FLICKERING IMAGES

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

…welcome to my Flickering Images of Spanking, enjoy!

AFTER A WHILE OF DOING THIS SECTION, I THOUGHT IT FELT AS IF I WAS IN A TIME MACHINE, FINDING RANDOM SPANKINGS IN HISTORY AND WATCHING THEM TAKE PLACE. SO I DECIDED TO DO IT LIKE THAT, HENCE AFTER A WHILE OF SCROLLING DOWN YOU WILL COME TO IT, YOU ARE MY COMPANION ON THE JOURNEY….SEE YOU THERE!

One of my all time favourites. It reminds me of Mrs Beeton, a lady famous for her cookery books! She also wrote for magazines of the day aimed at the upper classes, and wrote articles about the punishment of maids, especially spanking!

This is lovely isn’t it?

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

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

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

Just think, one minute she is combing her Mistresses hair, and then a few minutes later, she is punishing her.

Vintage Domme – No 1…

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

From the 19Imagine the shock on the Police Seargeant’s face when he recognises his daughter in the protest! “Take her out of the way and give her a damn good spanking, then take her home to her Mummy and let her know the cane is coming out when I get there!”

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

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

Imagine the scene as people pass, some stopping to look and gloat. Other children making fun of her as the crisp smacks land on her bottom and Mummy scolds the naughty girl, bottom up for all to see!

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

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

He always spanked with his glove on!

Vintage Bondage No 1

Rather wonderful isn’t it?

Could this be a real caning someone has captured?

It looks like some naughty girl is getting it on the school entrance steps to me. I am not putting it any bigger, it distorts.

Obviously this next one is Lima a photo like I might take. But this one does make me think. Spanking was accepted in these times, and maybe office discipline in some places took place. Especially between a boss and a secretary, having an affair, and after many sexy conversations she confesses her need of a spanking.

Lovely scenarios and a great vintage feel anyway.

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

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

Sisters of Murphy….chuckle.

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

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

Look at these naughty girls….some forgot that it did not come into force immediately and ended up like this girl.

Vintage Bondage – No2

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

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

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

Lots more of them later, let’s go back to the home, maybe a daughter or a girl in service.

Or even a naughty wife! This chap has a wife with a lovely fine rump to keep in line, doesn’t he?

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

Lets go back in time again, a sensual situation.

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

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

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

And on their deliciously naughty life goes on. How happy for like minded spanking orientated people to meet.

The next night, another book, another favourite scene…

Vintage Bondage – No 3

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

Shall we have another public spanking? Well, caning.

I have been asked to keep the location and names secret by the descendants. But this is a real ‘finishing school’ public caning.

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

A real naughty girl.

A real punishment! Perfect.

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

She looks a strict merciless Matron, and I think she is looking at the girl second up on the left.

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

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

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

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

I often come back here, she is a strict Theatre owner, and does it often. She did the same with another girl last week….

Vintage Dommes – no 2

Isn’t she fabulous? Just right to make my girls crawl to when they have been naughty!

Maids!

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

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

Mind you, it was a fabulous job for a girl who liked to be spanked, like my dear Lucy. Here she is at night time, remembering it, getting ready to masturbate.

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

I am pretty sure this is her…

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

Bloody hell! Look at this woman!

Strewth, I don’t think there would be much point in asking her not to spank you too hard!

Flagellation Brothels, for women seeking women,  were very common in the late 1800’s, see my research in ‘The Inveigle’. I am sure this is a French picture of one. Photographers went to take photos I read once.

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

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

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

Vintage Bondage – No 4

From the Ostra Biederer Studios. Always very inventive and original.

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

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

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

Or is it just my dirty spanking mind!

…lol probably! Fits the scene though.

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

Here is the youth club I used to go to! I loved playing with the table tennis bats!

The King of spanking, good old Elvis! He seems to be enjoying himself, perhaps she spilt something on his blue suade shoes!

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

I think this one is probably a birthday spanking, everyone seems happy about it. Except the spankee, I suspect someone is doing it a bit hard.

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

Now this one is such fun isn’t it?

Two cheeky girls thinking they are safe, giggling away, spanking each other.

Then I come around the corner! “I have been listening to you two! The fun is over, anybody could have found you!! Bare those bottoms….now!!”

Vintage Domme – No 3      Yva Richard

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

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

Think ‘killer heels’…

Here is a shop window with them on display.

Here is Olga modelling them for you…

Talking of Olga, she is Vintage Domme No 4

She was one of the main Ostra Studio models.

Back to another lovely spanking scene…

I think the idea of a Domme sub relation ship quite beautiful “Please Mistress, punish my naughty bottom, give me many stripes.”

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

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

These two pictures are very sexy. Spanking does not have to be taking place. Just a girl suggesting it is enough isn’t it? Knowing it is vintage, makes it seem just that bit naughtier.

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

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

Pass me my crop……quick!

I love the way the lady spanking is sat on a table, to get a better swing! I love the kicking leg too, always a good sign that you are ‘hitting the mark’.

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

we’ll never know, just another spanking frozen in time…

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

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

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

“Spankings Sir.”

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

“Awwww….yes Sir.”

“So??”

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

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

“Oh thank you good Sir, I will.”

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

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

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

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

Hmmmm….good choice! Carry on girls!

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

i have made a few birch floggers, and enjoy using them. I suggest fast and furious to get the cheeks ablaze.

I have a bench just like this!

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

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

A real spanking!

Vintage Bondage – No 6

A well known piece of apparatus…

A thought tfor you…

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

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

i think this is the oldest photo I have come across. I bet the gardener thought that outdoor lessons were a really good idea! I bet he is behind the bushes masturbating like crazy!

Mummy has gone away to relatives for a few days and has told her oldest daughter to keep an eye on her younger sisters.

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

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

….almost!


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

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

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

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

What a lovely bottom to spank, don’t you think so?

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

Two lovely bottoms all ready for a good spanking. Fancy helping her?

I have lots of implements, take your pick.

I love the diaper position, pulling the knickers down after putting them there is the trick, like this good fellow. So much more rewarding to do the reveal with a blushing bottom and pushed up pussy.

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

I like to keep my vintage girls nice and trim, so it is time for some exercise! I encourage them to keep going at a pace with some very important gym equipment…

My Size 13 Plimsol!

This simply is not good enough girls!

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

Lucy, Kate, bring your legs down!

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

Afterwards I send them for a shower.

Then, next day….

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

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

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

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

After all the exercise, I decided some relaxation would be good, so I took them to an opium den!

Anyway…back to spanking!

Two girls have been caught scrumping! Time to make four rosey red apples, using their bare bottom cheeks!

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

I imagine them working together as typists, their conversation somehow got around to spanking. They decided to meet somewhere privat to talk more and one thing led to another!

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

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

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

I saw everything.

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

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

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

so….Fighting!

Lets watch a girl fight…

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

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

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

Looks like the long haired girl. 

I have two more from the sixties here, this really does remind me of the one I witnessed, but they had more clothes on…shame!

 

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

I have posted the only two surviving photos, some detail stands out better in each colour.

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

Let’s pause a while, and just look at the glory of the female bottom either in or out of lingerie, it is such a beautiful thing to admire…and spank!

 

 

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


 

 

 

Nice aren’t they.

Naughty Nurses…

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

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

…it is 1958

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

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

“The spankings I guess.”

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

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

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

“What!?!? On my bare bottom?”

She hears giggles, people are listening at the door. 

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

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

 

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

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

Training at St.Hughs would carry on as before.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

There will be much more to come here, so keep popping back…

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

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

Vintage Bondage Number 4 … A set depicting the use of frames, especially the St.Andrews Cross.


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

I have a man working on one!

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

Samantha is going to be a Nun for me soon.

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

Yeah…right!

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

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

Lucy!…Lucy!! Come here, I want to try something! She loves the cross!

For the next few, let’s imagine we have a time machine…

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

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

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

Oh I enjoyed that did you?

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

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

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

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

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

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

 

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

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

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

“Yes Miss.” Says the now tearful girl.

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

We watched the whole spanking.

Then went back to the machine, I don’t know about you, but watching these are getting me very excited. Around our brass beds there are red velvet curtains, with lots of books and pictures. Shall we close them and relieve ourselves of some tension? Then we can have tea, a cosy chat, some sleep and carry on tomorrow. (In my mind you are an attractive woman!) I listen to your moans and a few smacks behind the curtains before we sleep!

….next morning. I have made breakfast, let our spanking adventure continue. 

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

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

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

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

You blush, and on we go!

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

You open the door.

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

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

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

You chuckle and off we go to who knows where.

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

…you giggle.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

I hold out my hand, you take it (remember! In my mind you are a woman!)

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Blushing, you reply, ” Yes. A lot!”

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

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

“A duel?”

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

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

 

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

 

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

Why did they fight?

Funny really! A flower arrangement!

Why bare?

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

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

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

Yes, these acre the real ones!

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

That should have sufficed in my opinion.

Arrested…


The walk of shame…

The spankings…

 

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

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

We were back at Mrs Walters establishment, she was just spanking two of her girls at the finishing school. We looked at each other and smiled. This was much more to our taste!

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

The 1930’s…

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

A lesson in ‘in time to the beat’

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

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

She agreed enthusiastically.

 

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

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

Much more to come, call back often!


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