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The Inveigle – Chapter Two – The Interval

As I write other chapters, be aware I might have to come back and alter things, this is not the final draft…

The intervals during an Inveigle show are grand affairs. A chance to visit the beautiful exotically tiled bathrooms, the bars, private rooms, and a walk down the lanes.

The lanes are like a small indoor town, with rooms to rent, private rooms to visit, courtyard bars, and most famously, the spanking booths. Most of the booths are three sided, with the front open to the lanes where crowds gather to watch. Perfect for humiliation. Some were totally enclosed, like a lounge room in a house, for the more privately minded.

Our two liberal minded girls who went to the theatre together, decide to walk the lanes and visit the booths. Melanie and Emma love to watch each other enjoy themselves, Melanie sat on an opulent studded leather chair to watch her friend, before she went to her booth, where Emma would watch her.

Emma had just been entrusted with the discipline of the maids at her fathers house. In her mind he had been far too lenient with the pretty girls, and they could twist him around their little finger.

Only a week earlier, Emma and her Papa had returned early to find their two maids asleep, and very little work done. She had pointed out to her dear Papa that he was too soft with them. He knew very well that she was right, and agreed that from that day on, they were in her charge as regards to duties and discipline.

They had both received their first spankings there and then! Her Papa had sat on a chair opposite her, and knee to knee they had both simoultaneously spanked the bare, red, wriggling bottoms of the maids. Papa had enjoyed it, he confided afterwards.

She had been reading articles by Mrs Beeton, of the cookery book fame, about the discipline of maids. She was a great advocate of spanking, and her articles in the ‘Tatler Magazine’ were fast becoming a Spanking Bible, specialising in the punishment and humiliation of maids.

She knew that very soon she would have to punish her real maids again, and tonight was a rehearsal. She was also going to buy straps and canes from the Inveigle Shop. The maids at home were going to lead a very different life from now on!

The booth she picked had a lovely glowing fire, and two maids. Naughty maids, which she soon set about baring their bottoms and punishing. To great applause and encouragement from the gathering crowd. “Mrs Beeton would be proud of you love!” Shouted a stout, severe looking woman. “Make sure you spread their arseholes for everyone to see! That makes them blush, especially if you do it before girls younger than the maids!”

“Like us! Shouted a group of young ladies who had stopped to watch.

Emma soon had the Inveigle Spanking Maids bent over, with bare bottoms on show, and was using a hairbrush on them, much to the delight of the young ladies.

They were wriggling and kicking in the cosy warm glow of the fire in the grate.

“Make their bottoms glow brighter than the embers Emma!” Shouted Melanie. Which brought forth great mirth.

Saint Helena High School for Wayward Girls

 

 

Imagine a place in the universe, almost the same as here, almost. With one wonderful difference. Spanking!

Spanking is a world wide practice in this world, to keep naughty women in line. The judicial system everywhere is pretty much the same as our world, but, at the first offence, to avoid a criminal record, a woman of any age, is offered the chance to attend a special school. A school where corporal punishment in all its guises, is used at the discretion of the School Head, and staff, for as long as their ‘sentence’ is in force.

Quite simply, they have to agree to having their bottoms disciplined.

One such school is Saint Helena High School for Wayward Girls. I am the Headmaster. My name is Mr Jones, Mr Asa Jones. I have been here for five years, things are going well, but it is time for a change.  However, before I tell you of the change, let me show you how it is now.

After applying for my school to be a ‘Correctional School’ things grew slowly. At first I mixed the girls on remand with the ‘normal’ girls who found it rather good fun to get these girls into trouble on purpose. This was unacceptable to me, so I took the brave step, just over four and a half years ago, to accept only the girls sent to me by the courts.

I had much to learn. My reputation of being a strict disciplinarian had got me the job, and it stood me in good stead. But the importance of subtle things, like putting a girl back in school uniform, and how it had a profound effect on a naughty young woman. Was something to be learned through experience and guidance. The Board armed me with guide notes and equipment. We had annual checks. It was tough, but but I stuck at it.

All the teachers in my school were female, and all had their own cane. Discipline ruled. Delinquents came in, and young ladies went out. Only when deemed fit, and after approval by the ‘Board of Remand Schools’.

I ran the school financially and was pretty much like Headmasters of any typical school. However, I kept myself aloof, a figure to be scared of, a man to respect. If you came to my office, you left with a sore bottom.

One girl from those early years, always comes to mind readily, when thinking of a punished bare bottom. Her name was Kate.

I devised something I called the ‘mirrorof shame’, the idea being that if a girl saw herself being punished and stood in corner time before it, it would add humiliation to her spanking. Especially as I had many visitors, from the post man, to my secretary, to the town mayor. All sorts of people. If a girl was stood before the mirror, they would stay throughout my meeting.

But, through Kate I saw that some girls saw a spell at my school as something to enjoy. The plan never took in to account the fact that some girls were natural submissives, who seemed a spanking and more. Kate was one, and they were my favourite naughty girls, they would return time and time again.

After her first spanking, which you can see here, her entrances into my office annex, slowly became bolder.

Her uniform was often worn provocatively, and this was her most common reason for being sent to me. Each time I punished her, I told her to get it corrected. To be honest, she was a joy to spank!

 

I had an array of apparatus as you will see over the next few sequences. But all ended up with a session before the mirror. I remember on this particular instance that the postman came in, and left with his face redder than her bottom! The poor young man, I could tell he wanted to stare, but politely, he  just glanced.

And so it went on, both submissive and non-submissive girls came in a steady stream, day after delicious spanking day.

Here are some more examples, to show some of the spanking and flogging apparatus I have at my disposal.

This one is a small rocking chair I get a  girl to kneel on. Not easy, but brilliant. Once you get into a good rhythm you whack!….they rock forward, usually squealing, then at their full backward rock… THWACK! You can send them forward squealing again! I like to use this when I demonstrate my skill to new staff. It shows me at my flogging best, especially if I do a flourish with the cane in between!

The last couple of shot shows a blubbering girl gently rocking to a standstill. Very satisfying.

AS YOU CAN SEE, THIS IS UNDER CONSTRUCTION, PLEASE CALL BACK OFTEN