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The Inveigle – Chapter Two – The Interval and a Visit to the Spanking Booths

Chapter 2: The interval and a visit to the spanking booths

The intervals during an Inveigle show are grand affairs. They provide a chance to visit the beautiful exotically tiled bathrooms, the bars, private rooms, and a walk down the ‘lanes’. It is during a visit here that the size of this place reveals itself. It is huge. Lots of small back-to-back, London town houses had been purchased over the years, and made into a complicated rabbit warren of a complex. It is like a small indoor town. There are private rooms to rent bookable by the hour, courtyard bars, and most famously, the ‘spanking booths’. Most of the booths are three-sided, with their fronts open to the ‘lanes’ where crowds can gather to watch. They are perfect for humiliation.

A Spanking Booth in ‘The Lanes’
by ~ Asa Jones

Our two liberal-minded girls who went to the theatre together, decided to walk the lanes and visit the booths. They loved to watch each other enjoy themselves, and took it in turns who visited a booth. Tonight it was Emma’s turn to entertain her friend. Melanie sat down on an opulent studded leather chair opposite the booth Emma had entered.

Emma had just been entrusted with the discipline of the maids at her father’s house. In her opinion 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 home early to find their two maids asleep, and very little work had been 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 simultaneously spanked the bare, red, wriggling bottoms of the maids. Afterwards Papa confided in Emma that he had rather enjoyed the experience.

Emma 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 ‘Good Housekeeping Magazine’ were fast becoming a spanking bible, specialising in the punishment and humiliation of maids.

Here is one of Mr Trentham’s photographs of the Victorian Celebrity Mr Beeton. His fame as a photographer of female punishment resulted in a visit to one of her ‘Maid Punishment Classes’. Here is a housekeeper being instructed on concentrating on the ‘sit spot’ by Mrs Beeton on the right.

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 was occupied by two maids which she had ordered prior to her visit. Sitting down on a hard upright chair, Emma soon set about baring the ‘naughty maids’ bottoms and spanking each of them soundly held down across her knee. This was accompanied by applause and encouragement from a gathering crowd of onlookers.

“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 in front of girls who are younger than themselves!”

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

So she did, and the girls squealed with embarrassment, especially as their butt holes were pulled apart and cool air rushed in!

..the cool air rushed in!

Once she had ‘warmed’ the naughty maids bottoms to her satisfaction, Emma had made them bend over side by side, with their bare bottoms on show. She then picked up a large wooden hairbrush and started to wallop each of them with it alternately, much to the delight of the young ladies.

She then picked up a large wooden hairbrush and began to wallop!

They wriggled and kicked, squealed and cried, the whole delightful scene illuminated by the cosy warm flickering flames of the fire in the grate.

They wriggled and kicked…

“Make their bottoms glow brighter than the embers Emma!” shouted Melanie, which brought forth great mirth.

Soon she sat on the chaise lounge and began to spank the girls in various positions, as the watching crowd urged her on.

The watching crowd urged her on…

First one, and then the other…

First one, and then the other…

Her friend Melanie shouted to her, “Why not get the maids to spank you Emma?”

The watching women loved this idea and Emma agreed.

“Girls, come and attend to me, but first do my hair. I must look my best for my spanking!”

…I must look my best for a spanking!

She bent over for them, and once again the crowd offered encouragement…but this time it was the maids they called to.

“Get your revenge… make her bottom burn…use a strap!” They shouted.

They did get a strap, which soon was cracking down across Emma’s cheeks. They took turns in applying the strap to Emma’s rapidly reddening rump so that it started to blush as red as the fire in the grate. Thwack! Thwack! Thwack! Thwack! Despite the rapidly mounting sting and burn, Emma absorbed the spanks with evident enjoyment, her rump willingly rising to each stroke and rippling on the strap’s impact in a most delightful fashion. Melanie loved the sight of her friend’s bottom being so expertly leathered and became more and more aroused. She couldn’t decide whether she would like to be in Emma’s place or whether she would prefer to be one of the maids applying the leather strap. Either choice would be wonderful! ‘Oh spanking, spanking, what blissful and erotic fun!’ she thought.

Oh spanking, spanking….what blissful erotic fun!

Eventually a bell rang loudly. It was time to return to their seats, the interval was over.
The atmosphere changed, and an air of expectancy descended on the excited women. The two maids made a fuss of their ‘Mistress of the Hour’ and said their goodbyes.

They said their goodbyes…

Into the theatre they walked, the wonderful atmosphere, the polished wood, and the red plush seats welcomed their bottoms.

“Oooooh!” said Emma as she sat down.

Melanie giggled and two women taking their seats behind them added, “Looks like someone is going home with an ‘Inveigle Rump!’ “

Emma blushed as the seats began to fill and the music began. Melanie took her hand and squeezed it. “I’ll rub some cream on your bottom later.”

She turned to her friend and kissed her on the cheek. Smiling, she replied, “Thank you, I’d really love that, but for the moment let me enjoy the lovely warm glow that is now rapidly spreading to you know where!”

Often, after an interval, there were vacant seats, left by visitors still engaged in their activities in the booths and lanes. Mr.Trentham was a regular post interval visitor. Here are some of his works…

This was one of Mr.Trentham’s best selling photos.. ‘An Orgy in the Lanes of The Inveigle’
‘After the Interval’ ~ An intimate look at what happens in ‘The Lanes of The Inveigle’

It wasn’t always sex and spanking at the ‘Inveigle Show Times’. After the Show was over, one of ‘The Lanes’ was opened up for skittles, a very popular pastime in Victorian England. Public Houses in particular were very keen on it, the huge crowds were good for Business. ‘The Inveigle Girls’ had an excellent team, and won a few trophies which were presented on stage and kept in a cabinet in the foyer. There was only one difference when you played at the Inveigle. It was naked skittles…

The Inveigle Skittles Team
…comprising the real, from left to right,
Victoria, Samantha, Charlotte, Scarlet and Stephanie.

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Saint Helena High School for Wayward Girls – Chapter One



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.

This is the school I have set it in, it is very close to where I live, it is no longer a school, the grounds, always quiet, are open to the public. I had girlfriends who went here, who told me of the strict Headmistress who spanked and caned freely, often without mercy…

The main entrance is straight up the drive. However, if you walk to the manicured lawns to the right, and look at the side of the building, thus…

Can you see that rather impressive entrance, with the curved stone steps?

Well, the French Windows lead into the Headmistresses Office, it extends to the right, the last window on the right was the secretaries office, where girls reported for punishment, sometimes to leave their knickers there for collection afterwards. I have it on good authority from girls that went there, that many bare bottom spankings and canings took place in the space behind the French Windows, and also a few, on the steps outside. Lights were left on, and curtains left open, so that girls walking by could see the punishments take place. There were no restrictions on how many stood to watch. So if a girl was unpopular or had done something particularly bad, a large group would gather in a semi circle.

and now to continue…

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. But after three years I gained my first ‘Excellent’ rating.

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 ‘mirror of 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 needed 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.

I had a padded spanking bench, which meant the bottom was low, yet almost horizontal. Similar to the judicial method of old, this enabled a great swing from well back, to swish down not the buttocks, rather than a sideways swipe. My word! I made some girls scream on this!

Anyway, I could tell you about my vast array of equipment all day! But that is not really why we are here.

As my popularity with the Board of Education grew, so did the number of girls coming from court. Eventually we became an ‘Academy of Correction’, which in real terms meant that all the girls were naughty girls sent from the courts. Slowly our area of induction grew, so that we served the North of the County.

My staff were excellent in both teaching and discipline, but the need for discipline was steadily growing as the type of girl we ‘housed’ became all of the type mentioned above. I started to get the first rumblings of dissatisfaction from them. 

My first action was to take charge of induction. This meant that a girl would come straight from court in her civilian clothes, and depending upon what level of correction she needed, she got a suitable uniform, and her first punishment. It was a proviso of the courts that on arrival a girl was punished on admission.

So in they came, some nervous, worried and shy, others full of bravado. They ranged from a timid girl who had strayed, and needed a few terms of harsh discipline, to the brat. Girls who needed a sound flogging on the bare buttocks, regularly, and of increasing intensity, until they behaved themselves. 

Let me introduce you to a timid girl first of all, and show you how things proceeded.

This is Molly. She is still here and from time to time needs a plimsol or cane across her cheeks, but all in all, by our standards, she is quite a good girl!

She arrived like most timid girls, quite well dressed and I was struck by her very modern hairstyle. All girls have a ‘mug shot’ for our files.

The first thing I would do, would be to give them a reprimand and tell them in no uncertain manner, what to expect. Then, much to their surprise I would make them strip naked, placing their old civilian clothes into a bag, which was duly sealed  and labelled.

I would point out that I knew exactly why they are here, and would make them describe their actions before a cross. Religious or not, confession before this Christian Icon has a profound effect on their mind.

As I tidied away their clothes I would pass whichever style uniform was allotted, and tell them to put it on.

Most would look quite happy about it, strangely enough, although some objected. I think that having the pressures of the modern social media controlled world taken away, and thrust into the 1950’s so to speak, was quite comforting, and to many, very exciting.

We all had to attend a psychology course about the makeup of the young woman’s mind, and it proved very useful. I knew now that the telling off and transformation for most would be quite sexually exciting. So I would leave them alone for ten minutes, to consider things. And they knew that on my return they would be spanked. Very often, in fact, almost every time, they masturbated in my absence.

They knew I understood, and on my return their glistening pussies, damp knickers and smell of love juice would make them blush.

I would usually get straight into their punishment then.

It was difficult to estimate how much a girl would struggle and kick, so for the first time I nearly always put them on the piano stool, bottom high, palms on floor. If they tried to protect themselves they would fall over.

Not only that, it is a very revealing and humiliating introduction to the world of Corporal Punishment.

After their first punishment it was a tradition that they remained on show or in ‘corner time’. Usually as a class of girls they had never met, came in giggling and saying various comments.

So long as they were not too vociferous, I allowed almost anything. The humiliation did the new girl the world of good!


So for now, we will leave her blushing, in face and bottom, before the cat-calling giggling tormentors. And move on to Chapter Two…


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