With links to sections one and two, and these are only a fraction of my vintage sections! Stay a while, there are lots of secret little sections hidden everywhere, enjoy the search!
Miss Kenworthy led Charlotte into another adjoining room. It was similar in size to her lounge, but it was very different in appearance. The walls were painted in a muted green colour on which hung a variety of tasteful paintings of female nudes in various poses, adding a sensual feel to the room. Hanging down from the ceiling was a horizontal bar with a short length of rope attached to each end. On the floor beneath this lay a long leather strap. It was a bit like a tawse, but longer and had a split head which resembled a spear head, giving it the appearance of a dragon tail…
Miss Kenworthy led Charlotte over to the wall beneath the bar and instructed her to raise her arms above her head. She then proceeded to tie Charlotte’s wrists to the bar.
She then made sure her bottom was nice and bare, so she could present it well.
Once she was satisfied with Charlotte’s position, she picked up the tawse and spoke to Charlotte…”This my dear is a Devil’s Tawse. Have a good look at this. It’s a real ‘beast’! When I use it on you, it will wrap itself around your bottom and leave its telltale dragon imprint!”
Charlotte looked over her shoulder wide-eyed and feeling somewhat apprehensive. She had never seen such an implement before. How much was it going to sting?
She didn’t have long to wait. Miss Kenworthy was eager to get started. She stood with her legs slightly parted on Charlotte’s right side, raised the tawse in her right hand and held the end with her left hand.
“I’m really going to make you dance with this, my pretty little princess! Stick out your bottom ready to receive the Dragon’s firey attention!”
So saying the strap sped through the air and landed across Charlotte’s bottom with a loud THWAAAACK! Charlotte shrieked out with the pain and kicked out her leg in a vain attempt to assuage the burning sting.
“That’s right, my lovely, dance for me….DANCE!”
THWAAAACK!….
THWAAAACK!….
THWAAAACK!
And dance she did, whilst squealing a merry tune to the roof tops!
Just look at Charlotte, pushing her bottom up to meet her bottom’s tormentor, wanting more…and more! Look at Miss Kenworthy…totally in the zone, excited, hungry…whacking and whacking the bare willing bottom offering itself to her.
“Yes Charlotte. That’s it…dance, whack! Dance!! THWACK!! DANCE FOR ME!”
Listening and watching the kiss and lick of leather on soft ripe bottoms is the best thing in the world!
My secretary Josephine has been, and still is, a very valuable asset. She confided in me that listening to the spankings and canings behind my door, (her office adjoins) is exciting. I now leave the door open slightly so she can look.
I have also given her a new role.
You see, naughty girls here are always put in corner time, they are told to remain as instructed and not to move. If a door opens, they must not move and if caught doing so, they will get another spanking.
All the girls have been told that any girl in corner time will be reported to my secretary who will do spot checks now and then.
She loves the job…
In actual fact, I have never seen her so happy in her work. She is very diligent and goes on her rounds often, in fact I said the other day…. “Don’t go over doing it Jo, you come back looking quite flushed sometimes.” She blushed bless her, she is very modest and praise must embarrass her.
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.
NOTE
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.
…continued.
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.
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.
Here is our lovely Samantha bending over and baring her bottom for a caning for you. So please, go to the rack and pick up your favourite implement, select it by length and weight, with suppleness. Swish it around a few times, get a feel for it.
Not used to this? We.., tell her off, and say firmly, slowly, and strictly. (No need to shout, it is not amateur dramatics. Just be confident and authoritative.)…”bend over.”
Then stand to the side you swing from, and begin with the centre of the bottom. Adjust your legs and height, no rush, she has to do as she is told and wait. Try for a stroke that lands parallel with the floor, and keep the tip of the cane just over half way across the far buttock. Any further and it will wrap around too much. This we save for floggings, where we deliberately use a longer cane and do three from each side, deliberately wrapping around the buttocks.
Take your time, tap gently, keep your eye focussed on the target. Breath in, raise the cane, do not look at it, focus on the bottom, imagine your cane us still there, aim for the centre. Bring it back…higher…further…higher. Keep aiming. Lift the heel furthest from the buttocks, aim as if not stopping, as if it was a sword, hoping to cut deep. It should land with a deep thud, not a lot if bounce, that means you are stopping as it hits. As you strike your body weight will lift your heel higher, whilst the other foot should twist and its own hero lift, hence the floorboards in an area of the old headmasters offices. You can follow through, like I do, to impress and scare the class. I let it end up over my opposite shoulder. For dramatic effect I twirl it in the air before each stroke.
I pride myself on getting a red band across the buttocks with welts almost touching. If you focus on the target area, one above the last, one below the last..and on…you will achieve this most satisfying of rewards for your work.
So…off you go, good luck. Not to near the top of the bottom, but the sit spit on the cheeks where the curves join the thigh is fine, but I save that for the naughtiest. Six there teaches them a real lesson, but that is best over the vaulting horse with a stretched bottom.
And at, but not over, the horse…This is a good position for whacking the sit spot.
And that’s it for now….I expect you have seen me in various movies, and know that I talk from real caning experience.
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?
Obsvious really…
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…