herself.

The soft lubricated noise it made up her cunt was so sexy, we knelt before her and watched it sink in and out as we drank champagne out of tall, elegant cut glass flutes. Evelyn walked over and two more friends came in, but we decided to try the next room.

Hand in hand, naked, and more than a little stoned we walked along swaying, our soft shoulders bumping in to each other’s.

Heaven!

What a lovely surprise we had. Mrs Fletcher the Housekeeper was fucking one of the cooks! God she was going hard at it! She just turned to us and smiled. “Hello girls. Having fun?” Then carried on ramming her attachment up her friend on all fours, fast and hard.

I moved to the side of the cook and smacked her bottom in rhythm, and Rose did the same to Mrs Fletcher, who said she wished she had bought two of her long handled wooden spoons for us to use.

We left them gasping, and close to collapsing and stumbled on to the next room.

Where we found the girls we had won, fucking each other in a similar manner! Like us they had wandered around, stoned off their faces. They had been drinking laudnum, so we tried some. It’s wonderful, and later we tried absynth, a creamy green liquid, that was good too.

We watched them fuck a while, then Rose blurted out, “That looks fucking good fun girls, can we join in?”

And we did!

It was utterly beautiful, disgusting, sensual, terrible, erotic, debauched, filthy, lustful, sordid, decadent, immoral, perverse, magnificent, sexual, sex… I mean… SEX!

How many orgasms we shared, none of us knew. We fucked, we licked, we sucked, we buggered, we fingered all through the night.

My tongue went in mouths, cunts and arses!

We squirted our juice over each other and rubbed it in. We put our knickers on and delighted in peeling them down time and time again.

The crescendo, hours later was like an earthquake, we lay in a square all licking cunt and arsehole slowly for ages and came together as if we were having fits.

I used others, and was used myself, time and time again. People watched and cheered, our sexual fame grew.

The orgy continued into the next day. We all awoke feeling ‘hung over, from drink and opium.

Slowly we recovered and ate, Mrs Fletcher seems to have a wonderful recovery rate, by mid day we were eating bacon and sausage sandwiches, drinking lashings of tea.

The orgy was not over, it was to continue that evening in the guise of a Domme / sub party. Lots of our favourite clients arrived through the afternoon and we all chatted excitedly in the mess from the previous day.

Abigail announced that it must stay as it is, she wanted us to ‘wallow in our decadence!’ It was during that little lull that we all talked of Abigail’s upcoming surprise, what would it be? What is an Inveigle? All we could do was guess and watch the new guests arrive and enter our delightful mess! It must have smelled dreadful. Abigail delighted in the disgust some of the ‘posher’ ones showed!

Young, and mature, spankers and spankees. All lovers of spanking and humiliation walked up the drive all that afternoon. Lots of them!

The evening began with an announcement by Abigail. She looked eatable!

She stood there with a part of a steam vibrator in her hand. (Yes they did exist! And we’re very often used by visiting doctors to calm a woman who had stress etc) she told us that someone would be trying it out with her later. “…it will be the last survivor of the hunt!”

This meant that tonight’s party was going to be for the Dommes. All us maids, and nuns (girls who are not maids, but are Submissives) go off and hide. They are hunted down and punished for being caught, with no limit to their punishment.

This meant there were certain women you did not want to catch you, such as the evil young Lady Jacqueline of Westminster, who had a fancy for our friend Victoria, and had beaten her so severely once that it had to be stopped. When she arrived, she walked up to Victoria and said “I have unfinished business with you my little slut, and tonight when I find you, I will finish it.” After which she just turned away, as if Victoria was nothing but meat.

We all decided to protect Victoria, and make sure someone else found her. That woman, dressed in her usual Forrest Green scared us all, there was something unnatural about her.

Victoria felt safe, we were a resourceful bunch and could look after our own when we had too.

So when the night came, even Victoria was excited.

Abigail blew the horn, which signalled it was time to hide, we all ran off like mice when a light is lit. Rose was with me and off we went to our room, we wanted to be found, of course, and we’re not that bothered about winning really, we knew some of the older girls were desperate to be fucked by Abigail, our time would come.

Can you remember hiding as a child, or being chased? That feeling it gave you? In games like hide and seek. Well let me assure you this was a hundred times better, and a hundred times scarier!

We hid under our bed, naked! The horn sounded, and a huge cry went up! The hunt was on!

The  beautiful old house was full of screams, whacks and smacks all night long! Caught girls were subjected to all sorts of whims and fancies.

Some punishments were odd to say the least, and always accompanied by a spanking of some sort.

Every room, every single room and the marquee were used, the noise was so sexually exciting.

Victoria was found first, and soon crawling with a martinet in her teeth, so she was safe, and the lady who found her lovely. But this meant that Lady Jacqueline was on the loose, and angry.

Soon, naughty girls were in corners everywhere. But the night was young.

Maids spanked maids, Ladies spanked Ladies, ohhh the combinations and scenarios in that house that night were endless!

Not many open back bloomers stayed closed that night, let me tell you. And there were so many types of them. Where the girls got some of them I do not know, but…awwww! I want some!

Implements of every type were used, no bare bottom was spared a bruising. The hunt continued on and on…

Scenarios of all types too, but by far, a simple maids outfit was favourite.

Lots of girls when found were dragged into the main ballroom for public spankings, the walls soon filled with bright red bottoms doing corner time. Or rows of unspanked bottoms awaiting their fate.

The beautiful sound of spankings, squeals, laughter, orgasms, screams, whacks, cracks and joy, filled the whole house!

Girls were spanked by open windows so people could hear their squeals, along with the noise of smacks, outside. The beautiful summer evening filled with the scent of honeysuckle was a beautiful place to be. Those inside could hear those outside being spanked too! Some girls were spanked before large groups and some had to stand in line nervously awaiting their turn, and still many had to be found! Including us two!

 

We were eventually found and well spanked by a provocativly dressed Scottish Lady who used a tawse on us both….ooooh it hurt! There were still a third of us to be found as we were led away on leather leashes to the garden.

As we were led like slaves to an auction the vastness of the spanking orgy could be seen. Writhing bottoms, swishing canes, blushing cheeks were on stairs, on tables, on windows, you name it and somebody was spanked or punished with it or on it. These are some of the spankings we saw…

Our favourites were watching the maids spanking the Mistresses, and we bumped into Victoria with a carpet beater walking to Mistress Fanny’s bare bottom. She quipped, “I wish this was for Lady Jacqueline!”

Unfortunately for her she was just walking out of the next room. “Your old friends from the orphanage will pay for that…bitch!”

The hate in her eyes was as cold as a shark, it frightened us both and instantly silenced Victoria. What did she mean?

She looked stunningly sinister, but we had no time to linger as our slave Mistress tugged us away to the beautiful english rose gardens.

On entering the garden we saw Ivy being spanked by a lady with a  bunch of nettles and freshly cut birch.

It was late, drink flowed, so did cocaine and opium. The party changed again. It was time for the Dominatrix girls to get serious. We were put in a sort of yoke and made to trot like horses.

But that was mild compared to what some girls got. As we trotted around the house being ‘cropped’ along we saw so many inventive things.

Both inside the house and out in the garden! Costumes of every kind had been brought along.

The thing what excited all us submissive girls, craving control, humiliation and punishment very much indeed, was the appearance of our Dommes. They were …

Fabulous…

Erotic…

Sensual…

And those who worked in groups were..

Commanding…

Frightening…

and Alluring!…

The party then faded away and people left, apart from two ladies who had been set on to record the events in erotic art, and a man! Yes a man, his name is George Barlow, and he took all these photos. The ladies were the friends of Beatrice’s, who illustrated her spanking novels.

This is my favourite.

Isn’t it wonderful?

Victoria was troubled, about her friends who worked at Lady Jacqueline’s Mill, and vowed to rescue them! So much was happening, our laudanum and opium filled minds found it hard to cope!

And then…

Then… Abigail made an announcement “We are moving! We will still have this place, but I have purchased an old theatre and the building next door to it. You are all going to be famous one day. I am to call it. THE INVEIGLE.

She sat and told us of her plans, the Inveigle Girls were born, and Abigail Hayes got a new name.

Rose invented it. She said ‘Oh Mistress Abigail, you do look after us all, you are like Mummy Bear in a story Mrs Markham used to read us.”

From that day on Mummy Bear ruled us all.

***

keep coming back, this is only the start!

Asa

Rosie Bottom’s Blushing Buns Cafe – Part One

Imagine a nice cosy cafe, in a pleasant little town, run by a Domme who uses her submissive girls as waitresses, and often spanks them before the customers  for their mistakes.

…would you go?

Well you can actually, in real life I mean.

You see, the cafe is real. I have my own studio where all the photos you see in these stories and on my tumblr spanking blog are taken. I have my girls. And one glorious night a year I open the cafe you will see here to my special invited guests.

Here is a story set in it…

Rosie Bottom’s Blushing Buns Cafe…

Last night Rosie left two of her girls, Katie and Charlene to make the cafe ready for the morning. To cut a long story short, they didn’t!

And that is where our story begins.

Rosie came home early to find the tables not wiped. It may seem a small thing, but Rosie prides herself on her little cafe’s appearance, she loves to have things ‘just so’.

She also loves an excuse to punish her submissives, and to train them, so she smiled wickedly to herself  and decided to teach them both a lesson in the morning.

It probably won’t surprise you to know that her girls want their lives like this. They NEED their lives to be like this. They are Submissives after all.

All are happy in their own way.

Rosie calls her girls and tells them to come in bright and early for one of their ‘special days’.

This delights them, but also scares them. A delightful mix of emotions, where the girls crave yet fear punishment, because their Mistress can be very hard, almost brutal.

She waits for them, arms folded and on their arrival as they walk through the door, Rosie immediately puts their rope tethers on and leads them in

“You left these tables with crumbs on, smears of jam, and worst of all, spilt milk!”

Both girls respond  together. “Sorry Mistress.”

Without looking at them she speaks coldly. “There is a well known saying my pretty little naughty girls. Don’t cry over spilt milk. Those who tell you that are wrong, because later today you two will be doing just that!”

“Stand up.”

She led them to the tables, and told them to start polishing the surfaces, vigorously, whilst she watched.

Their bottoms swayed and wiggled as they wiped the tables hard and fast. Although great friends the two girls always tried to outshine each other, and presenting their bottoms to their Mistress in this way, allowed them to try and get more praise than the other.

Conversely the two girls loved it when the other was in trouble and they saw them get spanked. Making fun of each other, pointing and giggling, was a great delight, especially if in public. Even more so if one had been able to get the other in trouble.

“Right, it is time to open up. You two carry on.”

“Yes Mistress.”

“Yes Mistress.”

The girls carried on cleaning, deliberately pointing their delicious bottoms towards the entering customers as the began to take their seats.

The two girls, Charlene and Kate looked at each other and smiled.

Charlene then waited for Kate to bend over and twisted her cleaning cloth. She flicked it menacingly to strike a cheek of her bottom.

“Owwwww!”

Kate, the dark haired girl rubbed her bottom, and of course retaliated.

 

Soon there was a scuffle developing as both girls took it in turns to flick their cloth at the other. Rosie hated being shown up before customers, she turned to look at them. A look that spoke ‘punishment’.

“Stop it! Right now!” Shouted Rosie as she began to walk towards them. The customers shuffled, it was obvious that something was going to happen.

But the fighting got worse. “Oh! I have had  enough of this.” She screamed.

“Stop this squabbling right now you naughty girls. Both of you, get on the floor, submit to me…NOW.”

“How dare you both show me up before my customers? Last night you left the tables a mess, and this morning you start a fight before them before you have even taken their orders!”

She turns to the customers. “They will bring you a free drink each, after I have spanked them. Is that acceptable?”

Of course, it was, spanking was one of the main reasons they came, although the food was good, and the delightful little Rosie Bottom buns were a triumph every time. Rosie was an accomplished cook

So the customers accepted the proposal.

“Right young lady, you can get just here!” Rosie said to Kate as she dragged her up.

And bent her over the table.

“And you can get yourself opposite Kate, come on Charlene, don’t dilly dally!”

The customers giggled at the poor girls approaching demise.

The spanking began with six crisp smacks on Kate’s ample, curvy, beautiful bottom. Delightful little yelps at each one echoed around the room.

Followed by six on Charlene’s equally plump beautiful bottom.

The customers were now like a theatre audience, watching a performance.

They delighted in the sounds of smacks, the wriggling bottoms trying to escape, the continuing chastisement, and of course, the squeals of pain.

“Right! That’s it, get back on with serving the customers and stop behaving like silly little girls.” Commanded Rosie.

And they did, starting with the free cups of tea that had been promised. Their behaviour was perfect, as was the service the customers got for the rest of the day, right up until 5 o’clock, when the doors shut.

Tables were wiped, properly, pots were washed and put away.

“Okay you two, come here.”

The girls went to stand before her, looking guilty. They loved their Mistress, and did not want to show her up, or annoy her really. Both apologised.

“Sometimes,” continued Rosie, “…an apology is not enough. I am going to punish you both, then train you, and punish you again. Then I have a little surprise for you both. I know who started it this morning, so it is you first Kate, get here! You stand there Charlene.”

Charlene laughed, because of course, as you saw, it was her who started it with a flick of her cloth. Kate tried to protest, but was instantly silenced.

“Bend over this table Kate, I am going to punish you harshly!”

THIS WILL CONTINUE IN PART TWO