And there you have it! It is my train set…or rather, a model village with a train line, and lots of spankings!
What a commotion at the local park today.
A girl called Stephanie was playing with the others, quite nicely, it seemed, until one of the other girl’s mummies got an ice cream for her daughter, who was crying.
Stephanie had just had a choc ice, and because she was the only one with one, she spitefully went around whispering, so her mummy could not hear.
Smiling, as if being nice, she whispered things like… ‘look what I have got…you haven’t…ha ha ha!’ Or….’I’ve got a choc ice, I’ve got a chocolate ice nee nah ne na naaaa!’ Which was bad enough, until she whispered horribly to one girl…a little on the scruffy side, but happy… ‘I bet you are poor and you can’t afford one! And I bet your mummy stinks of wee!’
Yes, the girl whose mummy bought her a lovely ice cream was the girl Stephanie had been horrid to, to stop her crying.
Her Mum went to Stephanie’s mummy and told her, being backed up by other girls and parents.
Stephanie’s mummy was so ashamed and angry that she yanked Stephanie’s knickers down, lifted her school skirt up, put her over her knee and gave her a ferocious spanking, very hard and very very long.
What a fuss she made! Kicking her legs, squealing and crying!
The other girls laughed and pointed.
Normally their mummies would have stopped them, but not today. They nodded smiling at the girls to encourage it. And added fuel to the argument by saying their daughter would never do it….or if my daughter did that she would not sit for a week….I bet her mummy is so embarrased at such bad behaviour…. Give it her hard love! It looks like she has needed this for years…keep going….do it harder, teach her a lesson she won’t forget.
When the spanking was over, the audience clapped and cheered Stephanie’s mummy. Stephanie was pulled by the ear, screaming and hopping about shouting ‘my bottom….oooooh my bottom, it’s on fire…it’s on fire!’ Much to the other girls enjoyment and they ran behind laughing and making fun.
More from my little village of spanking soon…
It takes a while to build the scenes, I also cut the little figures up and glue them back together in spanking positions etc. So be patient. I have just built a pub and have two ideas for that. I have just started a school….which should be fun.
If you are a Dom or a Domme and your sub is giving you trouble, then obviously you deal with it. But sometimes…just sometimes, wouldn’t it be nice to have a threat in reserve? Somewhere where love is not in the equation between the Top and Bottom. Where they can be sent for a good spanking or caning…and much more.
You take a good look at the picture by the door, the flickering gas light illuminates it well, the dancing flame bringing motion to it.
You speak to yourself…”Sorry to dissapoint you, but it will be you bending over, not me.”
You push the stout oak door open and enter a dimly lit room, with a powerful light breaking the darkness to illuminate the lady you saw in the picture.
You know the Duke will somehow be watching. You want him to know that you will do just as you please, and not behave as a door picture might suggest.
“Call me Mistress, and get any nonsense out of your head about me submitting to you. If you want to fight about it feel free, but you will lose and get a real thrashing afterwards. So turn, let me see the shape of your bottom.”
Like a willing robot from Westworld, the woman turns. “Yes Mistress, of course Mistress.”
“Keep your vest on, but lower your jodhpurs, let’s see how spankable your bottom is in the flesh.”
“Did I say face me? Keep your bottom towards me at all times unless I say differently.”
“Yes Mistress.” The woman replied and turned.
“Pull your thong up and down twenty times for me, you dirty little bitch. Please me! It is what I like to see.”
“Bend, push your bottom out. God you filthy whore, I can smell your juices already!”
“Look at your lips, how ready you are already. Remove the jhodpurs!”
“A good choice of shoe, I like heels, they push you up and out when bent over. I am going to finger your dripping wet cunt hard and fast from behind. When you have cum a few times I am going to spank you really hard. Get that chair, bend over it.”
“Yes Mistress, of course Mistress.”
“Your cunt is open and ready, maybe I should bring a dildo next time! Wiggle it for me, I need to finger and rub myself first.”
You sit on the floor, pulling your nipples with one hand and with your legs wide you finger fuck yourself hard and fast, the sticky squelching sound excites the girl as she thrusts, wiggles and exposes for you.
You come with loud groans and guttural sounds.
“Turn the chair around, kneel on it.”
“Lovely long hair you have, but I want to see your bottom and gaping pussy. Head down bitch!”
You spank and finger her wet dripping cunt until she cums as hard and loud as you did.
Without a word of gratitude you turn, and leave. Back into tunnel number one. You look to your right, the trapdoor is down. You walk to it and climb up into the Boidoir.
I did not tell you this about the real fifth Duke, ‘The Prince of Silence’.
In his room, he did not communicate with the maids. He just left notes at a hatch.
As you enter the boudoir you try the only door, it is locked. You look out of the mullioned window to the beautiful garden. Nobody can be seen. The sliding of a hatch attracts you. You see a face, a maid. ‘I have laid out clothes for you, the copper bath in the bathroom is full of hot water. It is a roast beef dinner tonight, I will bring it to this hatch in an hour, along with a bottle of merlot. Do you want one glass or two?”
The day I got close to being arrested, but after after pleading my case I was told…”please Sir, just turn around and leave, before this gets serious!” …would be a good place to start.
You see, my father encouraged curiosity and exploring the curious, right from me being a young child. It is now in me…deeply embedded. I just love the curious, and much to my wife’s dismay, it has led me, and her, or my friends into ‘spots of bother’.
‘Why can’t you just look from the path or road like anybody else?!” She shouted at me one day after not being a very good look out at a rambling old house up for sale, where I had found an open window. She managed to blame her stupid old fart of a husband’s curiosity. It was a rather quiet journey home, but I had seen a fabulously spookey staircase!
It has led to my study being full of old maps, lots of books and many curios.
So…. The start of the journey was my Dad, which has led me to collecting curios, and dealing in antiques. Which, eventually took me to having to leave this place, before things got serious! As I told you up the page.
I had, a while ago, acquired a map of the area, I love old maps….in this case I mean, a Victorian map, and it showed tunnels!
Now come on! You must be curious now. But imagine me! You know how I am now…an old dusty map of a place I have walked by many times, only about 20 miles away, showing tunnels…lots of long tunnels. I got out a new map…’hmmmm, they are not on on there’. Thought I to myself. So…I investigated.
It seems the 5th Duke was a bit of a recluse. He spent a lot of time in London. Local rumours said he was Jack the Ripper….unfounded, but I thought I would throw it in to keep you interested! He had his own railway station built….fantastically rich you see…coal etc…
It showed on the map that from the back of the station was a tunnel. I’ve seen it! Now it is not just a little tunnel, he had fifteen miles of them, similar to railway tunnels, big enough for a horse and carriage to take him from the station to his house and then branching out all over the estate. They were lit by gas.. some by lamps, but others by huge great flames flapping about from pipes.
Smaller tunnels led to secret passages in the house, one coming up to a trapdoor in his bedroom….sexy huh? I wonder who he had brought up there? But…BUT!…listen to this, the tunnels had rooms, all underground, ventilated, and warm. Not just little rooms, oh no, I mean a ball room, a library, a gallery and so on.
He was known as the ‘Prince of Silence’. Queen Victoria came to visit once.
Anyway enough of the history, you are here for spanking.
But before we go, look how sad it looks now, I managed to explore some tunnels…
Not quite how the entrance used to look is it?
So there is a potted history, I know it was used in the Irish troubles, for secret meetings, Margaret Thatcher etc could be rushed there in a bomb threat I suppose. So maybe the ballrooms etc still exist? Who knows. I know the building was used by the military, and the tunnels by the BBC to film Macbeth.
I know of spanking there too…
Before I got caught, I spoke to a blacksmith/farrier. I told him I was researching for a book, our conversation turned to its subject. Spanking! This research was for another story, where I plan to use tunnels…’The Inveigle’, click here…
…he said, ‘Oh a lot of that went off here!’ Then, to keep a long story short, I ended up talking to a rather pretty young woman in a business suit, who confessed to an interest in it and so we spoke of tunnels, and…spanking.
All that, is fact….
This isn’t, this is fiction…
THE STORY BEGINS…
You are a gambler, you have had a huge win, over someone they call ‘The Maverick Duke’. He dresses and looks like the Mississippi Gambler of that name…’The Maverick’. Before the game, unbeknown to you, he had researched you, he knows of your secret obsession. It is amazing what can be found out from an I.P. Address and knowing that you live alone, so all…ALL searches are your own.
He is rich beyond compare, together you talked of your shared secret obsession over a meal and a drink, in a restraunt, he confided in his family history. The fifth Duke had the same obsession. It wasn’t easy to get you talking, not with three glasses of red wine in you. Above ground his ancestor flirted with high society. Below ground, in his secret tunnels, he visited his visions. You share his visions…your secret obsession, SPANKING. The idea of ‘Spanking Vision Rooms’, excited you. Imagine your visions becoming real?
You ended up back at his house, you got drunk, you slept there.
Slowly the conversation drifts back in to your mind. You sit up on the bed, naked.
I keep mentioning YOU….Did I tell you that you are a beautiful woman? You shower and dress, and on walking back from the on-suite you see a note, on the dressing table….
Resting on the note, is a key, to a padlock. The note says quite simply, ‘enjoy yourself….you are now a member of the ‘Hardenist Club’.
You do your hair and look at the key, then remember the story of the tunnels, and the trapdoor. You roll back the Pink Persian Rug, and there it is. In a recess is a padlock in a wrought iron ancient looking hasp. It opens easily.
You pull it up, and leading down into the brick lined tunnel is a set of polished mahogany steps. Your footsteps echo, the tunnels lead all over in different directions, all lit with flickering gas flames. The hiss and flapping of the flames are soothing. You choose a corridor at random and walk, on each side and at the end are arched oak doors. Outside each room is something akin to a picture frame, in the frames are pictures, each one with a name. You walk and look at them.
These photos are not mine, this is a guest story, click here to find out more…
You walk back to the hub, and peer down each tunnel, some are much longer, one just goes on and on. That one has other tunnels leading off. You guess they have the same type of doors.
You hear a muffled thud, then a click. It’s the trapdoor.
You walk back to the first corridor. All the doors are invitingly open by two inches. Instinctively you know to strip naked. It just seems the right thing to do. Your firm full breasts lead the way. Your fine pert, yet plump bottom follows…to room one.
A woman I got to know quite well, who at the moment is indisposed. To be honest, at this moment in time, I am unsure if she will be back. Her real name is Karen, and this is the name she chose for herself on Tumblr. Why?
As you know, I began to write an account of her spanking life. I am slowly realising that it will never be finished….sadly. However, she told me so much, and wrote so much on her blog, that I think I can fill in the gaps.
So this is a place to do just that, but first, you need to read these…
This is a set of a scenario of a naughty girl guide, away at camp, who has been caught stealing sweets from other tents, bullying others, and generally shirking her duties. It is taken by Peter Birch who appears in my guest section here…
This is a nice set from Roy, from the opening of the door to the bare bottom.
Enjoy his photographic skill…
I will try to enhance it with a description of the punishment, with the skill I have picked up over many years of punishing naughty girls bare bottoms.
A great setting isn’t it, and I love the cane hanging on the door coat peg.
A good Headmaster’s point of view shot, imagine swishing the ruler or flexing it.
Nice and tight, can you see the trademark tawse on the Headmasters desk?
Oh what a lovely pert bottom she has. No gravity there, the cheeks are really uplifted which means the cane will bounce off them quickly. With cheeks like this there is no place for the ‘sit spot’ or ‘spankers sweet spot’ to hide is there? So a couple aimed there are a must, they will make her kick and squeal!
Oh just look at those regulation knickers around her ankles, beautiful. The decision now is wether to cut down and glance, or a full blooded swing from the right shoulder.
Two things are very important with a yard stick, or in modern terms it would be 39″ …a one metre rule.
The brittleness of the wood. I think it is hickory, and it must not overhang too much, because it will not wrap around like the cane. I usually give three of the six with a cane forehand from the left. Then three from the right with a back hand, so the wrap around is equal. But with these, you can stay to the left.
The second is, that some old ones have a brass square edge tip, like this one, and they can cut. So make sure they land well. I suggest a three inch over hang of the buttocks, gripping the ruler with the 3-9″ range. And definitely swing in an arc, almost parallel with the floor. If you hit the buttocks true and flat, the smack is amazingly loud. I suggest nine, it will cover the whole buttocks in a red band about nine inches wide.
That middle line is perfect. If you do it well you will almost end up with a bright red 9″ square.