Category Archives: VINTAGE

A Little Known Artist

It’s me!

Please do not think me presumptious for adding my own work.

Just a few…

Two naughty maids being spanked naked, with a hairbrush, mercilessly by Mistress.

How I imagine a victorian spanking brothel (women for women) to look. And a spanking booth in such a brothel….yes they did exist.

A woman I know who likes to dress up in school uniform, tied to my desk and thrashed….I have run a spanking service for naughty ladies needing correction, for many years.

A naughty girl about to be caned naked in the school quadrangle.

A girl about to be caned on the bare on the school stage.

Mario Laboccetta

Working under the name of Mailiac, with a very similar style to Herric. I know he was Spanish, but not a lot more than that.

I think you can see the Spannish influence, put these girls in Flamenco dresses and you can hear the castanets!

Very Art Deco too, don’t you think…

Spanking her bare bottom in a gondola under the stars, could this be the most romanticised spanking ever drawn?

He does like the close up bottom, and high, almost Achilles, boots too.

Oh wow! It looks like light is radiating from her bottom doesn’t it? I love how they are looking. I suppose my face must have looked similar a few thousand times! It is my favourite view….

Have you noticed the bondage? How the Submissives seem to be tied with silk ribbon. And their implements, very arabesque.

These are illustrations from another book…

Hmmmmm interesting! What is she going to do with that? Lubricate her bottom for a strap on?

Looks a bit severe doesn’t he?

Not like me! I might act it in the role, but in reality…my cock is hard, and my life at the moment of spanking is of heightened joy and pleasure!

More Wighead

This mans art reminds me of visiting some club that never seems to close, in a seedy area of some great city. Let’s go, come on, I am a member. Don’t make eye contact with anyone until we are there. We reach a neon sign with a bent arrow pointing down worn steps, behind some railings. I smile at you and down we go. I sign you in.

We walk into a jazz club, quite decadent and smokey…

Your eyes look everywhere, it is like you have found a home, some place you knew must exist somewhere.

You notice the shaved hairstyle on this submissive and find it strangely erotic because her make up is fabulous.

The smell of rubber and latex, the sound of smacks and sexual groans fill the air.

You see a bound man under two writhing buxom girls. So many rooms.

You see another shaven haired beauty under the heel of Mistress, and then you see a doorway out of the subtle light, and unbelievingly you see a girl on a bike! She is watched by giggling mocking Dommes, the saddle has been changed to a dildo, and is deep inside her cunt, through open crutch tight white panties. We follow her into another lighter room.

The theme is Dominant maids, and nubile young women are serving them and being punished by them. There are tables to sit at, to look and observe, or join in, if you have a mind to.

I leave you to your own devices… You walk mesmerised into the red room.

I stay here, the screams are a little too much for my tastes…

More Herric

So much inspiration for my own stories and photographs come from this man. As you have already seen, his art is fabulous. There may be a few duplicates in here, but better to see them twice than never!

In this section you will find a lot of references to how I am using his work for inspiration of illustrations in a story I am working on…

This is Lady Jacqueline, I will be using Kate for her and have already taken some photos to use.

Here she is in her lesbian attire, spanking a maid, could it be Charlotte or Samantha? You will have to wait and see until I reach this chapter!

Now this I could do with the red punishment dress I make the girls wear, a bunch of nettles hanging down as they serve at the table!

This young aristocrat thought she could get away without paying, but a good thrashing on the bare before the customers makes her wish she had!

Oh very posh…there are peacock feathers mixed in with the birch, how exotic! I would rather like to spank a young couple with one of my girls helping me! Any volunteers? Imagine kissing the love of your life whilst Charlotte and I whack your bare bottoms. Or Samantha and I punish you as you fuck…hmmm

I can dream!

I love this, and will certainly do it with one of my girls, well done Mr Houruard!

I am going to spank you with these nettles and then leave them between your legs…bitch….my bitch….my dirty little bitch!

By now you will be getting a feel for Lady Jacueline! Have you met her yet? Chapter one is illustrated and ready to read. Just go to my story page, you’ll find it.

I am slowly collecting lots of apparatus as you might have noticed from my photos on Twitter. So I should be able to duplicate this one day. Perfect for Kate’s victorian bottom I think.

One upturned table on another! A few adjustments and hey presto! The idea turns into a specialist flogging device like this.

HERRIC…you are a genius!

Now this is tailor made for a shot of Samantha and Charlotte, don’t you think? But maybe with a view of a presented maid in the background, looking worried as she hears them discuss the various merits of each implement.

The two ladies made their choice I see, a birch. And what a lovely bottom to use it on.

It seems to me, that like a lot of girls in my stories, the submissive is a very grateful recipient of a spanking!

What a fantastic artist he was, you can almost hear it happening can’t you?

Now is this a Domme in role reversal, or is the Domme sat watching?

Maybe this is the view through her eyes as she is masturbating.

Nothing quite like a tight corset to accentuate the appearance of an already shapely bottom. I love the determined expression of the Domme.

My word! This is exotic spanking at its best. It makes Neddy, my rocking horse on which I spank my girls, look quite inadequate!

You all know my dear Lucy and how she loves to be punished on a Saint Andrew’s Cross. So there is only one candidate for this!

This is the picture that made me pick Kate for Lady Jacqueline. She is perfect for it.

Oh my, he has even managed to hint at the hairs in her bottom crack in this one.

He was very fond of enigma drawings, and they do seem to have been popular and linked with spanking stories at the time.

Lady Jacqueline in her ‘masher’ outfit. I wonder what she is saying to her sub?

Oh I adore bottom appreciation between two beautiful curvy women. Excuse me, but I need to be a bit vulgar…

“Go on, you know it is clean, you have just attended to her. Bury your tongue in her tight little ‘rusty bullet hole’ lick her out, drive her wild!”

There…I need to do that sometimes!…lol

Oh, two girls getting thrashed in a barn. I will never see one quite the same again as I go on my rambles.

Note to self…do a barn shoot.

This suggests a spur of the moment spanking between two sexually motivated young women who have just found out they share a love of spanking.

Doesn’t a bottom look great when the rest of the body is clothed. Bared and ready! And her breasts popping out. Wonderful!

More bottom appreciation. Spank it, finger her pussy, then spank again.

I love doing that until they cum, sometimes their leg kicks out in little quick spasms as I do!

Oh wow! A threesome spanking. How nice, I bet she plays with his cock as he spanks!

I love to see a Mistress being spanked by a maid. I think the maid will pay dearly at her next spanking though.

Here is Mistress again, showing herself to her maid. She tells her to masturbate as she watches her do the same.

What a lovely relationship this Mistress and maid have. Next time I see a period drama, it will be at the front of my mind.

Oh bless, let’s leave them to it, imagine the wet quickening noises of rapid fingering as we leave.

There are many more to find out there if you look. Have fun!


More Louis Malteste

This shop assistant at a milliners has been rude to a customer, pretend it is you! You are stood watching as she shouts ‘sorry’ and begs for forgiveness. The owner says she will not stop until you are satisfied. You can see the glow of her bottom through her undergarments. You are contemplating asking her to remove them.

Mummy has chased and caught her daughter. Now she has trapped her and sat on her! Pulling her bloomers down to deliver a bare bottom birching. The girl seems resigned to it, and not that bothered. She seems intent on keeping her mummy angry. Maybe she likes it hard and fast!?

The maid has been rude to the young arrogant Mistress. So the Mistress of the house has asked the Housekeeper to teach her a lesson ‘she will never forget’. Imagine how the maid feels. Ten years older than the girl, and knowing that in earning this punishment she has made a rod for her own… bottom. The girl will be keen to repeat this experience, the maid has no choice but to be polite to her and obey her. Such is the class system, when intertwined with domestic discipline.

A young teacher being thought the art of spanking and birching on the bottom of a naughty young girl.

Oh look! It is a vintage version of my girls, Samantha, Kate and Charlotte! It could be a scene from ‘The Book’.

Actually this is something I am eager to do, turn as many of these into photos as I can.

Not exact copies, but my version of them. I could put them at the side of these couldn’t !?

The younger sister has had her spanking from the hand of her mother. But it was worth it! Just to see her older sister get the birch!

Nuns! Often associated with spanking and they crop up all over my other pages, even my girls have dressed as them. I suspect the plumper rump here is the instigator of the trouble, and is going to get it much harder.

Here are two more…

They look quite serious about it. I am sure some must have found it very pleasurable. I can imagine them fingering themselves in their ‘cell’ as they thought of it, frantically begging forgiveness as their orgasm built! ‘Forgive me father, I have sinned……oooooh….again…mmmmmmmm!’

Sorry if that offended you….it is my filthy mind shining through the darkness of my pages!

Oh I love a double spanking. Emma and I dressed up in Victorian clothes to spank our maids, Charlotte and Kate. The sound of mingled smacks and squeals….the odd glance into each other’s eyes…the admiration of each other’s skills, and of course, seeing the bottoms blush in the shape of our hands. I am always intruiged by the bit of a ‘red thumb print’….lol

Oh God! I love these scenarios…a younger sibling,matching the older one get it. ‘You should know better at your age…..smack!’

Oh look…another Nun!

Oh my Mr Malteste! You do know how to press my buttons! When I found your art it was as if someone opened the top of my head and pressed all the buttons in my brain!

Look at them! I love everything about it, especially the eagerness of the watching girls on the right. Maybe they are great rivals of the girl getting it!

“Thank you my dears, you were very good girls to come and tell me what you found Clara doing with the big candle! I assure you she was not screaming in pain, and no invisible ghost was hurting her! We will talk of it later! I am not actually punishing her for the act, but for doing it in the bay window with the boys watching! Now let this be a lesson to you! When you are both 22 you will still get spanked too, if you are naughty!”

Two lesbian friends spanking each other in the candle light of a victorian parlour. I need say no more…::dreamy sigh::

Bloody hell! More Nuns!

In the days of this art, it was quite alright to put young girls in the artwork. I suspect that they are pupils, and the teacher is being punished. I wonder what and why? Maybe we had better not go there!

Look how delighted the onlooker is to see the other girls bottom going red, and see her pussy…..:smiles:…. And look at your reflection, now I have put that thought in your dirty little mind! And stop masturbating! There is plenty of time for that… have loads more to look at yet!

This looks like a preliminary sketch for a part of a bigger scene. Probably done quickly from the models, to insert into a scene later. I love the idea of girls comparing bottoms, especially after a spanking!

What a saucy look the spankee has! Reminds me of the female bawdy hoses which specialised in spanking. Maybe she is a client choosing a girl’s bottom. If you want to learn more about these, try my story, ‘The Inveigle’ on my FREE story page.

This looks interesting. I can imagine three young ladies out for a walk, and their talk has gone to spanking. Soon a bundle of silver birch twigs are bound together with a shoe lace or two and they birch this girl.

The young maid has been caught trying to hide a broken piece of china after lying about it and blaming another girl. She is getting a severe birching from the Head Housekeeper before the family.

Oh what a lovely scene this is. Three friends with a love of spanking. It is too friendly to be a punishment.

Once again, it looks like friends with a love of spanking, ready to birch each other’s beautiful bottoms, and the same with this little trio.

Oh my word! If this was done from a model I would love to have in my team. Such a tiny waist and pert plump bottom.

Is this someone thinking of a past spanking / birching? Or a girl looking over her shoulder to entice her Mistress to give one? Alas, I do not know. This is from an unknown novel.

Another young woman looking for a spanking from an experienced Domme, and has gone to ‘The Inveigle’.

An older sister has been bullying her younger sister for ages, and has finally been found out. A spanking before her younger sister is indeed suitable punishment. Especially as the young girl has just been asked to fetch the clothes brush. And a birch!

Once again, may I remind you that these are from times past, when it was acceptable to illustrate a young girl getting spanked.

You just know they are coming down soon don’t you. What lovely knickers they are though.

Another customer at the Inveigle picking a bottom to spank. I think that the girl has just been deemed acceptable.

A bad loser who embaressed her team captain by breaking her racket, gets a spanking at the clubhouse doorway for all to see!

Ahhh memories, I had a copy of this book and it introduced me to his art.

Brilliant isn’t he?

What better way to conclude? A struggling naughty schoolgirl having her knickers yanked down before a class full of girls ready for a bare bottom spanking!

There are lots of his pictures out there to find. Have fun searching, but trust me…nothing beats having a 100 year old musty smelling book in your hand, and turning a page to find a new spanking picture….


Gaston Smit

It is hard knowing who to do next, there is no particular reason he is number 13, it has just taken time.

Probably most famous for illustrating, in colour, ‘The History of Flagellation’

Here are a couple of them…

He had many aliases and illustrated for many authors.

I love these he did for…

The Mysterious Monsieur X

I associate with this man. I probably should be ashamed of doing so, but I am not. I like who I am, and can understand this man. I admire his work.

No spanking as such in here, but obviously these girls were spanked often. Paris was the centre of the spanking world in the 1930’s, and brothels were legal. Hundreds of them, some with over 100 rooms and often with queues outside.

Nearly all the girls here are prostitutes, but some are friends, ladies who were willing to disrobe for our illustrious mystery man. An amateur who amassed many many thousands of photographs taken by himself, who at the age of 80 walked into a book shop, to donate them. In turn they ended up with the perfect keeper. One of my heroes, Alrxandre Dupuoy.

Yes Monsiuer X befriended prostitutes, and took photos of great quality.

These girls, with names like Fan-fan, Gipsi, Jo-Jo, Mimi, Nanette all worked at a brothel in Pagelle. 

Lets go and look at them, imagine getting to know them. Imagine photographing them as you chat in warm sultry rooms, erotic, full of scent, and away from spying eyes.

No judgement of your feelings or tastes, just you, the girls and the only limits are your imagination.

I love spanking most of all, but the female form, with a naughty cheeky mind and character inside, showing their femininity to me, comes a close second, followed by female masturbation…that’s me!

…so come on, enough talking, let’s go and look

Naughty, cheeky, little french Devils aren’t they? On top of that, they talk in a french accent…”Ohhh Mr Jones, you naughty man, you mean, show my pussy like this…yes?”

Good God, knowing they are prostitutes, you would just have to…you know! Sometimes, wouldn’t you! God I would!

And forget the sometimes! Lol…

Let’s look at a few more…

Paris by Night – 1930

I have come across two more photographers, a man and a woman, .

They were called ‘Brassai and Krull’.

Both did excellent naughty photography, bottoms a plenty!

However, they did something else, they went out into the streets, the same streets which the BORS moved in, going to their clubs, like the Cocoa Club etc…and taking photos.

So we can have a peek into their world, into their circle.

So, come on, let’s go to the opium scented streets of the centre of the spanking world, Paris, in between the war years, before that twat with the little moustache fucked it up.

{ Biederer ended up in a concentration camp and was never seen again, Yve Richards just faded away, as did so many. Them and more just vanished from records. I dare not guess at the reasons.}

But let’s not dwell on that, let’s put our coats on and drift back to the happier naughty times they enjoyed…

You will recognise which are which, Germaine Krull did the lesbian stuff, and the dancers. Whilst Brassai did the street stuff.

Here we are in some risqué clubs full of dancers, models, prostitutes and girls who loved spanking! Listen, can you hear them talking in that ever so sexy french accent? The girls asking who is going to spank them, and what roles have they got to play?

The girl in blinkers is going to trot as she pulls the other girl in a fancy little trap, having her bottom cracked with a little stinging whip to keep up the pace. They are waiting for other competitors, other teams. The dance floor is to be a circuit. Five laps. The losers get spanked and a martinet laid across their cheeks, by the other teams.

This man has two teams, the two dressed girls have two naked ‘pony girls’.

Here are some spankees, being told of their roles for the evening…

They have to be naked waitresses, and must not spill a drop, even if guests smack their bottoms as they pour.

Meanwhile, as the dance floor is readied, some dancers, ready for the can can, sit provocatively on the stage.

Just imagine, people sat drinking cocktails as they watch. Couples of mixed sex, or same sex, transvestites, Dommes with subs etc. And of course ‘ordinary couples and groups of friends’ out to see the shows and the people parading the boulevards in their own particular styles. Think of all the mirrors and lights making it all seem like a sexual, spanking, fairy land!

Of course, the dancers, the models, the Spankers and spankees were all of the same group, including being prostitutes. Each night a different role, often induced by their ‘chasing the dragon’…opium.

The dancers would be everywhere when not dancing. Showing themselves, signing autographs, or going to private rooms with their admirers.

It was said in one article I read, that many a can can dancer had a freshly spanked bottom!

These two two beauties are Germaine Krull’s favourite models and friends.

Here they are sat above a bar, showing their frilly knickers and bare thighs.

You would bump into dancers anywhere, all willing to show their femininity for a few coins.

Especially those two! But even groups would do just the same…anywhere!

Like I mentioned, cocaine, drink and opium were rife. Opium Dens and opium parties were commonplace. Inside such opulent places, and many bars, you would find many a star of the clubs and stage…

I wonder what opium fuelled dream she is having? Pretty much the same as what happens to her in life I suspect!

Oh look, here are the great aunts of Kate, Charlotte and Samantha, with their little dog… I bet it is called Lucy!

The same girls would be seen in exotic bondage shows, and of course the cine film was making it’s mark. There are plenty to find if you search! Very naughty too, and some lovely old flickering frame spanking ones!

I’m enjoying my stroll through the heady nights of Paris, are you? Let’s find a girl and go to a seedy little hotel to spank her.

You look for a girl with her bottom on show, that means she likes a spanking. There are lots, oh look, as if by magic. There is one. Let’s go and see.

“Hello, I am looking for a bottom to spank, I will respect limits. Are you free?”

“Limits? What are limits?” She winks. “And no.” She giggles. “I am not free, you have to pay!”

She sounds funny, and perfect.

So I will be back with you in an hour? Walk the streets alone for a while, but do not go down any dark alleys! See you soon!

I have a lovely time with Tellulah, and thank her very much, before leaving.

I trot down the stairs, feeling happy and fulfilled, now then….where are you?

I find you. ” Come on, we are not far from Germaine’s house. Let’s pay her a call, she will make coffee and give us cake! I know her.

She is doing what she does best, with her friends.

On answering the door she smiles…”Perfect timing as always Asa, where have you been? Long time no see!”

We go up to her dimly lit studio, a light is illuminating a girls bottom. “Just click that for me dahling! I know I can trust you to make the best of a bottom!”

She goes to the kitchen, I peer through the lens, and frame the scene, and click.

We sit and drink coffee, laced with rum. Then rum, with a dash of coffee. We eat cake…hmmm me thinks a special ingredient is added! We smoke and watch as the lights dim.

Like me, she prefers low natural light. But in studios you do what you can with drapes and small lamps.

Her two friends smile, and perform what she is best known for. Photos of pussy play.

…we collapse, stoned and drunk. My last memory before sleep are the glorious thighs of Germaine’s friends, as they get ready to go to the clubs.

Oh to be young again….Nite nite



Guile and Hobbs


I HOPE YOU DON’T, I LOVE THEM AND WANT TO SHOW MY FOLLOWERS AND FRIENDS YOUR BEAUTIFUL ART….with a little story of mine added to them. I hope you like what I do. 

I just want to say that more than anything it is the beautiful bottoms and expressions on the naughty girls faces that attract me so much to these.

I am using the names of ‘my girls’ in the stories.


My dear Lucy loves to be spanked outdoors and is quite a brat at heart, so…


Lucy has been picked up from her school for the weekend. She is surprised to see her feared Uncle at the gate, instead of her Mummy.

On the way home he asks if she has homework, and on nervously digging into her satchel to show him her homework log book, a packet of cigarettes was discovered! Next to that was some scrawled drawing, obviously by Lucy…her signature was in the corner!… of the Headmistress depicting her in a state of undress with the gardener!

She is a personal friend of her Uncle and it was her recommendation to Lucy’s parents, that they should try a fresh pair of hands with her boisterous ways.

It was obvious by various comments written on the paper that the drawing had been passed around her friends.

“You naughty girl! Smoking?! My word young lady! And this, I am going to post this to Miss Kenworthy! Now bend over…right here! Bare your bottom!”

He walks into the park’s well kept shrubbery and picks up “A Handy Switch’

“Oh Uncle please don’t, not in the park, the Boy’s Grammer School will be turning out soon! They will all see my bare bottm and you know what a silly spectacle I make of myself when you punish my bottom…please Uncle, let’s go to your home, I will be good all weekend, I promise!”

“That my dear niece is the very reason I am punishing you here! I think a liberal dose of humiliation will help correct your naughty ways! Your Mummy and Daddy are to send you to me every weekend, from now on, because you are proving difficult to handle and a blasted nuisance! Your haughty and naughty ways do you no favours! You my dear, are the quintiscential spoilt brat! And I, am the quintiscential strict uncle! You are coming to me until I am confident that you will behave in a manner that befits the benefits your wonderful parents have bestowed on you!”

The building over the wall is the Grammer School, the bell rings and loud voices are heard as the boys rush into the park…

The first bunch of boys, from the fifth year stumble upon them and stand wide eyed, soon others are swelling the crowd.

WHACK, WHACK, WHACK, WHACK, WHACK, WHACK! Six of the best land hard and true as Lucy hops and jumps, squealing. “Owwwww, ooooooh, eeeeeek!”

“Right young lady, hold your skirt up and walk to the car”….THWACK! 

‘He’s whacking her bare bum all the way!” Shout the boys as they follow, giggling and pointing.

I don’t think she will have to visit many times do you?


For the next story, seeing as she likes steam trains, I will use Charlotte, whom you have seen spanked in her lovely school uniform and hat many times.


(Glad to see the name there, I have seen this with his name deleted and another name there!)

It is a lovely sunny day, things bode well for the walk you have planned. You have just purchased your railway ticket and walked down the platform to the waiting room. The hissing and clanking of a beautifully presented steam engine slows down to a halt, and a big hiss of steam announces its arrival to the platform opposite..

Striding happily into the waiting room you see that brat of a girl again. Once again she seems to think everyone wants to listen to her, as she yet again seeks attention. In your mind the only attention she needs is a hairbrush across her bare cheeks!

“I have told you Daddy, I am NOT getting on the train, and NOT going back to that stupid school, I hate it, it is rubbish, just like the teachers.” Shouted Charlotte rudely, as she stamped her foot and folded her arms to look to the sky.

You also look to the sky, the embarrased father of the girl notices and blushes. “Now, now dear, don’t make a fuss, it is a lovely school.”

“It’s shit Daddy! It is falling to bits and the teachers are as old as the damn school. I want to go to Saint Brideswells, like Rosalind!”

“shush dear, don’t be rude.” Whispers her Daddy.

You shake your head.

The girl storms towards the door just as three matronly older ladies dressed in tweed walk in. She tries to push by them, but the first woman stops her.  “Excuse me young lady, where are your manners?”

The father whispers again. “Now now dear, say sorry.”

“Shan’t.” Says Charlotte, as she sits.

Daddy blushes and squirms again.

The stout lady tuts again as she stands waiting for the girl to give up her seat.

Being the gentleman you are, you offer your seat. Which the woman takes gladly, then scowls at the girl …who blobs her tongue out.

This angers you. “Damn it man! Are you going to let this slip of a girl make you look ridiculous forever? She is always the same! Get a grip of the situation, show her who is boss!”

The women agree.

The gauntlet has been thrown!

To your delight and surprise, the man takes your advice and grabs the girl, pulling her over his knee and yanking her knickers off. He throws them to the floor in contempt. Years of anger and acute embarrasment are thrown like chains from a slave! He takes to his task with great gusto. Just as the door opens and in walk three girls from the same school! Her rivals! Girls who, just like you, have prayed for this moment. Charlotte knows there and then that the whole school will hear of this!

Charlotte makes a real spectacle of herself taking the spanking badly! Legs kicking, struggling and screaming like a whirling Dervisher!

The audience love it and encourage him! “Well done Sir, what a man you are! Make sure she does not sit for a week!”

He spanks her hard, very hard. He does not let up for a full ten minutes!


Imagine it! The three girls laughing, pointing, making fun!

The girl in great increasing pain can see everyone loving her ‘getting it’!

The old women clapping and chuckling!

You, staring at that firm ripe bottom, getting redder and redder, bouncing and wobbling. Listening to her Daddy chastise and her screaming!


Look at her face, she has stopped screaming. Why?

Her Daddy has just heard her train arrive, yours too, and the ladies.

He says, “And don’t bother putting your knickers on! You can go to school with none on today, and every day I have to spank you!”

Listen to the girls…”She has to go to school with no knickers on, ALL DAY! Everyone will see her bright red bum!”

Listen to the ladies…”Bravo Sir, just what she needs!”

Her Daddy looks to you. You applaud him!

…she leaves the waiting room rubbing her bottom crying as she rushes to the train, trying to hold her gymslip down as the girls keep tugging it up, shouting ‘Red bum, red bum!’

She will be different from now on. Better. So will her Daddy.

You look forward to the journey and push into the same carriage…



Oh dear Samantha, what a terrible thing when lies and deceit fall apart, and just like a naughty bottom, everything is exposed.

Now let’s be honest Samantha, you had not really thought it through had you? And Mr Jones is no fool.

Your class work at best could be described as very average. Your report always said ‘more effort required’, ‘too fond of day dreaming’, ‘seems to lack the ability to concentrate’ and so on.

Yet, just like your older sister, Katie, you are excelling yourself in homework, and projects. But best of all, you have just passed each end of term exam with distinction.

Mummy and Daddy were…WERE, so pleased with you. Until the day you came home with a well striped bottom, and all your exam marks were  reduced to zero. 

You see, this happened…

Mr Jones could understand the home work and the projects, some students thrive at home and worry at school, but how had you done so well in the exams Samantha? Fortune favours the brave, Mr Jones knew that you must have cheated, and decided that somehow you had got the exam papers! He opened your locker with a spare key from the caretaker, and two prefects stood by, and there they were, a copy of each one. Somehow you had got into his study, and stole a full set!

Confronted with the evidence and threat of expulsion, which would take place immediately after a public, naked flogging before the whole school…without mercy.  Samantha had confessed, and begged forgiveness.

Mr Jones did not really expect to carry out the threat, but would have, and she knew that. So, instead of a flogging before the whole school, he arranged a gathering in THE DETENTION ROOM, that afternoon, for her whole class and a full contingent of prefects. It would be cruel to make her wait over night.

He prepared a punishment desk in the corner by the blackboard. He told Samantha to remove her pleated skirt and knickers and sit down on the buttock rest, with her buttocks well hung over and accessible. He opened the door and in they all came. One row sat, another stood, and one row stood on the desk seats.

They watched quietly. Most of them curious about how she feels, and how Mr Jones feels, how hard will he cane her, how many? Some almost crying, this will be horrid. Some smiling, feeling sexy, ‘let’s get started, I want to see her bottom thrashed and hear her squeal.” Her friends felt sympathy, her rivals and enemies felt amusement and excitement.


…look at the picture, imagine her first, with no striping on her posterior. Just smooth, soft, ample flesh, rounded and pleasingly firm. Watch her legs twitching, her heels bobbing up and down nervously. Peer into the crack of her slightly open bottom. Imagine, if you will, that you are sat on the floor, dead centre. Try to imagine how you feel, as the class settles. You hear the clock tick, you can hear her pant nervously, you can hear Mr Jones fidgeting with the cane. A cough, another cough….then deadly silence.

…to continue

“Right young lady! You are a cheat, a thief and a liar! You have let the school down! You will have the badge removed from your jumpers and blazer. You have let your friends down, and me, along with the rest of the staff. You have shamed your parents, I have spoken to them on the phone. You have let yourself down! Have you anything to say for yourself?”

“Yes Sir…sniff…I know I have let everybody down. I will endeavour to win back your trust and respect. Also the right to wear our…sniff…your..sniff sniff sniff, school badge. I am very sorry for my actions. I deserve a very sore bottom Mr Jones.”

“Let’s begin then!”

A murmur ran around the room and settled as Mr Jones unfolded a piece of paper. “You got 100% in every exam last week. Let us test the validity of those  scores shall we? I have taken six questions from each paper, the very same ones. Let us start with English Language. In particular, spellings.”

A few giggles soon subsided.

“Spell unnecessary.”




“Spell Mississippi.”




…and so it went on through maths, geography, languages etc.

Until her bottom was well striped.

She was sobbing, and shaking. But her torment was not quite over.

Mr Jones announced that she had failed every one, and produced the humiliating ‘Dunce’s Cap’.

“Put this on you silly girl!”

“Yes Sir”

(Yes I know she is dressed differently…but go with the flow)

“Stand up straight Samantha, you can hide your modesty, but turn your head to face the girls….All of you, let this be an example! As you leave, one by one, pause. Take a good look at her swollen welted quivering bare bottom. Then look into her eyes and see her shame. Samantha, you will say sorry to each and every one.”

“Yes Sir. But I need to wee badly Sir.”

“Then we had better hurry. If you wee on the floor you will get another six! And clean it up with a mop and bucket before everyone. Out you go everybody. You are dismissed!”

Your turn comes…imagine it…picture it.

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…come on Kate! Get your bottom ready! It’s your turn now…


The pretty english country village of Lower Stingingley had a lovely old pub run by a couple in ther early sixties. The ‘Old English Birch’ was a traditional establishment, full of polished brass, and old pictures of hunting scenes. Not just traditional decor, but traditional ways too, Tom and Florrie were used to the ‘old ways’ of behaviour and standards. Visitors would often remark that it was just like going back in time, to the ‘good old days’.

All except one. 

Kate their niece had come to stay, she was as modern as they were old. Her tablet or phone were glued to her fingers and her ear phones were almost a permanent fixture. Tom’s sister had undergone surgery and was nicely on the mend. But their demanding daughter was just too much, she expected to be looked after and her parents to do everything for her, as always. She was 16, but looked more like 26. A fine figure, with pert breasts and bottom.

“God! Have I got to go and stay with them? Bloo-ody he-ell! Shoot me now!”

On her first day, rules were laid down. Her Aunty Florrie had taken her tablet, and earphones saying that she could have them in her own time, but in the day she would have to earn her keep, by doing chores.

These included polishing brass, collecting glasses, taking meals to tables, watering plants and mowing the lawn.

Reluctantly she agreed, but only if she could keep her phone, ‘just in case’.

The old couple were surprised just how much she liked the outdoor jobs, she was always outside,  watering, weeding, and just keeping things tidy.

But in truth, it was the chance of talking to the young lads in the village, and the fact that her phone got a good reception near the lawn, that lured her outside.

Aunty Florrie went to check on her on the fourth day, just as she often did, and got the shock of her life! Around the back of the potting shed, she found her, with knickers down and two boys! One fingering her, the other with his     cock in her right hand, and sperm dripping from her wrist. “My turn next, do me!” The other boy was saying.

“Just wait your fucking turn you daft cunt, I’m coming myself, finger me faster, hurry up before them two old twats come looking. I’ll suck yer fat prick then, I fancy a gob full o spunk! Press on me clit whilst yer rub…at the front o me cunt..ooooh fuckin ell, yeah, that’s it oh yes, yes YESSS FUCKINNNNNNELL!”

Aunty Florrie shooed the two lads away and grabbed Kate by the ear!

Running like a penguin, with her knickers and jeans around her ankles, Kate was pulled through the yard to the back door, where Uncle Tom stood in amazement at the sight. Aunty Florrie told him of her antics and foul mouth, and sat down feeling very upset.

He grabbed her wrist and took her to the bathroom where he washed her mouth out and stuck a bar of soap in. “Look at all this dripping down your clothes, get stripped off young lady!”

Once in the nude, he beat her bottom with the bath brush as she stood on tip toe. “Now go and put some clean clothes on, but only on the top half you naughty, foul mouthed girl, I’ll bloody well teach you!”

Her bottom was ablaze!

Still crying and rubbing her bright red bottom she appeared back in a red and white top, with trainers and socks. ” Go and put a hat on, it’s hot out there.”

“What? What do you mean?”

“Just do it Kate, now!”

“Yes Uncle Tom, sorry Uncle Tom!”

Back she came. He grabbed her arm and pulled her downstairs, to apologise to her aunt. Which she did. “Right the Flo, what was you going to tell her to do next?”

“Mow the lawns in the beer garden, it’s almost full, we can close a lawn at a time and let them use the other two.”

Uncle Tom took her to the beer garden, where the locals laughed at such a sight. He got the lawn mower out and set her to work with a mighty slap on her bottom. “Now, don’t come back inside until all the lawns are cut. One wrong word young lady and you can trim the edges of the lawns too, on your hands and knees!”


There you are, a tasty pint and a ploughman’s lunch on a lovely sunny day, watching the embarrased girl go back and forth!

She stayed for three more weeks and was as good as gold. 

When Daddy collected her, nothing was said, but a week later her rang Tom to say…”I don’t know what happened at your place Tom, but she has come back like a different girl!”

Tom laughed and said. “Well, if ever she starts to slip, send her back.”

Funny that, thought her Mum and Dad, whenever she is naughty, all we do is start to say that we will send her back to Aunty Florries for a week, and she behaves!


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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….81 Photos so far

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
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I love the tuft of hair!