New Girls for Spanking

A while ago I put an advert out on PP asking for new girls to come to my school for a spanking or more, and the chance to appear in one of my stories.

I was staggered by the response of pretty young girls wanting to come and bare their bottom for a spanking.

I already have my main team of lovely spanking models, that will not change.

I already have a full client list of ‘private customers’ who do not want to be photographed, just spanked in their fantasy scenarios.

But for one of my stories, I needed new girls, to come straight from court, to my school of correction. To be stripped, put in school uniform, and punished, before being sent to the dormitory to begin their new life. Their sentence, without a criminal record would then begin, under the auspices of Miss Kenworthy. Sometimes a week, sometimes a month, sometimes longer.

The first girl to apply was Molly.


This is not one of my stories. This is a description of what happened with each girl, the real girl, not a story character. The ones who replied to my advert.

Like most newcomers she arrived with her  bag of belongings, and obviously a little nervous. We had written a few times prior to our meeting and I had constantly reassured her that I am a gentleman, and what I do is built on trust, respect, and most of all, recommendation.

I soon put her at ease over tea and cake, and before long she was comfy in my warm friendly company, having a chuckle. Then we talked about her spanking.

She told me why she needed a spanking, it was all to do with being unkind to a young teacher, and making her life hell. 

So, an hour later after shooting her transformation into a naughty girl in  school uniform I gave her a real good telling off about her behaviour, pointing out how the poor young woman must have felt. I told her to imagine the woman was there now, to witness her punishment, and afterwards agreeing to get on with her life, the matter finally being closed.

She said she wished she was.

I told her that if this was in my day as a Headmaster, at my school,  in my office, that even though it was her first spanking, it would be a hard long one on the bare, and if she did not apologise and show true regret, I would use the plimsol on her bare behind and quite possibly finish with the cane!

In real life she had had her bottom smacked and stroked, but she had never been spanked. I told her quite plainly that she needed a good spanking and would feel better for it, and that only one person who decides when it is over…


This scared her a little, so I offered a safe word and assurance that I would stop instantly. But added, that for her own good she should try to struggle on through the pain and shock, to the end, and be grateful that someone has finally put an end to her guilt.

She agreed.

I told her to stand to my right as I sat on an old wooden chair. I instructed her to lift her gym slip, and lower her knickers to her knees. I turned to take her hand, her delightful pussy was only two feet from my nose. I gave a gentle tug and over she came. Her virginal soft pert young bare bottom arched up towards me, trembling. I could feel her nervousness on my lap.

It was a tense moment, the whole world at that instant condensed to her, in my secluded, perfectly safe spanking sanctuary, draped over my knee. We could make as much noise as we liked, nobody would hear or disturb us. The air was  still, sunlight illuminated her firm young cheeks, her fine downy bottom hair stood up.

I wrapped my left arm around her tiny waist and gripped. I raised my right hand, holding it stiff and firm in a slight arch to match the curve of her cheeks.

Using all my skills I began, straight into a hard fast flurry of firm smacks. Four on her right cheek, two on the left, three to each then two on each alternating. The poor girl screamed, bucked and wriggled!

She had no idea where the next resounding smack woul fall.

Her right arm flew around in instinctive protection.

Ha! I was ready for that! I caught it easily around the wrist and forced it to the small of her back. ‘How dare she try to block me?!’

The noise she made was a series of loud hisses in the sharp form of …

“Ahh ahh ahh ahhh!”

It spurred me on, her bottom was soon hot and crimson.

No safe word was shouted, so I swung high, and landed hard, watching the shock waves ripple through the soft flesh like the sea might on the shore in a stiff breeze.

“I’m sorry Miss Worthington…I’m so sorry!” She wailed.

I believed her, the apology shot forth repeatedly, in earnest, between her squeals.

I finished the bare  bottom spanking using just my fingers, hard and stiff, each smack leaving four white stripes for a brief moment in time as I said loudly “Let this be a lesson you will never forget young lady!”

She squealed her reply as her bottom bounced “Oh it is Mr Jones! I won’t ever forget…thank you, thank you!”

I stopped.

Breathing hard I watched her cheeks settle. Neither of us spoke for a few minutes as I gently stroked her bottom.

We continued the shoot, taking photos of her red bottom. She asked if I minded if she masturbated at the end. This is very common. I consented and watched. 

As she left she thanked me and asked…”Next time can I try the plimsoll?”


The next new girl, in September is Karen.


more to come…


The Welcome Home


There is a young woman, named Samantha, who loves to act the role of a 1950’s style submissive housewife…

I am still working on the story, but all the photos are taken.

Let’s jump from fantasy to real life for a moment ….Samantha Alexander is a lovely broad minded, naughty young woman, but her Mummy follows her on Twitter, and so she does not want anything too naughty on there. We don’t want her Mummy spanking her do we?

YES YES YES…I know you do, I would love to see it myself.

But it is all about being a gentleman and respecting a friend’s wishes. So please do not copy and post any of these on Social Media.

A hot summers day sees Samantha come back from one of her modelling assignments, to her beautiful house.

I have noticed over the years that the warmer the weather, or a room, even in winter, the naughtier she gets. As she closed the door behind her she was glad to feel the coolness of her home.

It did nothing to cool her ardour. She was aroused.

Samantha projects her wonderful image to the world via her web sites, but in the privacy of her own home, she loves to behave like an obedient wife of the 1950’s, where a girl was spanked, often, when her husband decided she needed it.

Her mind began to wander, her maid Kate had left her home in a beautiful state, a long day at leisure beckoned…so do did her pussy. The crotch of her yoga pants were already developing a damp patch.


Maybe to you it is a strange thought to pop into her head. But to Samantha, they epitomised the devoted submissive wife of her favourite decade. Her idol in life was Marilyn Monroe, it was her who initially sparked her interest in the era. She saw a photo set of her once, wearring an apron and loved the way it showed her waist and legs off.

Close by to where she lived was An old Hall, and it’s illustrious owner in the 1950’s, was an unlikely friend of Marilyn.  To think that her favourite had trod the grass so close to where she lived, was one of the reasons she purchased the house.

From a local antique and collectible centre, she had accrued a little collection, and they were stored in a cupboard close by, she turned to go and look. Her house was quite immaculate, everything had a place, and Kate her maid had to keep everything in its place. Usually, she succeeded.

There they were, all freshly laundered, in a neat little pile. She took three out and took them to the table.

Where she decided which one to wear today. The black one with flowers.

She found it sexy, in a spanking way, to remain dressed on the top half, but to be bare under the apron. She got changed.

I think you will agree that the apron looked lovely, but in a way, spoilt a lovely view!

But not from the back, as you can see…

Here she is putting the other aprons away in the storage cabinet.

She started doing a few chores, not that many needed doing really, but she knew the postman was coming soon.

She liked to be seen you see. Always in a subtle way, she knew he watched, she knew he dropped his trousers and pants to have a good hard wank, but she never let him know, that she knew.

Across the way from her garden was a woman called Claudia, a busybody. She would constantly look from the windows of her house, for anything. She was the chairwoman of the local neighbourhood watch committee.

Looking over a wall, or hedge, into a garden was not unknown!

Over the past six months alone, she had reported Samantha to Mr Jones eight times. He was a professional disciplinarian who came to see Samantha now and then, to satisfy her need for a spanking.

He was much older than Samantha, and between them, they had led Claudia to believe he was a strict uncle. When Samantha went away, she told her to ring her Uncle if anything was amiss. The first time she rang him about two windows left open, he said she should be more careful and would spank her on her return home. Claudia feigned shock, but was delighted.

They made sure she could see when she was spanked, and sure enough they spotted her looking. Well, to be exact, Samantha did, as she looked up from her spanking. Since that day two things have happened…

Claudia became extra diligent in her duties.


Claudia began having the best orgasms of her life! Both as she watched the punishments, and as she thought of the punishments in her ‘alone time’.

As I said, Samantha started doing a few jobs in the kitchen, waiting for the gate to click, and then aim her bare bottom towards the kitchen window.

One of her many passions is baking, often trying to match a creation from her favourite T.V. Programme. She baked some muffins…

She did a few more little chores in the kitchen, the postman could have arrived ten minutes ago, or ten minutes from now. She knew he had a big…(now now!) …postal round to cover, and could not be precise in his calling time. She stood to smell the baking and waited.

She heard footsteps approaching…So, she dashed to the sink, and washed a cup. She saw the postman walk across her yard to the back door.

The postman pushed his Mail through the letter box and turned…he was not dissappointed, once again she put on a show.

Claudia pressed her nose to her window as he took hold of his throbbing manhood, let his trousers and pants fall to the floor and pull his loose foresking back and forth over his swollen head until hot creamy sperm shot onto the window to run down, sticky and steaming. It only took a minute, this is what he saw…

She waited until he was almost ready to shoot onto her window before she turned to bend over, it was at that moment she heard him groan, and a wet splat, splat, splat on the glass!

Why not do the same?

Expand the next photo, spurt on her window as she wiggles her naughty bare bottom for you! Can you see her looking at your throbbing desperate cock? 

Ooooh, was that nice Mr.Postman?

The timer on the cooker ‘tinged’ and Samantha got her buns out!

Now come on! You know very well I mean the buns in the oven!

And put them on a cooling rack on her ample worktop.

Claudia rang me to report her wayward neighbour, and I thanked her. I told her that if she looks out for me, she will see Samantha get a sound bare bottom spanking soon after my arrival.

As Samantha was surveying her lovely buns, I rang…

Her phone was docked and on speaker.

I told her that she had been reported for flashing her bare bottom to the postman whilst he masturbated looking through the window, and that she must be ready and in position for a damn good bare bottom spanking on my arrival at 5.00 that evening.

I  could not see her, we were not on face time like when she masturbates for me. But I could imagine her naughty face as she squirmed!

I told her to go and get in a spanking position now, because I was going to ring Claudia back and tell her, and she was sure to look. We both knew that Claudia would rub her pussy frantically as she did so.

Samantha took a bite of a bun, and then went, ‘to assume the position’.

I rang Claudia and told her. Two minutes later, her knickers were down as she sat by the window looking at Samantha presenting her bottom. “Oh young lady! You are going to get such a spanking!”

Samantha knew exactly how Claudia’s fingers would be frigging away on her dripping wet cunt, and wiggled her bottom, to help her orgasm!

She gave her what she thought would be enough time to orgasm, and moved on. That is when it began…

She was excited, Mr Jones was visiting. He was coming to punish her. It was what he did, either to fulfil a sexual fantasy, or a deep need to ease a guilty conscience of a girl with a spanking need.

He was a Professional Disciplinarian and had lots of clients, the vast majority female, aged between 25 and upwards, to around 50. She liked him, a lot. He was much older, which she wanted. A sort of father figure, a strict Uncle, or a Headmaster. He scared her a little, and took no nonsense. He punished a naughty girl as he saw fit, and the punishment only finished when he decided. There was no safe word. “What’s the point of a safe word? It is a punishment. The naughty girl has no say in the matter. You consent to that, in writing, or you look elsewhere.” Was what he had said. And she had signed on the ‘bottom line’. She was in his charge, she was in his care, and that was it…simple.

She began to walk around the house, putting herself in spanking positions and corner time. By the time he came she would be at the dizzy height of spanking arousal. He would know this of course, he knew all things spanking. That is why he sometimes positioned her at the corner of furniture, so she could push and rub to orgasm as he spanked. He even suggested having a corner of the table made special, by fastening a piece of red padded, rough textured, leather. For her pussy to rub hard on. Maybe even protruding a little, to fit between the legs.

“But people would ask!” She said.

“Exactly”, he replied.

She was thinking about it. 

First she placed herself in the position she would greet him in tonight.

Beginning to thrust, she was getting excited, but delayed her orgasm. “Now, now Samantha, delay it!” She told herself as she walked to stand with her back to the stairs. 

Images of past corner times began to drift through her mind…

So she put her hands on her head and stood on display, as she often had to under his instruction. Always ordered not to turn, and to stand in silence until told to move, and definitely no rubbing.

Although Mr Jones was not there, she could feel his eyes on her bottom. Often as she stood there she could hear him breath steadily, she wished she could hear him now.

But in another few hours he will be.

The clock in its old oak case ticked slowly. She felt a trickle of juice leave her pussy and run into the dimple of her upper inner thigh, nestled in her crutch. How on earth would she last until he came. The thought of her masturbation room came into her mind, and a slow journey towards it began.

In her apron pocket was a duster, she began to polish the bannister rail, her mind drifting to all the spankings she had had in her lovely home. 

She smiled to herself as she remembered a spanking on the stairs. He had gone up them and found the bannister sticky, she confessed to straggling it to masturbate and not wiping it. 

If asked, Samantha would admit to being an exhibitionist, and showing herself at the window was a passion. Mr Jones had punished her in the same places where she had done this, which of course she knew she would love.

Upon reaching the first window a particularly long painful spanking with a hairbrush came to mind. She recalled seeing Claudia with her binoculars!

How she pushed her bottom up for it, and how Claudia’s binoculars wobbled as her other hand busied itself in her wet bush.

Turning the corner of the stairwell she walked up to the landing. Here, more images of past spankings came to mind.

The sound of the slipper landing on her plump cheeks, the sound of my voice chastising her, and the deep sinking pain after the initial sting, flooded her mind.

Her masturbation room was down the hallway, she thought of going there next, but an imaginary voice called her into the next room, her bedroom. The voice belonged to one of her heroes, Marilyn Monroe. She fantasised about her. Lesbian fantasies of domination, submission and octane fuelled sex!

The voice told the naughty girl to enter.

At first she did not look at the picture on the wall, she imagined Marilyn looking at her, scrutinising her as she polished.

She imagined dropping the expensive ornament, maybe it could be an Oscar! She imagined Marilyn being so very cross.

“Samantha! You naughty girl! Pass me the cane!”

“Now bend over before your Mistress, assume the position!”

“Yes Mistress Marilyn.”

“Now get on the presentation chair, display yourself to me!”



After staying there for five minutes, she imagined Marilyn coming back, naked, with a huge ‘strap on’. “Get over the edge of the bed…you dirty little bitch! Beg me for this!”

“Fuck me Marilyn! Fuck me please!” She shouted to the empty house.

Imagine that if you will! Marilyn Monroe fucking Samantha Alexander with a huge strap on! After caning her! Hmm, fantasies don’t get much better than that for me! I need to have a wank!

Whew! Five minutes later, feeling relaxed, I will carry on for you!

…she left her bedroom, feeling moist and walked down the corridor to her masturbation room. Stopping at the mirror next to it, she looked at her reflection, smiled, and went in.

The bed in this room was soft and springy, she bounced up on to it and grabbed the headboard. Looking outside she could see other gardens. A couple had people in, and she could see movement behind one of Claudia’s curtains. “Does she never stop busybodying?”

She decided to give her something to look at….SMACK! She began to spank her own bottom! “I bet you wish you could spank me!” …smack, smack, smack!

The sound of the smacks, the sting, and the sensation, we’re all too much! She had to get her fingers in her wet pussy without delay!

She lay on the bed, opened her legs, lifted her apron and began playing with herself…

Oh God, her need was so great that a first pulse of orgasm twitched as soon as she caressed her erect clit. Her mounds were swollen. She slid fingers in, then rubbed, she was so excited, and so much in need, that she did not know what to do next…she just needed to cum!

“Ohhhh Mr Jones, I am such a naughty girl! Chastise me! Tell me I am naughty and need a spanking…ohhh fuck!….on my bare bottom! Yes, spank me Sir, please, oh fucking hell…ooooh!”

more soon!… patient!…





Tamara, the making of a Domme

Tamara is in her sixth year, and is a very well respected girl at her school. Diligent, and dutiful in her work, as well as a fun loving friend to know, she was quite rightly a very popular girl.

At her time at school she had seen a lot of girls punished, quite often on the bare bottom over a teacher’s knee, man or woman, and very often bent over touching their toes or kneeling on some punishment furniture.

Ever since the day she first saw it happen, it intrigued and excited her. Many a night in bed, before sleep, would be spent with her fingers working in her warm, moist pussy as she imagined punishing another girl, or, more often, one of the boys from the school the other side of town. How she wished her school was mixed, instead of being all girls. She would love to see a naughty boy, bent over, pants down, squealing like a girl as some Master curled some rattan cane around his naughty cheeks.

It was well known that the boys school had much harder punishments too. Some in front of the whole school! The number of strokes was higher too, up to 24 strokes on the bare in extreme cases.

So it has to be said, that even in her formative years, spanking was in her mind. Nowadays in her adulthood, approaching her prime, she is an adored Domme, dealing with naughty boys and girls bottoms every day she can, as well as being a much sought after model.

How did she develop into this woman, from being an ‘A’ grade school girl with her fantasies.

Well sit down, rest a while, and let me tell you all about it…

It all all began on an April day. Miss Cooper had asked her to collect some photocopying she had done for Tamara, it was for a project she was doing on ‘the Tunnels of Welbeck Abbey’. She had left it in a locked study room for her to collect, and Mr G.Reece overheard.

He was a well respected member of staff, but a lot of the girls found him a little too much at times. He stood too close when in their personal space, when he was describing something on a one to be be basis. It made them feel a little uneasy.

The truth of the matter was that secretly, Mr Reece was very fond of young girls bottoms and using his phone, he had amassed quite a collection of ‘up skirt’ photographs of the sixth form girls over the years.

He took his opportunity , given inadvertently by Miss Cooper, and raced to the room in question to find the photo copying and hide it right at the back of the bottom drawer in a small cabinet. Every teacher had a master key for study rooms and detention rooms.

Then he waited in the room opposite for Tamara, who had gone to the janitors to pick up and sign the logbook for the key, to go in, and start searching for the papers

He walked in, stealthily and watched. He reached for his phone, his hand brushing by his erect manhood. The prospect of seeing this girls knickers excited him, he had been waiting for an opportunity for ages.

The right pocket of his trousers had a carefully made hole in, his manhood was thrusting and throbbing through, the pulsating purple head almost on view. He trapped his cock between his finger and thumb to give it a few quick strokes as he stood, being careful not to go by the point of no return.

Oh it felt so good stroking away, knowing the risk, knowing that she had no idea, he thought about speeding the stroking up, and coming in his palm, (he had pretended to catch a sneeze in his handkerchief on many an occasion) but just before the sensation began to move into ‘the zone’, he stopped.

He coughed, “Hello Tamara, what are you doing in here?”

“Oh I am just looking for some photocopying Miss Cooper left for me.”

“Oh right, I wondered why the door was open, last time she left something for me, it was in the bottom drawer.”

“Oh really? I’ll have a look.” She said as she reached over.

He moved in, phone at the ready.

Her skirt rode up to reveal her tight, white school knickers, stretched across the firm ripe cheeks of her plump bottom.

“Oh it’s that blasted drawer again Tamara, it seems to scrape papers right to the back if the drawer is full, push your hand right inside, try to reach to the back.”

“Okay Mr. Reece…uuuuuuurgh!”

Oh what a sight! It was the best he had ever seen, he moved in for the perfect shot.

Unfortunately for him, he had left the volume on his phone to an ‘outdoor setting’ the click of the sound like a camera shutter shouted out…’I am taking a photo of your bottom!”

Tamara spun around in a flash, literally, just as the phone camera flashed. He had his settings to ‘auto’ and bending down so far in the darker corner made his camera flash. Poor Mr Reece, known to his fellow teachers as Meticulous Reece had slipped up, simply because he had acted on the spur of the moment. He was flustered, he had never been so unprepared! Always…ALWAYS! He had carefully planned his shots. In an instant he could see his life, his reputation, and his sacred pension begin to crumble, before his eyes.

“Mr Reece! You are taking photos of my bum and knickers….you dirty beast!”

“I….I….was, er…..I …I….I” spluttered the panicking Mr.Reece.

“Pass me that phone!” Shouted Tamara.

He was like a spectator at his own downfall. The evidence was there before him, he knew she was to see it any second, but his feet were rooted to the spot, he was speechless, and frozen in time.

His chance of survival was gone, she moved in and saw herself there on the screen.

“That, Mr Reece, is my school knicker clad bottom! On your phone! Kindly tell me why it is there…hmmmm?”

“Furthermore Mr.Reece, I suspect there are many more! Come on, it’s too late now, show me! I think Mr.Jones our Headmaster will want to see this! And, the police! You are finished Mr.Reece, you disgusting man!”

Mr.Reece fell to his knees, to beg. Tamara was surprised and delighted. To have a man of Mr.Reeves stature begging for mercy, on his knees before her was like a switch being turned in her head. She loved the feeling, and joy spread across her face as the sniveling grovelling man said…

“Please, please Miss Kenworthy, don’t report me, do anything you like, anything at all, I will comply with any request, just don’t report me! I beg you, please Miss, please!”

“Okay Mr.Reece. I won’t. After school meet me in here, I will decide on your fate as the day goes by. AND REMEMBER…you said ANYTHING! Now leave!”

Mr Reece spent the next hour as happy, cheerful and courteous as he had felt for years. Nothing was to much trouble for anyone. What a relief. But as the school clocks ticked along in unison a feeling of foreboding settled on him. What would she do?

After school he went to the same room, and walked in, head bowed in shame. She was stood there looking powerful. He had never felt so submissive in his life.

She beckoned him with her crooked finger. He walked like a naughty boy might to his Mummy, to have his bottom spanked.

“You have been a naughty boy Mr.Reece, and naughty boys get their naughty little bottoms punished. Come here!”

His manhood rose, she watched the tip of his cock swell, and smiled.

“Here is what we are going to do. I have seen you in your tennis kit, and must say that you keep trim Mr.Reece. I have it on good authority that the boys across town have to come for the cane in their P.E. outfit. Go and put it on….NOW!”

He trotted down the corridor to the staff room and put it on, then jogged back. He got his breath back, and entered the room, whereupon she told him to lock the door.

“Come here you naughty boy!”

He stood before her, meekly.

“I am going to punish you hard Mr.Reece.”

“Yes Miss Kenworthy.”

“I think we will have those shorts off boy!”

Trembling fingers undid his shorts and he removed them for his young Mistress.

She told him to go to the stool and bent to pick his discarded shorts up.

She gently placed them on a desk and turned to survey her quivering prey. Her pussy began to throb excitedly, the anticipation was lovely.

The feeling of being in control of what up until now had been a person in authority was a new experience to her, and she liked it. “Underpants down Mr Reece, bare your bottom for me!”

He lowered them without question. He was old, but in good shape. How she wished she was a teacher at the boys school, ‘just imagine’ she thought, ‘having one of those loud mouthed young tear-aways baring his quivering bottom.

Then her thoughts went through a miriad of scenarios, and surprisingly mature men, proper men, with responsible jobs grovelling before her thrilled her to the core. It was almost like a mild orgasm.

It was wonderful. She looked at his bottom, bare. She looked at him, trembling. She began to talk, and instinctively, she did it rather well.

“You are a very naughty boy Mr Reece, aren’t you?”


“Call me Miss.”

“Yes Miss.”

Being called Miss excited her more. “And what do naughty boys get? Hmmm?”

“Spanked bottoms Miss.”

“Yes they do! They get really red sore bottoms, which stops them sitting down for ages don’t they?”

“Yes Miss.”

“And you, are a very….naughty…boy!”



Penelope the Masked Marauder


Talking of photos, the odd one or two are slightly blur for now, I will sharpen them one day.

*****  *****

In a sleepy English town, called Highlikely all is not quite what it seems.

It is pretty without doubt, the people are happy living there, and care for the place they live in. All the usual things happen, summer fairs and fetes, grand Christmas Pantomimes and decorations, and the church oversees it all, under the guidance of Reverend Brown, who recently was bestowed a great honour.

As well as being the religious icon of the town, projecting an image of goodwill and heartfelt charity, he has just been given the honour of the Town Mayor.

Mrs Sidebottom was shocked, it was a two horse race she was desperate to win. It was a race that in all honesty the Reverend Brown would have been happy for her to win.

The truth is, she is a busybody, a very active member of the church, the font of all gossip, and… the leader of the church choir, which she runs like some sort of musical military boot camp!

One of the Nun’s at the local Catholic High School for Girls, Sister Samantha, has watched it all unfold with amusement. She helps with the choir, in fact, she helps with everything. To be exact about it, she is one of those people who hovers in the background making everything work, almost unnoticed. Apart from Reverend Brown, he does notice, and sister Samantha is glad he does, she likes him, and teaches his daughter.

To the village populous, and the church school, Sister Samantha has a warm and helpful reputation. But to any naughty girl at school, her reputation is of a strict disciplinarian. ‘Spare the rod, spoil the child.’ Were her by-words.

It has to be said, that Mrs Sidebottom produces excellent results. The choir is noted and respected, but other choirs say that there seems to be little in the way of fun. Many other choirs turn up to concerts and competitions doing modern songs, clapping and dancing even, often in costumes, and their choirs have beautiful names.

Where as the Highlikely Choir is quite staid and set in its ways, the Sidebottom way. Traditional in every way, ‘it was good enough for me as a girl!” Gertrude Sidebottom would always say, when asked for some sort of change.

This  mayoral election all happened two weeks ago, and Gertrude has accepted her defeat very well now. Things have got back to normal, and after all the talk of ‘who will be elected’ the townsfolk are back on their favourite topic…”who is the masked marauder?”

For a year or more people have fallen into traps, or been sent to somewhere nobody expected them, found their garden gnomes in odd places, and even had their front door locks glued up. Someone was having fun at other peoples expense, and the ‘other people’ did not like it!

Mrs Sidebottom in particular hated it all. And was on a mission, to find the culprit. You see, just before the election a crude drawing of her farting, as she leaned over in her chair was pinned to the church hall notice board, with words saying…’is this why she is called Miss Sidebottom…. Paaaaaarp!’

Ever since then she has eyed everyone with suspicion.

And things have got steadily worse. Silly drawings is one thing, but letting tyres down is silly and dangerous.

Having your milk and egg order changed from 2 pints and 6 eggs, to 20 pints and 6 dozen eggs causes inconvenience.

As for putting pretend notes of professed love through letterboxes to be found by angry wives or husband,well; that is beyond a joke!

Mrs Sidebottom kept a watchful eye at all times.

Sister Samantha had guiltily found it very funny indeed, and kept a copy of the drawing of Mrs Sidebottom letting rip, for her own amusement.

Reverend Brown had settled in to his new role, and quite liked the prospect of hosting functions, opening events and planting trees. Especially visits to schools, one in particular lay about a month ahead, the one his pride and joy went to.

Penelope Brown, his well behaved model of a daughter, went to Saint Lucy’s High School for Girls, she was Head Girl. Everyone looked to her as the girl they wished their daughter was like, or whom their son would eventually bring home as a girlfriend.

But one person was shrewd, and saw things other people didn’t. That was Sister Samantha, she could see right through Penelope’s ‘good little girl’ image, and instead she saw a scheming manipulative brat. Her right arm was itching to punish the girl on her bare bottom, severely! She would enjoy teaching her the error of her ways, but, until now, she had been elusive, and as slippery as an eel. Although she did not know for sure, she was almost certain that Penelope had got many a girl a bare bottom spanking or worse, the cane. She suspected that Penny, loved seeing them ‘get it’.

Sister Samantha was renowned as a ‘no nonsense’ disciplinarian. Reverend Brown knew this, and very often in his times of relaxation, imagined himself bent over before her, trousers down.

In the old Vicarage, Penny was busy doing her study, up in her room…allegedly!

Sat in her mask, looking in the mirror with an evil smile, she was plotting. Plotting the biggest embarrassment of Mrs Sidebottom’s life!

“Zee Masked Maraurder strikes again! They seek her here, they seek her there, but nobody is clever enough to catch zee elusive Masked Maraurder!” She laughed.

As  often happens in life, after a relatively quiet time socially, two things crop up on the same day. This happened to Penelope. The Summer Fete, and a concert by one of her favourite local boy bands, ‘The Fallen Angels’ were on the same day!

Because of his respected position in the community, Reverend Brown expected his dear daughter to once again show everyone just how lucky he was to have such a good girl, and told her to help the ladies on the cake stall, or look after the young children.

Penelope was devastated, but agreed happily. She knew she would think of a way out, or, to be more precise ‘The Masked Marauder’ would come up with a plan, and the plan she was plotting for Mrs Sidebottom would be perfect, just a few little adjustments and the Masked Maraurder might be able to go to the ball!

She was not going to miss the concert if she could possibly help it, it was even more exciting now, because she heard on the local radio that everyone was attending in white, and the lighting effects were going to make them all look fabulous. Not only that, but they were being filmed for the local T.V. Station. She could be on the Telly!

She imagined herself  as one of ‘The Fallen Angels’ …in a mask, of course!

At school the next day, four of her friends were off ill. A ‘bug’ was going around, people were being sick or having to run to the toilet urgently. She came home feeling a bit off it, and her Daddy told her to stay at home the next day. Her tummy ache never materialized into a full blown stomach upset, but the idea it gave her, developed into a wonderful plan, fitting into her idea she was already plotting for Mrs Sidebottom perfectly. The Masked Maraurder spent the day planning and plotting.

With a  well made plan, (developed over the day), in her mind, Lucy met two of her friends later, she felt sure they would accompany her to the concert and help her plan work.

She was so annoyed when she found out that they too were having to stay and help. One of them, Kate had been asked to help out in the crèche looking after the toddlers. Penny told them of her cunning plan, and asked them to help. She also revealed her identity to them, proudly showing them her mask!

They were thrilled to know the identity of the masked marauder!

The plan in Lucy’s mind was formulated to include recent events, namely the bout of tummy upsets! Her Daddy was prone to constipation, and had a good supply of laxative powders. Perhaps, if they volunteered to bake cakes, such as butterfly buns, muffins, and cup cakes. They could put laxative in the mix, the children would soon feel poorly and if they made sure some of the Mummy’s staying at the event ate some, then they would feel ill, and leave, taking the children with them. This way, at least one member of almost every family would feel ill.  News would spread, and the cake store, along with the crèche would have to be closed to stop the outbreak spreading.

Charlotte and Kate thought it brilliant, they all hugged. They were ‘going to the concert’ after all!!!

Later that evening Sister Samantha was dusting the pews of the church, talking to her favourite man, the Reverend Brown.

In walked the three girls, asking the Reverend if they could bake cakes together for the stalls.

Daddy was so proud of his daughter and friends, and agreed, singing their virtues to Sister Samantha, who smiled politely and thanked the girls.

It was at this moment that the first error of ‘The Masked Maraurder’ and her accomplishes occurred, it was down to Charlotte, who inadvertently dropped one of the concert flyers. It fluttered to the floor as they turned to leave, following Reverend Brown and his ‘oh so perfect’ daughter.

This was the moment the plan, in its infancy….SHATTERED…

Sister Samantha picked it up, and immediately saw the date, the same date as the Church Fete. She saw it as divine intervention, it was time to unmask the naughty girl in the mask, and reveal her identity, and bare bottom, to all. All she had to do was wait, and watch. As sure as God made little green apples, these three girls would be found out and punished.

She watched them leave, enjoying seeing them so happy. ‘Ignorance is bliss girls, off you go, dig yourself a very deep hole and walk right into it!”

The girls had great fun as they happily ‘baked’ their plan one evening, a couple of days before the Church Fete.

Penny took care of adding the secret ingredient. She emptied four sachets into each mix. The cup cakes, muffins, and butterfly buns were armed and dangerous! All ready to deliver to the home of Mrs.Sidebottom in the morning.

The next morning came and the cakes and pastries were all delivered to the church hall, Sister Samantha and Mrs Sidebottom were as usual at the hub of things, directing people here and there. When Mrs Sidebottom took the cakes, she immediately ate two, and another secretly, saying  that the cakes could not have come at a better time, she was starving, and her tummy empty, because she had been so busy.

The day was hot and sunny, and it was soon obvious that things like ice cream and strawberries and fresh cream, along with cold drinks were going to be most popular. Their plan began to fail.

Some other girls from school came along to the fete, all dressed in white, happily telling everyone, especially Penny, that they were off to the concert. Penny was seething, and quickly came up with a plan to spoil things, by shouting happily, (to disguise her anger) ‘Hey girls, I wish I was going too, but I have to stop here, why not take some of these with you, for your tea, they are not selling too well and the heat will affect them soon.’

The girls took them, and all said how well she had taken not being able to go to the concert.

Sister Samantha as usual took everything in, observing. She was pleased to see Penny being so grown up. Maybe she was not as bad as she thought.

The afternoon, and early evening rolled on and her cakes were still hardly touched, but then people started to feel like tea and cake instead of strawberries and ice cream, as the day turned just a little cooler. Although it was to late for the concert, she could ‘get even’ and the ones she targeted were the members of the choir, starting with Mrs Sidebottom.

“Hello Mrs Sidebottom, my cakes were not wanted much with the hot weather so I am giving them away, would you like a couple?”

Mrs Sidebottom could not turn down such an offer, her appetite had returned a little. She shouted the others over and between them had quite a little feast, complimenting Penny on her baking skills and her good nature.

Sister Samantha was close by, and looked on with interest and curiosity.

The evening choir concert began, and with great style. Penny, sat with Kate and Charlotte, watched with her camera phones at the ready. Soon she saw Mrs Sidebottom begin to struggle, then rapidly lose control, having to run from the stage, red faced as loud long lasting farts issued forth!

Penny and her friends almost thought that this was better than the concert they really wanted to see, and rolled about laughing and pointing.

Sister Samantha saw this and it did not take her long to figure out what had happened. She made it her mission to follow the girls especially Penelope, as often as she could, to prove they were so naughty.

She did not have to wait long at all. Next morning she went to visit Mrs Sidebottom, and found out that nearly all the choir had been violently ill, all dashing to the toilet every few minutes to evacuate their bowels.

Providence struck, the Reverend Brown asked his daughter to also go and see Mrs Sidebottom and to take flowers, along with the remaining cakes.

Sister Samantha told Mrs Sidebottom of her suspicions and when Penny arrived, asked if she could stay to listen, and then on Penny’s departure, she would follow her. Mrs Sidebottom agreed, and a suitable hiding place for Sister Samantha was found.

Penelope came in looking and sounding like a sympathetic concerned visitor, with a pretty bunch of flowers. “Oh my Daddy told me of your illness, and I was so pleased he asked me to come and see you, how ghastly it sounds and quite a few others are poorly too I understand.”

Sister Samantha stood still listening and shaking her head in disbelief.

“Let me put these in some water Mrs Sidebottom, shall I make you anything?”

She asked for a cup of tea and maybe an arrowroot biscuit, which her father ways said was good for an upset bowel or tummy. “You’ll find them in the pantry!”

Penny went into the kitchen, and both Mrs Sidebottom and Sister Samantha followed. They suspected she might do something to the drink, but what transpired was worse and could not have worked better.

There was a wash basket full of clothes, and on the top were a pair of Mrs.Sidebottoms rather large knickers! Penny put the kettle on and as she waited, she spotted them. To say she found them amusing would be a great understatement! She put them on the table and took photos, then, as she reached for the biscuits she saw a packet of chocolate ones. She took one out and smeared chocolate on the seat of the pants, to make it look like Mrs.Sidebottom had had an accident.

She rolled them up, and sent some pictures to her two co-conspirators. Messages flew back and forth, Penny giggling, and her two iends laughing uproariously.

She was about to mash the tea when Sister Samantha and Mrs Sidebottom walked to stand behind her and coughed. “Pass that phone over young lady! And my knickers!” Said Mrs.Sidebottom loudly.

Penny stood in shock, caught, and with the evidence in her hands. It was worse (or better!) than what the two ladies thought, because evidence of all her previous pranks were there to be found.

The phone and knickers were snatched from her grasp.

“Right madam, send a message to your two friends to meet you at the church hall, now!”

Penny was in a panic, she knew the game was up and did exactly what was asked, hoping in some way, that obeying meekly, might save her.

Sister Samantha telephoned her Daddy, and they marched the poor girl, crying, all the way to the curch hall.

Within ten minutes, all were assembled. The three girls stood shame faced and crying, both of Penny’s friends saying it was all Penny’s idea. Which of course she could not deny, the evidence on the phone proved everything.

Sister Samantha suggested dealing with this like the school would, with corporal punishment, pointing out what the bible says about ‘sparing the rod spoils the child’.

The Reverend had to agree, to much protests from Penny and her two friends.


Without further ado, all three girls went over three knees and were soundly spanked.


Then to Penny’s dismay, Sister Samantha pulled out a cane. “I think a jolly good thrashing on the Penny’s bare bottom is needed, and you two can take photos and post them to everyone!”

Penny was then made to present her bare bottom and received 24 hard strokes on the bare!

Here are the photos that appeared everywhere, notice boards, bus stops, school windows.


Penny learned her lesson!


The Unusual Punishment of a Naughty Victorian Maid

The girl had become somewhat lax in her duties, and her Mistress had decided that at the next sign of her lackadaisical ways she would take action. She had watched her closely, and knew that the dreamy girl often rested in the study.

She understood that being a maid was a busy job, but she knew that the girl was taking liberties. She needed reining in.

Mistress found her asleep on a chaise lounge, when she should have been beeswaxing the wood in the room. Lady Kenworthy seized her opportunity and pulled out her riding crop from behind her back. “Caught you!”

The girl, still half asleep was taken aback, and stood up quickly.

Lady Kenworthy briskly pulled the little rocking horse, which was hers as a young girl, out from the place it stood, often with an aspidistra on top. It had great sentimental value, and an erotic past.

You see, it was on this little horse at a tender age, that Lady Kenworthy discovered the delights of rocking back and forth on it with a little extra pressure on her pussy. Indeed, her first orgasm was achieved on it, and her second third and fourth on the same day!

This punishment was not an impulsive action on the part of Lady Kenworthy, she had thought long and hard over the last few weeks, and fantasised about spanking her maid to orgasm on it!

“imagine that!” She thought to herself, and last night had achieved the climax of self arousal thinking about what was quite possibly going to happen, right now.

“Right young lady! (The maid was only three years younger than her Mistress, but such was the way of things in 1874) ….You have a choice. You can either accept corporal punishment, on my beloved Neddy here, or leave. But one thing is for sure, you are not going to carry on in this ‘come day go day’ manner any longer! What is it to be? Hmmmm??”

The girl said she did not want to leave.

And so she began to straddle the little horse.

“Lift your uniform and petticoats, I want that bottom bare!”

‘….awwww, yes, yes Mistress.’

Holding her under garments up, Mistress began to lower the girl’s bloomers.

To bare a fine plump victorian rump, just ripe for a thrashing!

The sight of those soft round globes of delicate flesh aroused Lady Kenworthy, and she spanked the girl.

Then, pushing the girl down, she told her to rock, as she whacked the crop on her fine buttocks repeatedly. The girl galloped like she was on a country chase!

Soon, Lady Kenworthy was swinging the crop with all her might!

The girl squealed and bucked, her back pressing against the moist excited pussy of her Mistress, whilst her own dripping wet slit pushed hard on to the now warm smooth mahogany horse. Rocking violently beneath her.

Both reached a shuddering orgasm together. And the horse slowed to a trot.

Both knew without doubt that the other had climaxed.

As Lady Kenworthy stood, she knew she had to stamp her authority over her girl quickly….

“I have not finished with you yet, pull your bloomers up, and get over my knee, right now!”

The crop was viscious in its landing on the rump of her maid, as her fine bottom pushed through the open back bloomers.

A lesson was learned by both.

Naughty behaviour has its rewards….a magnificent orgasm!

The girl developed into an extremely naughty maid, and Mistress was so pleased!


Deborah’s Daughter

Deborah was a well respected member of the local community. She presented herself and her house well. But…

She he had a very haughty, naughty, wilful, headstrong daughter.


‘Naughty Charlotte’ as she was known to everyone. “I am glad she is not mine!” Was an often heard phrase. “It needs someone like Deborah to keep a girl like that in line!” Was another.

Living close by would be a spanking enthusiast’s dream!

I can hear a commotion now! Let’s go and see what all the fuss is about…

Oh dear, she has been caught smoking, again. In the outside privy this time!

“You naughty girl! Don’t bother pulling your knickers up, it’s the hairbrush again for you, young lady! Come here!”

Charlotte was pulled by the ear to the windowsill.

Where, much to the girls (who lived each side), and the two boys (who lived behind) delight, she got spanked with the hairbrush (Mummy’s favourite implement).

“Noooo Mummy, everyone will hear owwwwwwwwww, ooooooh!”

Laughter, from the neighbours, could be heard through the screams, whacks, and yelps, but it was short lived, because it  began to rain hard.

Mummy dragged her inside. “They will still hear your squeals Charlotte, I am leaving the door open!”

Once inside, the spanking really began!

A protesting, kicking, squealing Charlotte was pulled over Mummy’s knee for a jolly good, long, hard, bare over the knee, domestic spanking.

A naughty gir learned a very, very, sharp, painful lesson!

This is what every naughty girl needs! A good old fashioned disciplinarian. A mother who is not afraid to whack her naughty bottom long and hard, whenever it is needed.

Picture the scene  in the dimly lit 1960’s house, the kicking legs, the firm grip, the wriggling red cheeks!

A proper good old fashioned spanking!

But did Charlotte learn?


The very next day! Can you believe it? Naughty Charlotte was caught smoking in the toilets and was sent home in disgrace. Mummy was contacted at the cafe she worked at, and stormed home to find her naughty disgraced daughter trembling in the hallway.

“Oh you are in for it this time young lady!”

She immediately bent her over, by the stairs, with the front door still open!



“You naughty naughty girl!”



Soon there was quite a crowd at the gate, watching the spectacle! However, once the humiliation part of her punishment it was time to go upstairs. “Get up to your room!”

The power in the hairbrush and her demeanour was tangible.

Once upstairs, Charlotte knew the drill, it was time to sit with the cane in her mouth, to wait. This wait was a ‘calculated wait’ , a different length every time. Charlotte sat in dread listening for a creak on the stairs.

After half an hour the tell tale creak was heard, steps got closer and the door slowly opened.

Mummy took the cane and stood behind her, cane raised. “You have excelled yourself today haven’t you madam?”

Charlotte stood up and bent over without a word being said. Hoping that obedience and a well presented bottom might impress her.

Mummy grabbed the hairbrush again.

“Silly girl, nothing will save you! The boys are in their garden! I am going to open the window so they can hear! Get over there girl!”

“Hands on your head!”

“But they can see my twinkle!”

“Shut up!”

Smack smack smack! The heavy wooden brush fell at speed. Charlotte saw the boys looking, and tried not to make a fuss, but soon she was screaming and pleading for mercy. She received none whatsoever.

“Turn around, bottom to the window!”

Then it was back to the mirror, ‘to see her own shame!’

Finished with a dose of corner time, back down in the living room. “Your Aunty Liz and Amber are coming for tea, we are having shepherd’s pie. You are having bread and jam! You can stay there throughout our meal! Now…you can rub!”

Did this cure her wanton behaviour?

No, of course not. I went by tonight and heard a voice shout, ‘No no no Mummy! Not the belt!

I wonder what she has done this time?

Some girls never learn!

I’m so pleased!




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

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

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

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

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

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

The Unusual Punishment of a Naughty Victorian Maid

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

In a story that is!

Just right for the part isn’t she?

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

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

Ready for the number of strokes to be decided upon…

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

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

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

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

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

“Go to the stool Samantha.”

“Bend over.”

“Dress and petticoats up girl!”

She turns, trembling.

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

‘Yes Master.”

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

Much more to follow, pop back often.

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

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

And my dear friends, I do!

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


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

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

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

The beautiful winking eye of Kate…waiting…

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

I love the tuft of hair!

FLICKERING IMAGE – a spanking time machine…

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

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

All aboard for a wonderful spanking history tour….

Our (you will find out to whom I refer soon) first landing, is 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 as soon as they arrive.

Our journey back in time to when spankings were common and accepted has begun. Maybe lots of smacks all the way home with the added threat of “Just you wait until Daddy finds out!” will follow.

A factory near Norwich is our next stop…

Testing canes ready for shipment to various schools.

I remember each teacher at my school had their own. She must think of caned bottoms a hundred times a day! We wondered who this particular cane was for, and found out it was on its way to this Headmaster. 

Yes, I can see why! His stock of corporal punishment implements is running a little low!

Imagine a naughty sixth form girl, touching her toes,  her bare bottom high, exposed and trembling as he selects his weapon!

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

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

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

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

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

Vintage Domme – No 1…

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

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

Even though I say ‘my girls’, they are not my employees or anything. We are just friends, close friends, who like spanking. I am a photographer, they are models. My favourite girls and my first choice in any spanking shoot.

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

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

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

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


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

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

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

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

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

It’s as if it had listened to Samantha, we were back in the 1960’s,, not the same girl, but a similar situation.

…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. Or the type of parent who did not like to.

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 neck, we would shout…”you will be getting the black glove!”

He always spanked with his glove on!

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

off to another random location…

Vintage Bondage No 1

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


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


This next one is like a photo like I might take. Spanking was accepted in these times, again we were in the 1960’s and office discipline in some places  occured. It was no surprise to me, to find ourselves in an old engineering factory drawing office. I served my apprenticeship in such a factory and rumours circulated of such things. I remember a young apprentice fitter, overalls, jeans and pants around his ankles, both wrists of his overalls in a vice on each side, as a man whacked his bottom with a steel ruler and left him ther for lunch!

A story at the time, was of a girl tracer who had messed up, and got spanked!

I could tell this was a different factory, but the office manager was attending to a similar matter.

Kate said she wanted a job there, the others agreed! Not Claudia, or Samantha, they wanted to be the office managers!


Our next journey jogged a memory too!

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 being very naughty, they were soon sorted! 

We all arrived at Saint Helena High School for Girls. It was close to where I lived as a young man! Rumours of the punishments there were confirmed by various girlfriends.

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

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

Vintage Bondage – No2

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

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

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

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

This photo is from a newspaper account!

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

What a scene! A film star being bought down a peg or two!

We all agreed there was time for another, we were getting better with the controls slowly, and pressed the select button to fly off again, after writing our ideas on paper and posting them in a slot in the machine!

…maybe a daughter or a girl in service. And then straight after a man dealing with his unruly wife! It worked…

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

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

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

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

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

To see this girl, back in the late 1800’s reading her spanking novels, probably illustrated by the fabulous Malteste, Herric, Wighead or similar.

Laid on her tummy, her husband, playing her Master, says. “Put the cane by you, keep bobbing up and down like you do on your pussy, when you get to your favourite part and you go faster and faster, say ‘now’ and I will cane your bottom!”

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

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

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

The next night, another book, another favourite scene…

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

Vintage Bondage – No 3

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

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

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

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

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

A real naughty girl.

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

Once again we managed to stay.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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


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


Vintage Dommes –  No 2

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


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

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

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

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

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

This is her… Claudia loved it here.

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

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

Off on another mystery spanking tour when we left…

Bloody hell! Look at this woman!

We zoomed…well chugged sedately, over to France.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Vintage Bondage – No 4

From the Ostra Biederer Studios. Always very inventive and original. You can see much much much more of their work n my BORS section, under ‘Vintage’ on my site.

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

The girls all want a uniform now!

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

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

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

Or is it just my dirty spanking mind!

…lol probably! Fits the scene though.

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

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

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

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

I said to the girls, “Who would you like to see?”

Charlotte suggested Elvis because her Mum loves him.

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

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

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

Kate suggested a birthday spanking in old America next.

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

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


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

Vintage Domme – No 3      Yva Richard

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

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

Think ‘killer heels’…

Here is a shop window with them on display.

Here is Olga modelling them for you…

Talking of Olga, she is Vintage Domme No 4

She was one of the main Ostra Studio models. It was lovely watching the girls pick varios outfits from the catalogue. They were all on all fours in a group on the floor, bottoms up!

Back to another lovely spanking scene…

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

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

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

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

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

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

We agreed.

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

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

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

Pass me my crop……quick!

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“Spankings Sir.”

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

“Awwww….yes Sir.”


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

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

…Claudia then picked our next visit.

She spoke to the lady spanking.

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

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

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

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

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

She crawled back and self spanked!

Lucy then suggested typing in one of my story titles to see if I had somehow picked up on historical events. So I typed in the name of the story I was working on, ‘The Masked Marauder’.

We found ourselves here…it was nothing like my story! But interesting!v

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

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

“Hmmmm….good choice! Carry on girls!”

So more and more we often offered a little input to a situation like this one…

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

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

I have a bench just like this!

I also took a collection of photos people have sent me.

This photo is realistic isn’t it?

The person who sent it said it was, but the shadows look like studio lighting so am not so sure.

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

A real spanking? Let’s find out…

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


Another cosy night…

Vintage Bondage – No 6

A well known piece of apparatus…

A thought for you…

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

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

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



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

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

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

Then we flew back in time again…

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

“….almost!” Said Samantha laughing!

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

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

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

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

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

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


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

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


We found ourselves in a park again next.

We could hear an irate Daddy!

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

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

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

Just in time.

Two lovely bottoms all ready for a good spanking.

 “Can we help? asked Claudia.d 

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

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

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

In the morning Lucy fancied going to school and just typed in the word ‘school’, for a random visit.

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

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

I like to keep my girls nice and trim….lol,

Not really! Just a little diversion,..I  had been looking at a few vintage photos in the box I mentioned.

So…it is time for some exercise!

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

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

My Size 13 Plimsol!

This simply is not good enough girls!

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

Lucy, Kate, bring your legs down!

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

Afterwards I send them for a shower.

Then, next day….

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

I don’t the girls will ever remember going!

Anyway…back to spanking!…lol

(i wondered how I could fit those photos in!)

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

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

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

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

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

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

All the girls now want a beehive!

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

Another picnic as we watched!

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

What a surprise!

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

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

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

I told the girls of it…

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.


Lets watch a girl fight…Charlotte wrote some words, posted them and off we went.

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

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

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

Looks like the long haired girl.

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


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

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

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

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

You need to know that 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.

Back to their day out…

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 could 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 and they recorded it on photographic plates.

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

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

( update…I have found another, I will put it here soon)

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

We took a little rest for a day.

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



The Victorians were rather good at lingerie/rump photographs…




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

We decided to go to hospital!

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

Naughty Nurses…

Naughty nurses are an interesting theme. I have read many accounts. I can’t see the point of being skeptical, out of the many stories some must be true.

…My glass is always half full, the sun will come out soon, all will be okay. Why spend life under a dark  cloud?…lol

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

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

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

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

“The spankings I guess.”

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

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

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

“What!?!? On my bare bottom?”

She hears giggles, people are listening at the door. 

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

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


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

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

Training at St.Hughs would carry on as before.

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

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

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

When a naughty girl had been punished, it was quite common for her to be sent home with a note, two things could follow of course, she risked not showing it, or she handed it over and got a spanking.

If she didn’t the chances are that on parents evening the teacher, or Head of Year would ask the parent if they received it.

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

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

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

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

This next girl did not have to wait, it was the cane straight away and then sent to her room. (I found another from this set, I will post it soon)

She too would then have to wait for Daddy.


Let’s go back to vintage bondage shall we. In particular the Saint Andrews Cross, and punishment frames. I have a lovely one….a black cross. The change in a girl when tied to it is amazing,  so sexy and sensual.L

Look at this vintage spanking chamber, kinda scary isn’t it? Imgine walking in and seeing that collection facing you, it almost looks official, like a birching station in a police station.

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

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


And sometimes it has been no harder than patting a puppy!

Vintage Bondage Number 8…

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


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. (Update….she was brilliant!)

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! ….if you want to know what Lucy looks like, look at the nun, she is very similar!

Have you seen the pictures of some of my girls in their nun’s attire? Very sexy! Lucy looks good.

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

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

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

We set the machine to random again…


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

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

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

Oh I enjoyed that did you girls?

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

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

I went to Fort William once, they had the birching table in their old museum, which was the old police station, so it all looks very real. The Courts of Justice in Nottingham too, I will post pictures one day. When you stand close to their Birching apparatus it is a bit scary!

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

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

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

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


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

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

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

“Yes Miss.” Says the now tearful girl.

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

We watched the whole spanking.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

On we go!

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

They open the door.

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

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

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

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

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

…they giggle.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

I hold out my hand, they take it…

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Samantha sneezes!

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

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

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

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

” Yes. A lot!”

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

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

“A duel?”

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

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


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


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

Why did they fight?

Funny really! A flower arrangement!

Why bare?

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

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

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

Yes, these are the real ones!

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

That should have sufficed in my opinion.


The walk of shame…

The spankings…


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

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

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

we set the machine to random and flew off again …

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

The 1930’s…

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

A lesson in ‘in time to the beat’

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

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

They agreed enthusiastically.


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

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

And so to bed…

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

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

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

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

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

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

It looks like being a good day today!

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


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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“Wherever next?” We ask.

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


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

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

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

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

We stay to witness a very severe beating.

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

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

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

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

this is a quote from Damien Black…

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

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

Here is the type of thing reported in the magazine:

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

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

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

We managed to find a good position…


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

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

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

Her bloomers soon came off.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Four spankings in four vintage homes…

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

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

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

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

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

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

And we were not wrong!

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

Oh she got it hard! 

We loved it!

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

Vintage Bondage No 9

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

Another lovely day..

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

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

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

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

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


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

Naughty girl spanked by Daddy at her birthday party.

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

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


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

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

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







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

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

Within five minutes we ended up here…

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“Yes, very much thanks.”

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

This trip gets better!

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

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

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

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

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

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

It is 1920’s mid-west America.

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

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

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

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

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

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


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

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

Vintage Bondage – No 10

After a lovely breakfast cooked by Kate, we decided that a little bit of bondage would be nice. “Let’s have some chains!” Said  Lucy with a proud smile..

We ended up on the Surrey Hills in Edwardian England where a group of sex slaves awaited their Mistress. What followed was quite wonderful and very erotic. But two things were talked about by the girls more than anything on our return. Their lovely groomed bushed and their hairstyles!

My favourite was the four of them bobbing up and down on well greased dildos as their Mistress plunged one frantically into herself after their spankings.

…each to our own!

It was my turn next, and I love a girl in uniform, so after feeding some instructions through the polished brass letterbox our machine puffed and clanked its way to a Police Station in Yorkshire in 1932.

It seems a young schoolgirl has been caught stealing from a sweet shop and the young policewoman is dishing out her own treats to her! A dozen stinging blows from a ruler!

Not so much a uniform as a hat giving a lady an air of authority, for the next stop. Judging by the hat it could akin to the early scouting movement. We never found out, we just watched her beat the bottom of the aughts young woman! 

Another day of time travel was almost done and it was Samantha who chose the venue. An office in 1962, where a typist was learning that serious spelling mistakes need correction.

‘Dear Madman’ instead of ‘Dear Madam’ has upset a valued customer it seems!

We sat talking over a drink and somehow the subject of Nuns came up, Samantha and Lucy have both dressed up as nuns for me, and it started from talking about that. Lucy being Lucy wrote Nuns on a piece of paper and fed it into the machine.

We arrived in a Nunnery, and this beautiful nun was sat there in a state of undress. She faded into a mist, and off we went to see spanking nuns!

We saw nuns spanking girls, girls spanking nuns, and nuns spanking nuns!

And it all finished off with very naughty nun baring her bottom as if for a spanking and then masturbating!

What spanking fun we have on our trip. Just one more before bedtime! I suggested bloomers in an unusual setting!

…at first sight we saw nothing so unusual, until we saw the girl was sitting on the edge of a table to spank. It looked lovely, and what a spanking she gave! We saw that the Spanker was quite petite when she had finished, and the spankee quite tall. It gave an unusual slant to the spanking, and what a good idea for the less tall girl who wants to spank.

Another day dawned on our magical spanking history tour and as a group we decided to go to some random 1950’s – 60’s spankings.

Sometimes the girls like to study the vintage underwear and home decor more than the spankings! I agree it is interesting, but Lucy and I stood together and watched the spankings.

Charlotte is a big lover of corner time and asked if we minded going to see a couple, the first was a lovely Edwardian maiden bloomers…open at the back of course.

Charlotte gave her bottom a smack, and again was thrilled to be able to interact a little. The second was a surprise…

Vintage Bondage – No 10

My girls and I are just getting in to bondage and hope to reproduce some of these.

Next morning I had first choice. I have told you before of my first spanking magazines and how ‘cat fights’ ending in a spanking excited me. I love to see the loser humiliated before the friends of the victor with a good spanking! So I typed (yes we use an old type writer) 1950’s girls fighting and spanking…

I stood in the corner of each and masturbated as I looked. Thegirls did not notice, they were too engrossed themselves!

Lucy wanted to see birchings, so our next venture was back to Victorian Ireland…

A Mistress was punishing a young woman, I watched Lucy as she observed. The interest and love of spanking shone through like a lighthouse…

This was followed by a spectacular thrashing of a young bully, being held by her victim and wTching her bottom bounce close up. It was Lucy’s turn to satisfy herself this time. She loved it!

We all did! It was a magnificent thrashing of a pair of very deserving naughty buttocks.

You have no doubt noticed by now that Kate likes to see a spanking at work and Samantha and Charlotte like to see domestic. As well as others of course, we all just love ‘everything spanking’.

Kate took us to an office in France in 1902, she clapped her hands in glee as a girl made a series of bad typing errors and got punished. We all stood in a group, close together to watch.

Charlotte and Samantha were just as delighted to see a housewife down in Alabama get a good hairbrushing for not doing her chores. Her husband came home early, nothing much was done and it was obvious she had just masturbated. They loved to see her legs kicking her knickers off! And the way her held her dress up as spanked her over the sof arm chair was excellent.

Do you remember the old Victorian Theatre we went to, where the dancers got spanked for poor performances? Well, I fancied going back, and so too did the girls.

This girl must have been very naughty, the owner and the Dance Mistress are thrashing a cheek each! We really enjoyed this spanking, the girl wriggled and screamed the whole way through of course!

Another girl was dragged in by the ear protesting loudly! Because of her swearing she was made to strip almost naked for her punishment! And, an extra ten strokes added! I bet she comes in quieter next time! I love the use of the ladder. I must try that…

Once again we all settled down for a spanking chat and dipped into a box for a photo. Kate put her hand in the Bondage Box and pulled out this. Then she had an idea…

Instead of writing, why not put the photo in the slot. She did and we appeared here…

Vintage Bondage – No 11

The girl was trapped in a press! Having her bottom squeezed and pussy played with in between various stages of a spanking. We just stood like spirits in the background and watched. It was very sexy.

Samantha took the girls at play box down, and put this one into the slot. At first, we thought the girl was doing a Christine Keeler type pose, but when we arrived we saw that she was kneeling on it, bare bottom up.

Another young woman was taking the photos, and it was a garden behind a huge house. They all took turns to pose and spank. I wonder what happened to all the other photos from that day?

I dipped in to the same box, and wrote on a piece of paper, take me somewhere like this. 

Oh what perfect bottom, and such cute open back knickers to see them spanked in. We got close, the atmosphere was pure spanking electricity!

Charlotte and Lucy were fascinated by the knickers, and on another piece of paper wrote a little message and popped it into the machine. We appeared in a bedroom, where a girl was sleeping, we just knew she had recently masturbated stroking her bottom. We all did the same, in turn…

Why not join us, is there anything nicer? Whether man or woman, to lay in a private place stroking yourself gently to orgasm as you study a shapely bottom…or three!


…more to come, call back often!

The Girl’s on the Stool (a collection of short stories based around the high stool)




Last night in your girlfriend’s bedroom you had a sexy conversation about spanking, she confessed that she wants to be spanked often and masturbates about it all the time.

Of course, you were delighted and said that you did too. You gave her a little spanking, but her Mum and Dad were downstairs, so nothing heavy.

However, she said she would try to get spanked in class tomorrow!

The next day dawns and true enough she is naughty all day! At 3.30 p.m. She was called out to the front by Miss Kenworthy, and made to bend over before the class.

To her surprise and your delight, it was on the bare!

Sat at your desk, your cock almost lifted the wooden legs off the floor!

it was a good spanking, her bottom was red by the end of it.

She was made to stand before the projection screen, you could hardly take your eyes off of her bottom.

You could resist no longer, and taking a huge risk you began to masturbate under the desk, hand in pocket, which had a hole, flicking wet slippery tip back and forth with your finger tips, a handkerchief wrapped around its glistening purple head.

Before you, just feet away was the humiliation stool.

For the last ten minutes she was made to sit on it. Other girls giggled, but the boys were in awe.

She looked at you and winked. She knew what you were doing, and sniggered.

“Turn around! Face your naughty bottom to the class, and be quiet! Unless you want a couple with the cane!” Shouted Miss Kenworthy.

She turned. You rubbed harder and faster, feeling the sperm begin to rise.

And you shot your load into the handkerchief.

Nobody knew.

Just us…..

…naughty you!

There will be other girls coming to the stool, be patient!