Chapter 17: A traitor in their midst and a judicial caning

The next few weeks consolidated the girl’s new position. The stars of The Inveigle were happy to have two girls to compliment their acts. Abigail had chosen well. They fitted into the repertoire beautifully, providing something new and different to enhance what they had already. The reputation of The Inveigle soared and the new show was being talked about everywhere. People were having to wait for tickets up to three weeks, so business was brisk. Once more Abigail had come up trumps.

Customers to use the ‘Tease Maids’ had tripled!

The Chorus girls were happy too, the better the show, the better their chances of a secure future. The lower girls were also happy, apart from one. Jealousy had seeped into Lucy, the girl who controlled the gas under the Inveigle’s stage. She wanted to be a star, and, in her mind, she thought she had talent to equal theirs if only Mummy Bear could just see it. How come these two just managed to walk in from nowhere and literally fly to the top?

The truth was that Abigail had only hired Lucy to serve and control the gas. That was the role she had agreed to do at her interview. She had a pretty face and a very curvy bottom. Maybe with a lot of work and encouragement she might go a little higher, but in truth Abigail doubted it. She was usually very good at quickly assessing a girl’s true potential.

Lucy’s downfall loomed large. That very day she was seen talking to the ‘Lady in Green in an alley by the side of ‘The Three Bells.’

Albert had been seeing to his duties in a thorough manner, and was now reporting the ‘Lady in Green’s’ every movement. When he saw Lucy talking to her, he knew Abigail would be interested.

He crept close and listened as best he could. He heard Lucy talk about the circus, Charlotte, and Samantha. Two other girls were mentioned, but Albert was unsure who. The two women separated and he saw the ‘Lady in Green’ pass some money to the girl.

Albert returned to the Inveigle and tapped on the parlour window, which Abigail opened with a smile. “Hello young man, what news do you have for me?”

“You’ll not like it Missus, but I think it’s very important.”

“Come inside lad, tell me your news.”

Clutching his cap firmly in his hands the young lad was given a cup of sweet tea and a chocolate bun. A shiny florin was put on a plate, another two were on the cloth. Abigail picked the one from the plate and pressed it into the grubby palm.

He took a deep breath and gave his news. “You have a girl ‘ere called Lucy, don’t you?”

Abigail scowled. “Yes I do.”

Albert shuddered. “She has been talking to that woman and she gave some money to Lucy”

Abigail’s face set sternly, she whispered through pursed lips like a snake. “Has she indeed.”

“That’s it really Missus, except one other thing. I heard two names mentioned, the names everyone is talking about, Charlotte and Samantha. I heard her ask about two more, but I couldn’t quite hear their names.”

Abigail paid the boy handsomely, placing the other two florins in his other grubby palm. He could hardly breathe, he had never held so much money in his life.

It was a Saturday and it was mid-afternoon. She decided that she would speak to Lucy after the evening’s entertainment.

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Once the theatre had emptied at the end of the evening’s performance, Abigail walked briskly back to her parlour. She sat down and thought for a short while. Then, standing up again, she opened the door and shouted to a young girl sweeping the floor. “Go and get me Lucy, and be quick about it if you know what is good for you!” Her face looked very angry. This was the first time the young girl had ever seen Abigail anything but happy and jolly.

Whilst she awaited Lucy’s arrival, Abigail pulled out a chair and sat before the fire staring into the flames. After a short while there was a timid knock on the door.

“Come in.” Abigail invited in a soft tone.

Lucy was feeling very nervous. Was this the time she had dreamed of? Was this going to be the start of her climb to wonderful riches? She walked in smiling, trying to look modest and pretty.

She knew instantly that she was not here for a reward. “Stand up straight Lucy, don’t slouch, put your hands by your side and keep your chin up.”

She did as she was told.

“The lady you have been meeting.” Abigail studied the girl’s reaction.

Lucy began to squirm, looking down at the floor, unable to make eye contact with Abigail.

“Yes, I know all about your meetings, and I know about the money. Now young lady, if you want to keep some skin on that bottom of yours, I would advise you to tell me everything.” Abigail put her hands on her hips and stood stock still, staring into the girl’s eyes.

Lucy began to cry and between the sobs told her Mistress the truth, the whole truth and nothing but the truth. She felt like she was in court pleading for her life. After half an hour Abigail had managed to piece the story together, and, as the name of Jacqueline was revealed, she knew who she was and which girls she was after.

She sat down and put her chin into her hands, to think, whilst Lucy was feeling distinctly uncomfortable, shuffling from foot to foot.

“Keep still girl, I’m trying to think!”

Lucy stood to attention.

Abigail stood up. “I can’t trust you Lucy. You have betrayed me.”

Lucy sobbed bitterly.

“I think it is time you left the service of ‘The Inveigle’, without a reference, don’t you?”

“Oh no Mummy Bear, please, please no, no, don’t throw me out!”

“Don’t call me that. Call me Mistress.”

That was a bitter blow to the girl who burst into tears again. “Yes Mistress”.

There was a silence, and then the girl muttered again, softly, barely audible between sniffs. “May I take a beating instead, Mistress? I don’t want to go, please Mistress.”

Abigail picked up her cane. She looked at the girl and made an offer. “Alright, but it will be a very severe public thrashing for you, on the stage, before all the girls, and right now!”

“Yes Mistress.”

Abigail dispatched one of her younger girls to ask all the Inveigle girls to go to the theatre where she would address the assembled company. Slowly, without knowing why, the girls filed into the stalls. Clearly something unusual was to happen. Charlotte and Samantha sat side by side on the front row with Sapphire and Fae next to them.

Soon their curiosity was answered as Abigail walked briskly onto the stage pulling a weeping Lucy behind her. The story was told, the name of the ‘Lady in Green’ now revealed as ‘Lady Jacqueline’, stabbed the two girls from the mill in the heart. They looked around anxiously almost expecting to see her lurking somewhere in the shadows.

Abigail then ordered Lucy to make a public apology to them all, accompanied by a chorus of loud boos and hisses from the assembled company.

Once the noise of angry girls had subsided, Abigail announced, “And now I am going to punish Lucy. I am going to thrash her very soundly in front of you all. I sincerely hope that after I have completed the task, that will be the end of the matter as far as this very naughty young lady is concerned.”

(A photo shoot of this will be arranged.)

Murmurs of approval could be heard throughout the company.This clearly wasn’t to be like one of the usual erotic spankings ‘The Inveigle’ was famed for. It was to be a judicial punishment to be delivered with no mercy whatsoever.

After Abigail then turned to Eleanor who was standing at the side of the stage, “Would you prepare Lucy for her punishment please Eleanor.”

“Certainly Abigail. It will be a pleasure!” replied Eleanor.

She turned to Lucy and instructed her to remove her dress and her drawers, leaving her standing forlornly on the stage wearing only a plain white chemise and plain white stockings with brown ankle boots. Her mid-section was now totally naked and fully exposed to the gaze of the company. She looked and felt very apprehensive and extremely ashamed.

Two girls dragged a heavy wooden punishment horse onto the stage. This was a simple piece of ‘restraining furniture’ typical of any girls’ reformatory at that time. It consisted of a narrow padded top with four stout, slightly splayed legs. Once in position at the centre of the stage, the girls grabbed a reluctant Lucy by the arms and almost seemed to drag her towards the horse. They then forced her to mount the horse and bend forward along the padded top, her bottom projecting slightly beyond the end. Then they secured her wrists and ankles to the legs of the horse. Finally they passed a leather strap over her back and buckled it tightly over her waist which had the effect of pushing her bottom up higher, ready to receive its dues.

Luxy was now almost totally immobilised. Her plump curvaceous rump, naked and quivering in fearful anticipation, faced towards the crowd.

The look on Abigail’s face was very stern and still bore the traces of the fury she had felt on learning of Lucy’s gross misdeed. Gone was the warm comforting ‘Mummy Bear’ image that she normally displayed.

She took up a position to Lucy’s side brandishing what was clearly a reformatory school cane in her hand. This was heavier and thicker than the usual thinner ones that were used in Inveigle’s Saturday evening performances. She swished the cane through the air making it swoosh, getting a measure of its weight and springiness, whilst at the same time hoping that the noise would intimidate Lucy warning her of the punishment to come. Lucy’s bottom twitched involuntarily every time that she heard the cane swish.

Finally, Abigail tapped the cane across Lucy’s trembling buttocks, checking her position and aim. Then after a brief pause, she raised the cane high over her shoulder and brought it whistling down through the air to land with a loud THWACK across Lucy’s defenceless bottom. A piercing scream filled the air. Then, another and another stroke was delivered with full merciless force by Abigail, her face revealing the determination she felt to make an example of the silly girl. Lucy screamed and howled at each stroke, her whole body straining for release from the horse, but she was too well secured to escape. Her bottom took stripe after stripe, as welts raised and began to turn purple and angry.

After thirty six strokes of the cane, her punishment was finally over. Abigail threw the cane down onto the stage with a clatter, clearly demonstrating her disgust that she had to use it so harshly on Lucy….but needs must. She had deserved to be soundly caned. Eleanor untied her, helped her down off the horse and, supported under the arms, she led Lucy slowly from the stage. She winced at every step and was still weeping in disgrace.

This was the worst punishment that any of the Inveigle Girls had ever seen. But already in her mind Mummy Bear was planning another, which would make this look like a nursery spanking. One day the ‘Lady in Green’ would be naked and bent over on this stage.

‘Inveigle justice’ was done harshly. An example had been made, but even the most ardent spanking fan had looked away at times. The girl had been found out, she had been punished, and it was now over. Abigail told the other girls that no malice must be shown towards her. Her disgrace would be sufficient. If any girl disobeyed that instruction, they would be up on the stage for the same, no matter who they were!

Abigail was loved, respected, and at times a little feared. All of them knew how much Lucy must be really hurting to have let her down. The worst punishment of all was not being allowed to call her ‘Mummy Bear’ anymore. None of the girls could imagine having to cope with that.

Before the assembled company had time to leave the auditorium, the theatre’s atmosphere changed again, taking another downward turn. Mr Trentham ran in with some horrific news, “He’s struck again… twice…two more murders! They’re calling him ‘Jack the Ripper’ now! They were murdered in a horrible and very gruesome manner.”

This news was met with shocked silence and then loud, almost hysterical sounds from the girls. Abigail, however, took control as always and managed to calm them all down. She told all the girls to stop indoors. The next day the doors of the Inveigle would be closed again as a mark of respect for the two victims.

“Up until the last hour, today has been a grand and glorious day, but now we have seen the other darker side of life – betrayal and murder. I will keep you safe here my lovely girls. Now everyone, back to your rooms, chop chop, be quick about it!’

In their bed Samantha and Charlotte spoke of Lucy’s punishment and disgrace, and, of course, the gruesome murders. But even closer to their hearts was the bad news that Jacqueline was close, and after them.

They snuggled up to each other and eventually went to sleep.

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After a fitful slumber they awoke to the muffled atmosphere they had felt once before, after the first murder. They looked out of their window and the quiet sound of a city in shock drifted up from the street. A notice was attached to the door as before. Police activity was everywhere apparent and so too was a new rumour.

The police had received a note. It had mocked the police and had been given to a newsgroup days before, but not taken seriously it seemed. It was written in red and signed ‘Jack the Ripper’. There were suggestions that he was a doctor, because of the way he had cut the poor girls into pieces, and almost turned them inside out and laid them on the cobblestone like an anatomy class’ cadaver.

Sat in Mummy Bear’s parlour were the mill girls, Charlotte, Samantha, Fae, and Victoria. Also there were Amber, Sapphire and Eleanor. They discussed what they knew, and together decided that their safety would be best served by staying close, and only going out in groups. Abigail walked around the girls comforting them, saying that it was time to let this Jacqueline know she was not welcome anymore. She told them about how she had been suspicious of her all along, and apologised for not doing anything about it earlier. They of course forgave her, and thanked her for her comfort and protection.

Slowly over the next few days the gloom lifted, the city streets returned to an uneasy normality….like a World waking cautiously from a pandemic.

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Jacqueline could not help but wonder what had happened to her informer. She had gone to their arranged meeting place twice now, yet no sign of her was to be seen. She decided that it was not a great matter of concern. She knew where all the runaways were. All she had to do was wait. Her dear husband needed attention. He had been so busy the other night and it had taken its toll, he seemed subdued and quiet.

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Mr. Trentham was now taking photographs daily and deftly colouring them in. The photos of the trapeze starlets had arrived and Mummy Bear could not have been more pleased. “They are beautiful Mr.Trentham, thank you so much. Did you bring the extra sets of naughty ones?”

“Yes of course Abigail.” He passed them over and took great delight in seeing her pleasure.

“Malcolm Trentham! I have to say that these are quite exquisite and truly wonderful! All your work is!”

Mr Trentham smiled both inwardly and outwardly, he liked hearing her say his first name.

Abigail went out to find an errand girl to take the extra set to the Cooke’s Circus. Victoria was walking by and happily took the job, and agreed to go with Mr. Trentham. It seemed that the two women wanted similar coloured photographs of all their circus stars. He was going to be busy, and Eleanor’s cut of the takings would be a welcome extra income for her too.

Soon after they had left there was a knock on Mummy Bear’s door. She knew who it would be. She had asked Charlotte and Samantha to come to her room. She opened the door, where the two girls stood smiling.

“Come in, come in girls and take a seat,” said Abigail. “Oh I do hate it when all is not as it should be, don’t you? All this murder stuff and that Jacqueline, I’ll be glad when things settle down. Anyway, you must not worry unduly. We know about the threat and have plans in place to protect you. All we can do is being done. We must continue to move forward in life. Anything else would be like giving that bitch recognition. So, to that end, I think it is time we decorated your room. It will take your mind off things. You have seen all the other starlet’s rooms. They were given free range to be as opulent as they wished. I’m very happy to spend fifty guineas, even more seeing as it is a double room. Do you have any ideas?” Mummy Bear smiled the warmest smile she had to the girls.

The flood gates opened. They had been talking about this almost non-stop, and they seized their chance as both of them talked quickly and excitedly to their dear old Mummy Bear.

Abigail looked shocked and amused as the girls rattled on for over an hour.

These were the ideas they gave…..’PINK!’ It had to be pink with splashes of black, maybe black drapes and black lamps. They asked for naughty paintings of spankings and female-only orgies in black frames. Their furniture was to be pink studded velvet with black shiny legs. Pink tiles around a black fireplace were a must. They wanted racks to hang canes and paddles on ….pink shiny paddles! Big beds, four poster beds, with pink drapes and black woodwork were also requested. Then they asked for their speciality to be included.

Mummy bear just looked at them in a bemused sort of way, just nodding her head at every suggestion.

“Oh Mummy Bear, we enjoyed the group sex and spanking with the circus girls so much! We want to have many strap-on attachments to use, varying in shape, size and finish. We want spanking benches specially made, some double ones, where bottoms face both ways. We need toys, lots of insertion toys and some of the medical vibrating ones. We have drawn a picture of a machine, a hand cranked spanking machine and a hand cranked masturbation come cum fucking machine. We want our room to be the ‘spanking-orgy room’, where lots of ladies can come to use us and see us perform! And that’s about all!” Smiled an almost exhausted Charlotte.

“Oh is that all? I expected something different and special.” Abigail frowned.

The two girls looked upset and sad, they pouted at each other and looked back to Mummy Bear, who burst into laughter.

“Oh Mummy Bear, that was so naughty! You didn’t mean that really!”

She apologised and said they had excelled themselves. She would do her very best to accommodate their wishes. She walked over to her table which had small drawers running around its edge. She pulled one open and took out a small white ivory spanking paddle and held it out to them to take.

“This is for you.”

The girls took the beautiful object. It was smooth, light, and delicate. On the back was an engraving of two ladies using it and on the handle was a beautiful engraved bow. They both burst into tears. It was the first real present they had ever had, other than the painting, which they had begged for.

Mummy Bear hugged them both and kissed the top of their heads. “It is for you to use on each other. I know that you play when alone. If you use it hard it would break, it is more for prolonged sensual spankings. Would you like to practice with it? After all, I was very naughty just then.”

Both girls agreed. They pulled down the sash window and closed the curtains. The door was locked.

Abigail moved to the table and lifted her dress over her hips. The two girls stood each side of her and slowly pulled down her pantaloons.

Charlotte tried it first and began to spank her. Light but firm smacks. The smacks were crisp and lovely to listen to, ‘peppering’ Abigail’s rump with delicious stinging sensations.

Mummy bear responded well, her bottom began to blush and she moved in time with the smacks…rising and falling to each and every stroke.

Samantha tried it next and picked up the pace. For fifteen minutes they spanked, not at all hard, but her bottom glowed by the time the girls had finished with her.

(Another scene to shoot.)

They stopped and caressed her bottom. “Have you any oil or cream?” asked Charlotte.

Still moving her hips in and out she pointed to a drawer next to her hip.

Charlotte opened it and took out a pink jar. It was a heavily scented moisturising cream. She climbed on the table to straddle her true Mistress, facing away from her head, she began to rub it in and Abigail gasped in pleasure.

Abigail got to her knees between Mummy Bear’s legs and pulled her thighs apart to lick her pussy to orgasm from behind.

Outside a forlorn Lucy was listening, she ran away weeping…sad, but safe. Even a traitor managed to find solace at the Inveigle.

Chapter 16: A thank you and a public spanking

The following morning, it was time to say thank you to Esmerelda and Estelle, along with the four Belgrady Girls. They had come for their ‘reward’ for all the time and effort they had put into training the two girls.

The circus girls walked into the foyer of the Inveigle. Abigail shook their hands, and said that a meal would be waiting for them in about an hour or so. She waved her arm to Charlotte and Samantha, and said that in the interim they would take them to the spanking booths.

The two girls had scarlet chemises, white knickerbockers, and red and white striped stockings on. A gift bestowed upon them by a grateful and delighted Abigail at breakfast.

They walked seductively, swaying their bottoms before the group, all the way down the sexily lit corridor to the booths. They stopped in a group, by an open door, to watch a pair of ‘Tease Maids’ getting a birching.

They all walked in and the six women were shown to the central ‘masturbation seat’.

Only one booth was lit and the two girls walked into it. They stood side by side and smiled at the assembled group. Samantha stood tall and straight, her honey and ivory banded hair fell over her shoulders. Her eyebrows looked dark and sexy, beneath them her sultry ‘spanking eyes’ stared at the women. She breathed deeply, her bosom rose and her cleavage filled.

“Thank you for the time and effort you have put into us over the last few weeks. We hope that we made you proud last night. Today, we want to show our gratitude with a little show. At the end, we will endeavour to fulfil any requests you may ask of us. But now, it is time to spank!”

A round of delighted happy laughter and claps came from the central circular double seats.

Mistress Samantha instructed Charlotte to get on all fours, to crawl around the middle seats and come back with a leather paddle, in her teeth.

“Yes Mistress Samantha.”

(If I possibly can, one glorious day in my studio, I will produce this as a set)

The women watched as the delightful artiste of the air sunk to the floor, crawled around them, and slid up the wall like a lithe snake to get a thick, shiny leather paddle from a hook. The walls were festooned with spanking implements. As Charlotte crawled back towards Samantha, the women were able to enjoy the sight of Charlotte’s wonderful bottom flesh rolling seductively and invitingly this way and that as she moved slowly along the floor on her knees and hands. The women drooled.

“Stand slave,” ordered Samantha.“Put your hands flat to the wall, arch your back, and push that delightful bottom up.”

Charlotte did as she was told.

Abigail looked through the spy hole with satisfaction and pride.

Samantha undid the red silk ribbon which held the knickerbockers tight around her waist. The knickerbockers appeared to know what to do on their own as they slid slowly down to her ankles.

Everyone gasped, Charlotte’s bottom was indeed very beautiful. Framed between a red chemise and the striped stockings with bows, it looked so spankable….so very very spankable! It was a lovely full and very curvaceous bottom. It looked as though it would be very soft, smooth and highly caressable. The skin possessed an alluring alabaster hue which would undoubtedly colour up beautifully with a sound spanking.

Samantha began by stroking Charlotte’s cheeks with her hand, and then looked at the little ensemble, asking, “Do you like what you see ladies? Don’t you think Charlotte’s bottom is rather beautiful?”

“Yes,” was the unanimous response she received.

Continuing to stroke and caress Charlotte’s bottom, she then asked, “Don’t you think that it is just begging to be spanked?” and then, after a short pause….”spanked very hard?”

To a woman they all replied, ‘Oh yes! Spank her naughty little bottom, spank it hard. Make her squirm and cry out for mercy. We’d really enjoy watching you do it.”

“On your toes Charlotte,” commanded Samantha. “Show the ladies your burning need. Show them the lust you have for a spanking which is now growing in your loins. Tell them how you need this and how a public bare bottom spanking is your greatest desire.”

Charlotte did as she was commandes, her bottom presented for spanking in a most delicious way. She spoke to the ensemble, ‘‘Oh ladies, this is what I dream of…I need to be spanked, I yearn for public punishment. I want to be humiliated and everyone to see how much I enjoy it. My Mistress is wonderful. She knows my needs, she understands my soul. I need a spanking. Oh I need one now, so very, very, much!’

Samantha looked to her new friends raising an eyebrow and smiling. She stood to the side of Charlotte and without further ado, started spanking her proffered bottom hard.

Smack! Smack! Smack! Smack! ….Smack!

The sound of hand slapping soft female flesh echoed around the booth and delighted the group. The acoustics of the booths were wonderful, amplifying the spanking sounds perfectly, augmenting the visual sight of Charlotte’s lovely bottom, sending a thrill through all the observers.

The pace quickened and Charlotte’s bottom started to ripple and wobble with every stinging slap from Samantha’s punishing hand. Her skin started to colour up beautifully, changing from the pristine alabaster to a pink and then to an ever redder blushing colour.

Charlotte started to add her own sounds between the smacks to this ‘spanking symphony’….

Smack! “Oohhh”…

Smack! ”Owwww”….

Smack! “Oh god yes… spank me Mistress”…

Spank! ”Harder please”…

Smack, smack, smack! “Owwwww…please Mistress, please, don’t stop”…

Smack! “owwweee”…

Smack! “ ohhh, yeowwh”…

After a while, Samantha stopped and picked up the leather paddle. Sitting down on a backless chair she patted her knee and beckoned Charlotte to her saying, “Over my knee now young lady, if you please.”

Charlotte complied, lying gracefully over Samantha’s knee for another spanking, her cheeks already aglow.

“Hands to the floor Charlotte. Bottom up high, legs together, and no fingering! Now show them how much you need this, you naughty wanton girl!”

The viewers began to lift their dresses, whilst their bloomers and frilly knickers fell to the floor.

A hard brisk bare bottom paddling followed with Charlotte’s cheeks turning as red as their camisoles.

Finally, she stopped walloping Charlotte’s now very angry red backside. “Stand up Charlotte and fetch me ‘Mistress Strappie’.”

‘Mistress Strappie’ was a black shiny strap-on dildo, with an insert made to slip into the wearer. The insert was designed with small ribs to rub against the wearer’s clitoris, so that both girls could derive pleasure.

“Tie it onto me tightly, Charlotte. Then bend over with your legs spread wide and hold onto that low bar over there near the wall.”

Charlotte did as she was told. She bent over and gripped a small rail that was fixed just off the floor. With her now very red bottom raised high in the air, she started to beg her mistress to use her.

“Fuck me Mistress, fuck me hard, show them what a dirty little slut I am. Oh my beautiful Mistress, give me a good hard public fucking!”.

Samantha stood directly behind Charlotte’s bent figure. She slid the dildo with ease into her now very moist cunt and began to fuck her hard, making Charlotte pant and emit ever louder moans and cries of pleasure. The clitoral stimulator also had an effect on Samantha as she too began to moan loudly as she thrust the dildo in and out of Charlotte. As she was doing this, Esmerelda and Estelle got up and stood each side of her. Estelle opened Samantha’s drawers as wide as she could and then they both started to spank her bottom bringing her rapidly to orgasm as she fucked Charlotte, who was coming for the fourth time…very loudly!

An orgy followed the girls’ display of unbridled sexuality. Nobody was sure who fingered who, or used ‘Mistress Strappie’ on who. The central seat was a seething, throbbing, groaning mass of naked female flesh. Orgasm after orgasm filled the air, to eventually leave sweating slippery bodies entwined over the seats and floor. All the bottoms ended up very red.

Samantha stood and walked to the booth. She now stood completely naked, breathing deeply. “We have just said thank you in The Inveigle way. I hope that you all enjoyed it and feel rewarded for your magnificent efforts in training us to fly. Our hearts and minds now soar free, thanks to you! Our bottoms are aglow and our little tight pussies have been totally satisfied. My slave and I wish with all our hearts that you also feel totally satiated! Thank you all.”

Abigail removed the ribbed rubber masturbation dildo from her slippery hole and sank to the floor exhausted. “Well done girls,” she whispered trying to catch her breath. “Very well done indeed.”

The women thanked them with hugs and kisses. They promised to tell all their friends how magnificent they were and how wonderful ‘The Inveigle’ was. They then all washed and dressed, and sat down to eat a hearty and filling meal. It had to be, as each guest was mightily exhausted!

Thus the girls were baptised into ‘The Inveigle Sisterhood’. They had served their customers brilliantly. It was a wonderful and a very surreal experience for them both.

Chapter 15: A new special act is born

Sunday was a quiet day, and in late September the sun was still warm. The main group of the Inveigle Girls, Sapphire, Eleanor ,Fae and Victoria decided to go to Hyde Park for a picnic, they invited Samantha and Charlotte, who were already fully accepted and part of the group. Mummy Bear went too, as usual. It was a jolly day, filled with laughter.

To passing people out on a Sunday stroll they could have been anyone. And that’s just how they all wanted it to be.

It was a normal day, nothing exciting, nothing out of the ordinary.

Back at the Inveigle doors were still open on the corridors, and Tease Maids bottoms were blushing.

They ate by the river and then walked through the glasshouses and examined the flowers on display. However, there was one thing that did surprise Charlotte and Samantha. Abigail took out an artist’s pad and drew an orange dahlia, which the girls watched with interest. She used crayons and the detail she managed to achieve amazed them. She received much praise from her adopted daughters, which made her blush with pride and mock embarrassment. They finished off in the Italian gardens with afternoon tea, before catching a horse-drawn tram back to The Inveigle.

On their return Charlotte asked if she could have the drawing. Abigail was only too happy for her to have it, feeling very flattered that they seemed to appreciate her artistic skills. It was the very first thing that the two girls both had for their room. As they were to go to the circus for training tomorrow, they would get it framed on the way. It became one of their most treasured possessions.

Abigail was their protector now. They had all fallen in love almost at once, and the three formed an unbreakable bond for life. Abigail had other favoured groups of girls, but the girls knew that theirs was a special one.

Supper was taken in Mummy Bear’s parlour, the perfect end to a perfect day. The two candlesticks on the mantelpiece and one set down by Abigail provided the only illumination in the room other than the glow from the coal fire.

Charlotte looked to Samantha, and then up to Mummy Bear. The two girls were sat either side of her legs on the peg rug before the flickering fire looking at the flames. Abigail was gently stroking their hair.

“Do you know any stories Mummy Bear?” asked Charlotte.

Abigail looked down at Charlotte, the firelight reflecting in her eyes and said, “Oh yes, my dear. Yes, I do. I’ll tell you one. It’s all set in a park, a bit like this afternoon.”

The two girls listened fornas long as they could, but awoke the next morning wrapped around each other, under a warm cover before the empty fire grate. There was a small note from Mummy Bear pinned to the cover saying:

‘Hope you are not too cold! But you looked so peaceful, I just couldn’t disturb you. You’d better not be too stiff! It’s circus training today!’

The two girls dashed upstairs to get themselves ready. This was going to be a very different day and exciting day for them!

Abigail had arranged a carriage to take them to the circus as she was unable to take them herself. She said that she was too busy today to accompany them, but promised to come and see them train when they were getting the hang of it, and she meant quite literally, ‘the hang of it’!

As they trotted away Abigail caught sight of the ‘Lady in Green’ again. She noticed her quickly disappear around a corner to where the stables were located. A thoughtful Mummy bear walked slowly to her room. What was she up to, this ‘Lady in Green’? Was she besotted from afar, or was it something more sinister? She feared it was the latter.

Jacqueline hopped on her waiting carriage and ordered the driver to follow the one with the girls inside it. She felt her ‘net’ slowly tightening.

The girls had asked Mummy bear if she knew a picture framing shop, which she did. They stopped to pick a gilt frame for the dahlia picture she had given them, and then proceeded to their destination – a huge theatre with a billboard outside advertising the ‘Magnificent Cooke Family’s Circus.’

It was a hive of activity. Next to the theatre was a leisure park which housed the zoo and training tents. On weekdays people could pay a small fee to come and see the exotic animals and see the artistes perfect their acts and skills for the weekend or evening shows and matinees.

The girls were expected, and were soon ushered through the main doors.

A carriage pulled up a few minutes later, but did not stop long. The lady inside looked out of the window, smiled, and then asked the driver to take her home.

The two ladies, Esmerelda and Estelle Cooke came to greet them and took them on a whirlwind tour of the facilities inside the building. The actual circus performing ring was very similar to The Inveigle, but not raised above ground. It was the standard forty-two foot diameter typical of all circus rings. The space around it was covered in fresh sawdust. Three tiers of seats, each with eight rows seemed to dwarf it. At eye level to the top tier were tied the trapeze. They looked very high and scary.

The four of them walked to the rear doors and out into the park. For the first time in their young lives they saw lions, bears, elephants, parrots and other exotic animals. Performing poodles trotted by, whilst they could see a woman breathing out huge plumes of fire was over to their left. To their amazement men and women on stilts walked by juggling. One pair of legs with a handsome young man on top straddled Charlotte and walked right over her. Clowns in Pierrot style outfits tumbled by laughing and greeted the girls with sweeping arms of courtiers.

They were enthralled. But then as they approached a high training tent their nerves returned. Outside the red and white, star spangled tent was a sign, ‘The Belgrady Girls’. Their fame had preceded them. The whole of London seemed to be talking about these four black girls from America. Their death defying leaps, their costumes, their American ‘Devil May Care’ attitude was famous.

The two women owners walked into the tent with their two shy followers walking closely behind.

“Two new slaves for you, eh Esme? Oh my god woman, what have you done to them, they look scared to death! Which one is yours Mistress Estelle baby? The tall one? Bet she is, she’s your type!” The bold girl laughed and winked.

The other girls giggled. Georgina Belgrady was renowned for making an impact on whoever she met, and in those first few seconds the young tall slender woman seduced our two girls.

Esmerelda and Estelle just tutted their dismay and turned to walk away. ‘‘You know your job George, train the girls!’’ was the parting shot of a smiling Esmerelda Cooke as she left Samantha and Charlotte were left alone with them.

“Well my, girls, what have we here? Two quiet little mice?” Georgina smiled at the girls and walked up close.

Samantha and Charlotte’s mouths were dry. They were star struck. These were the most famous people they would ever likely meet. Without knowing why or where the idea came from, they both curtsied.

“Oh my God, I’m not the Queen of England!” Georgina laughed loudly.

They both blushed.

The other girls came to gather round them and after a little teasing conversation, they warmed to them. By the time lunch of freshly baked bread, butter, pork pie and pickles was served, they were chatting away like a group of women in a temperance meeting over tea. Alcohol was never allowed in the training tents.

Rules were laid down, and a schedule was set. Every day, for the next few weeks would be spent on concentrated training, learning skills and tumbles. And so the circus training began, the two high flyers were going to soar to new heights.

Mr.Trentham came to shoot photographs of their training and some general ones of the Belgrady Girls. Here are some f his originals, which were sold at the Inveigle Shop, in the theatre foyer.

Training began with balance. They learned how to use their arms, and how to keep their eyes and body focussed. At every step safety was enforced vigorously. Take off positions were learned the first day and remembered for the rest of their lives. It was soon deemed that balance was not an issue.

Next it was heights. The ladder was first, and how to get from that to the platform. Both of the girls seemed to be ‘naturals’ and learned how to do everything very quickly. They showed little fear and when a chance of a swing through the air with another girl was offered they both jumped at the chance. The speed of their progress surprised everyone concerned.

It was soon deemed that heights were not an issue either.

By the end of the first week a metal and rope rig at around ten feet with a mountain of straw underneath was being used with ease. New phrases were learnt:

‘Listo’, meaning ‘are you ready’.

‘Ready’, meaning in trapeze terms, ‘bend your knees’.

‘Hep’, meaning begin, or start. In other words ‘Go!’

Many more were learned and logged into their eager absorbing brains.

The ‘knee hang’ and ‘the catcher’ skills were drilled into them relentlessly.

By the end of the second week the girls were swinging, letting go, and catching. The Belgrade Girls had done well. So too had their pupils.

Two big surprises came next, via a letter from Mummy Bear. Their first little performance was scheduled for a fortnight on Monday, and on Tuesday it was time to reward the Cooke’s and the Belgrady’s efforts. Details of the latter were to follow.

They wanted to pay Abigail back for all her efforts, and were happy to hear the news. Their initiation period was almost over, and they would soon get their Inveigle baptism. This meant proper customers, whom they had to please according ro Abigail’s instructions. They were almost ‘Inveigle Girls’ now and this meant that failure to please would mean their first Mummy Bear spankings. As much as they liked spankings, they did not want one of them as a punishment from Mummy Bear. They wanted to please Mummy Bear, and would willingly go over her lap, but not in disgrace.

Their costumes arrived and they looked absolutely stunning. They were ready for their first flying trapeze show, well almost. Mummy Bear needed a photo for her parlour wall and another for a space on the stairs just below the girl’s bedroom. They would need to be coloured in of course, and taken by the lovely Mr. Trentham.

He had been busy setting up his studio and developing room, and this was to be his first assignment for Abigail. He was excited.

They had a trapeze set up just above ground level and a platform erected for the camera and tripod to stand on. The first set of photographs were taken for Abigail. They would soon be hanging on the parlour wall, and outside the girls’ room.

Dressed in their costumes, they looked stunningly attractive and complemented each other well. Both were sparkly sequins. Charlotte’s was pink, whilst Samantha’s was deep forest green and black. Around twenty photographs were taken so that Abigail would have a good choice to pick from.

Then Charlotte came out with an idea. “Let’s sit by each other naked, On the trapeze, looking over our shoulders!”

“What a splendid idea!” agreed Samantha.

Mr Trentham gulped and smiled. Oh how he had missed these two girls! Three more photographs were taken and he left with a promise of a quick delivery and that they would not be disappointed.

The next Saturday night show was again viewed by the girls, and a buzz of excitement was in the air as the customers could see the trapeze rigs all set up high in the roof. The girls felt excited and when they saw the posters advertising the Inveigle’s new arrivals, they felt like celebrities.

A customer in dark green with a black mask, scowled and thought to herself, ‘Huh, how can mill girls, and orphans to boot, possibly be classed as new upcoming stars?’

The show was as exciting as ever. The girls once more talked about the acts and the stars, then of their plans for their room, and finally fell gently to sleep, too tired for any spanking fun. Tomorrow was Sunday and they were ready for a day off.

The day of rest brought an educational visit to the British Museum and another picnic, this time on The Embankment. The girls were being educated, cared for and fed. Life was good right now. At the end of the day they felt fresh, eager and ready for the new week of circus training, and so the following week came and went in the same way.

The next week after that saw the promised Monday of their baptism. The Inveigle theatre was open for staff and invited guests only. The orchestra had the same music as the girls had trained to, and Eleanor had her words.

The chorus girls and the lower girls were all sat in the stalls. The ‘stars’ and the invited guests were in boxes. Abigail sat nervously with the two Cooke’s. The four Belgrady Girls were sat together in the box opposite. No green lady sat in there tonight.

The music began, Eleanor sang a specially written song about how ‘They fly through the air with the greatest of ease, their knickers come off and they float in the breeze!”

“I’ll catch them!” shouted Sapphire. Laughter and cheers rolled around the auditorium.

The girls looking relaxed and resplendent climbed their ladders. Every now and then, in perfect time, they pushed their bottoms out and wiggled.

The Belgrady Girls were a little astonished and asked when they had learned to do that?

They took provocative steps at various stages and in perfect time again they both did a version of a Victorian Pole dance about two thirds of the way up.

“Now you gotta show us how to do that!” shouted one of the Belgrady girls.

They had not reached the platform yet and the onlookers were all clapping. The girls looked across to each other, winked, smacked their own bottom and stepped onto the platform. They had been practising their own extra little ideas in their room, and on the Inveigle stage.

The audience laughed and clapped in delight.

The show was magnificent, and sexy. Moves which had never been seen before were done with consummate ease. Spankings were suggested at almost every swing, legs were open and the gusset of their outfits displayed as often as they could. They swung, they leaped, they caught. Their new found words?? echoed with professionalism through the air to gasping admirers.

Then came the finale, which surprised everyone.

Sapphire stood up and played their favourite, Tosseli’s Serenade. Both girls stripped naked, and did a variety of poses, all linked by elegant swings and interchanges. They pulled a rope and a trapeze for two rolled down, it’s ropes covered in flowers.

Nobody had ever seen anything like it. They sat with their backs to the audience, their rumps delightfully spread over the seat and swung as high as they could. At the far end of the Inveigle a small candle was lit in a bell-shaped glass jar cover. Below it were two small cymbals. It was pulled up to position high in the roof by Victoria.

As each swing got higher and higher, The Belgrady Girls stood anxiously, clasping their hands and holding their breath.

Ting, ting!

The girls, almost upside down showing their triangle of hair to the world, tapped the little cymbals with their toes.

To a woman they all stood and cheered.

They slowed down to a stop. Then looking over their shoulder they put a ‘thumbs up’ to Victoria, who was now standing behind Mummy Bear with a huge bunch of flowers.

Together they shouted, “Thank you mummy Bear, we love you!”

Mummy bear cried, whilst the audience gave a very noisy standing ovation. Their act was ready, and next week it would be the talk of London’s underground community.

After the show, they all met for drinks and a little party. The girls were chastised for their surprises but hailed as rivals to ‘The Great Belgradys!”

“You have probably noticed that Asa is posting some chapters of the story ‘The Inveigle’, with no photos….” Says the rather attractive Victorian Lady before you…

….she carries on speaking. “The story is now all written, and it seems a shame you cannot read it up to the exciting finish. Photos are all taken up to chapter twelve, but why wait? He will be taking them bit by bit, so be patient.”

Asa

Chapter 14: Samantha and Charlotte experiment with a cane

After the show, Samantha and Charlotte left hand-in-hand, humming the Radetzky March, and walked back to their rooms.

After the shows, the ‘Tease Maids’ we’re in high demand, as passions were high. They passed by two more open doors, business was brisk, as was the punishments they saw.

A short flight of stairs, another bend in a corridor, and there was another open door. Birches were flying fast and furious!

They flopped onto their bed and talked animatedly about what they had just seen. Mummy Bear had told them that this was only a small part of their repertoire. They had lots more acts, which is why people kept coming for more. Next Saturday Victoria was making a return to the stage with the chorus girls. They hoped to be able to see her triumphant return.

The fire was lit, two hot chocolate drinks were brought in by Rosie, and the girls stripped down to their camisole tops and bloomers to snuggle up side-by-side. They said a prayer of thanks together afterwards as they knelt besides Charlotte’s bed. After saying ‘Amen’, they stayed in position, turned to each other and smiled.

“Stay like that Charlotte,” commanded Samantha in a seductive stern tone.

Charlotte did so and Samantha slowly pulled her bloomers down to her bent knees.

“Did you enjoy the show Charlotte? You naughty girl, I saw you playing with yourself in the theatre. Fancy that! Public masturbation with no shame at all. I know what that deserves… don’t you?”

“Oh yes Mistress, a bare bottom spanking.”

“Oh I think it deserves more than just a bare bottom spanking, young lady. It deserves a sound bare bottom caning, just like Fae’s thrashing that you couldn’t drag your eyes away from!”

Samantha stood up and walked to her bed, felt down underneath, and slowly drew out a very slim and very swishy yellow cane.

(There will be a photo set of the next scene.)

“Oh God Samantha. Where did that come from?” asked a surprised Charlotte.

Samantha stood up with the cane and flexed it. “I asked Rosie to bring me one and leave it here whilst we were at the show.”

​“I see. Oh Samantha, I’m a bit scared. I’m not at all sure that I can take a caning. You’ve only ever spanked me before.”

“Oh Charlotte, surely you’re not frightened of me caning you? Don’t worry, I won’t exceed your limits. We’ll experiment together. I will give you just three strokes tonight. Let’s just see how it goes. I’ll start off gently and gradually increase the intensity. Would that be OK?”

“Yes my beautiful Mistress. I think that would be OK.”

“Then walk over to the bed and bend over the brass rail at the foot of the bed, but get near the wall, not in the middle. I need to be able to swing this thing.”

Charlotte stood up and walked around the bottom of the bed biting her lip in slightly fearful anticipation.

She felt her bloomers drop to the floor after a couple of steps. Upon reaching the bed she placed her hands on it and bent right over the rail, pushing her bottom up, as she had been instructed.

Samantha stood to her left side. Tapped the cane three times lightly on her bottom to take aim, raised her arm and… swish! thwack! The cane struck and Charlotte flinched but made little noise.

“Harder?”enquired Samantha.

“Oh yes, you can do it a lot harder than that!” responded Charlotte with a hint of cheekiness in her voice.

Samantha started to tap Charlotte’s cheeks again with the cane and noticed the thin red line of the first stroke redden from what was at first just a white line. Then she raised the cane twice as high as before and …. swish! thwack! It made a louder crack this time and Charlotte let out a gasp, buckled slightly at the knees and pushed her bottom up again.

Again Samantha enquired, “Harder?”

“Yes Mistress, I want it very hard for the last one.”

“I have heard it said by the girls that the last one is always the hardest, so here goes.”

She took a step back, positioned her feet, her right foot one step before the other, raised the cane behind her shoulder and with no tapping of the bottom delivered a full hard merciless stroke of the rattan cane…..SWISH…THWACK!!

Charlotte kicked her right leg up at the knee and jumped up and grasped her bottom. “Oh my God, that hurt!”

“I’m sorry.” said a rather concerned Samantha as she dropped the cane and moved to embrace her lover.

“Oh don’t say sorry. It was what a mistress should do sometimes, and the pain is fading already. I never knew you were that strong!”

Samantha noticed a tear on her face and wiped it away with her hand. She then gently pushed her lover down onto her back lying on the bed, raised her legs over her own shoulders and plunged her tongue into Charlotte’s very moist cunt.

Within a minute Charlotte came loudly, releasing a long cry of pure ecstasy.

“Oh my God, Samantha, if it makes me come that hard you can give me six or maybe even a dozen like that next time! Now I understand what Fae gets out of being caned so hard.”

“Oh, I’m so pleased Charlotte. I really enjoyed watching Fae being caned and I had hoped that I might be able to cane you like that, but I wasn’t sure whether you could take or enjoy it. Being able to cane you was pure bliss. Thank you so much for letting me.”

Charlotte got up from her bending position over the brass rail and lay down on the bed on her stomach. Samantha lay down beside her and admired the cane stripes that she had created across her lover’s beautiful bottom. She traced the three red stripes very gently with her fingers, the last of which had now formed a raised red welt. Charlotte let out a contented sigh and then rolled onto her side, giving her mistress a long lingering kiss. Her fingers slid between Samantha’s legs and entered Samantha’s moist slit until she too came, almost as quickly, and almost as hard as she had herself. They both now realised the aphrodisiac power of a well-applied cane, both for the recipient and for the wielder of that implement! They shared one bed that night, in close beautiful tender contact.

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Meanwhile, in the London House of the Doctor and Jacqueline, the doctor was sitting at his writing table, using his left hand to write a note in red ink to The Central News Agency. The torment of the police had begun.

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Continued…

Charlotte pays a visit Miss Tanner’s house…

Charlotte could hardly wait to visit the headmistress the following day. She had slept fitfully, replaying the events of her first ever spanking in the headmistress’ study earlier that day. She had already discovered that she found it was a massive turn-on to assist Miss Tanner in disciplining naughty girls. She just loved lifting the girl’s skirts and lowering their knickers to bare their bottoms for punishment. She was thrilled by the sight of their chubby little cheeks being soundly chastised, turning them from white to pink and then to glowing red as they wriggled and squealed. After such sessions, she always felt compelled to visit the bathroom, supposedly to tidy herself up, but in reality to relieve herself, masturbating her moist pussy.

And now she had experienced her first ever spanking at the hands of Miss Tanner. It had been a revelation! At the start she had found it surprisingly painful, but as it progressed, she had found that receiving a spanking was even more arousing than watching one! Under Miss Tanner’s experienced hand, lying astride her knee, she had actually managed to orgasm without the need to finger herself.

As she replayed in her mind the events of her own spanking, she couldn’t resist masturbating herself as she lay in bed, fingering her moist pussy with one hand whilst slapping her bottom with the other. This proved to be a somewhat difficult operation, akin to trying to rub your tummy and pat your head at the same time, but in the end it was well worth the try! Nevertheless, she felt that another ‘trip’ over Miss Tanner’s knee would be even more exciting and fulfilling. Self-spanking was OK, but it really didn’t match up to having someone else do it.

On Saturday morning, Charlotte awoke at 9.00 feeling very happy, full of anticipation of what might transpire when visiting Miss Tanner’s house. She had a light breakfast, and then showered, inspecting her bottom in the bathroom mirror. Her cheeks no longer displayed the bright redness of yesterday, but they emitted a healthy, pinkish glow. She decided to wear a light blue t-shirt, short pleated white skirt, black stockings and suspenders, and a pair of close-fitting, white semi-transparent knickers. She enjoyed the sensuous feel of air circulating around the sections of her thighs above her stocking tops and around her bottom. She felt very alive and very sexy!

Having checked her make-up in the hall mirror, she set off for number 6 Arcadia Avenue, quietly singing the chorus line from Madonna song ‘Hanky Panky’ softly to herself:

Like hanky panky (hanky panky)
Nothing like a good spanky (good spanky)

As she turned into Arcadia Avenue, she wandered along the road counting up from two… to four… and finally to six. She had arrived! Her heart was beating fast now as she anticipated seeing again this commanding lady, to whom she was secretary, in her home environment. She knocked on the door and waited. It was soon opened and there stood Miss Tanner, smiling.

“Ah! There you are Charlotte. Do come in,” she said, holding the door wider open.

“Thank you, Miss Tanner….er… I mean, Samantha.”

“That’s better, Charlotte. We’re not at school now, so relax! Follow me.”

Charlotte followed Samantha down a corridor into a beautiful kitchen conservatory that had been added on to the back of the house. It had a high ceiling and large patio doors leading out into a lovely secluded brick-walled courtyard garden. All the framework and kitchen units were tastefully painted in sage green and a chandelier hung down from the roof over a large dining table.

“What a lovely room and garden courtyard, Samantha,” said Charlotte gazing around in awe.

“Sit yourself down over there Charlotte, whilst I make you a coffee. Black or white? Sugar?”

“Oh, white please, Samantha, and no sugar thank you.”

Samantha soon produced two steaming mugs of coffee and plonked herself down in a chair next to Charlotte. She raised her own mug to Charlotte saying with a chuckle, “Bottoms up!”

Charlotte giggled and blushed slightly, but managed to reply, “Cheers….bottoms up!”

Samantha then asked, “How’s your bottom this morning, young lady? Has it recovered from its experience yesterday afternoon?”

“Uhrr…yes, thank you Miss Tanner.”

“You mean ‘Samantha’!’”

“Oh, sorry….yes…thank you, Samantha,”

“How did you find your introduction to spanking? Was it what you had imagined, Charlotte?”

“Oh yes, Samantha. It was just how I had imagined it and more! It was lovely. It hurt a lot to begin with and I started to wonder what I had let myself in for. However, after the initial shock, I began to feel a wonderful pleasure seeping through me and after that I just couldn’t get enough!”

“I’m so pleased. I really enjoyed introducing you to the pleasures of spanking. It’s not everyone’s cup of tea. I’m sure most of the girls at school whom I have cause to spank would think that you were mad to enjoy such treatment. That’s just as well, otherwise the discipline of the school would get totally out of hand and we would be kept very busy dishing out punishments to all and sundry. They’d be queuing up outside my study door and we’d never get anything else done!”

Charlotte laughed, picturing herself supervising a long line of schoolgirls along the corridor leading to her office. She’d be walking along the line pinning up their skirts and yanking down their knickers, the girls wetting themselves in eager anticipation of having their nubile bottoms spanked by the headmistress.

Returning to the present, Charlotte turned to Samantha and asked, “Tell me, Samantha, when did you discover that you enjoyed spanking? Have you ever been spanked yourself?”

“You are a curious young soul, aren’t you Charlotte! Well, where do I begin? It was whilst I was in the fifth form at an all girl’s private boarding school. In those days the head girl was allowed to spank younger girls for minor misdemeanours. She usually used just her hand, but sometimes she employed her wooden hairbrush if she felt that the crime warranted more severe treatment. Unfortunately, I had several painful ‘run-ins’ with her, but it did arouse in me what must have been a latent obsession with spanking. Although I quite enjoyed being spanked, when I later became the head girl, I rapidly discovered that I much preferred being the one dishing out rather than receiving the spankings! I was never vindictive, but I did so enjoy walloping the bottoms of ‘deserving cases’.

“Gosh!” said a wide-eyed Charlotte.

Just at that moment, Samantha’s washing machine suddenly started it’s annoying bleeping, indicating the wash cycle had ended.

“I must just stop our delightful conversation for the moment, Charlotte. My washing is finished. I need to get it out and hang it on the line in the garden. Would you like to give me a hand and have a tour of the garden whilst we’re at it?”

“Certainly, Samantha.”

Samantha dug out the washing and carried it out into the garden with Charlotte in tow.

Plonking the washing basket down next to the line, they started to hang it up. To her surprise, Charlotte found that the bulk of the washing surprisingly consisted of Samantha’s knickers. They came in all sorts of colours and designs, all with rather fetching fancy lace edgings.

“Gosh, Samantha, you must get through a lot of knickers every week! They are rather lovely though,” she said in an excited voice.

“How many knickers I get through in a week is none of your business, young lady, but I’m pleased you like my selection. I do so love my underwear collection, almost as much as my shoes!”

Just at that moment there was a gust of wind which sent Charlotte’s skirt billowing upwards, revealing her stocking tops and bottom tightly clad in a pair of white, semi-transparent knickers.

Samantha noticed and laughed, “You’re wearing a rather interesting pair of knickers. Very revealing!”

Charlotte smiled. “Oh, I like to dress provocatively. I just love teasing the paperboy when I see him cycling towards me in the morning on my way to school! I do a little twirl when I see him, which lifts my skirts up high enough for him to catch an ‘eyeful’! He has a job steering his bike in a straight line. His eyes were out on stalks!’

“You naughty little minx,” laughed Samantha, whilst trying to sound serious at the same time. “Poor boy. I ought to put you across my knee right now and spank you for being such a tease!’

No sooner had Samantha finished her sentence, than another gust of wind lifted her dress just as it had done to Charlotte’s. Charlotte gasped. Samantha wasn’t wearing any knickers at all! She was totally naked from her stocking tops to her suspender belt, her full womanly buttocks on display.

“Now who’s being highly provocative, Samantha? You’re not wearing any underwear at all!” giggled Charlotte.

“Well, as it was a rather warm day, I thought that it would be nice to dispense with my knickers for once. It’s so lovely to feel a cool breeze wafting around your nether regions, unhindered by lacy underwear! You really ought to try it Charlotte.”

Nothing more was said as they both finished hanging up the washing, although both could feel a distinctly electric atmosphere of lust filling the air around them. There was a lovely scent of flowers in the air, bees were buzzing around a lavender bush and a pair of doves were cooing amorously on a nearby rooftop.

Once the task was completed, Samantha gently took Charlotte by the hand and led her to an ornate garden seat in a shady, secluded section of the garden, safe from prying eyes.

Before they knew it, they were sharing long kisses.

Fingertips began to play with erect nipples. Warm soft palms rested on cool thighs, and fingertips tugged at cotton, hoping to reveal pert breasts. Breathing got faster, pussies became moist, eagerness began to take gentle control.

Samantha’s hand slid up Charlotte’s stockings, and on reaching her thigh, her legs began to part. Things began to speed up, as clothes were removed with trembling excited fingers. The first kiss of cool shady summer air began to caress their skin, it was all so very exciting.

The joy of peeling thin fancy edged material from warm expectant flesh fuelled their desire. Knickers were teased, suspenders were snapped, breasts and buttocks bobbed free and loose, eager for caresses.

Charlotte’s bottom needed attention. Her cheeks begged for a sharp kiss of pain in the fresh air where the noise of a smack sounds so very delicious.

“Oooh, spank me Samantha. Please smack my bare bottom hard so that I know that everyone near can hear. Please, let’s be naughty out here!”

Caution vanished. So what if they did make a noise? It was their home. They were secluded and nobody could see. Charlotte bent over and placed her hands on the garden seat, her bottom pushed out eagerly for an al fresco bare bottom spanking. Samantha looked at the two magnificent globes of soft decadent flesh, and began to draw her hand back for the first smack…

And so the delightful scene of the two beautiful friends enjoying the fresh air and each other’s bodies, especially their bottoms, emerged.

Samantha caressed and gently smacked Charlotte’s beautiful, soft, curvy bottom, eliciting lovely little yelps and moans of pleasure. Every now and then, Samantha let her fingers stray tantalisingly near Charlotte’s already dripping pussy before delivering another few slaps to the blushing cheeks. Charlotte opened her legs wider to afford Samantha better access to her pussy and thrust her bottom out further, inviting more smacks. Gradually Samantha upped the pace and severity of her spanks. Charlotte gasped in pleasure, her cheeks quivering delightfully as each smack landed crisply on her soft flesh.

“Oh Charlotte, you really do have such a wonderfully spankable bottom. I’d love to have you as my ‘spanking pet’. I’d love to have you naked and walk you around my garden and house with a long leash attached to a jewel-encrusted collar around your neck. I would spank you whenever you were naughty or I felt inclined to do so….in the garden, in the kitchen or even up the staircase! It would be daring and exciting to do it at school as well, using the same equipment and implements that we use on our naughty girls bottoms. Would you like that, Charlotte?”

“Mmmh! Oh YES, Mistress! I cannot think of anything more erotic and exciting.”

Charlotte wriggled her bottom, panting with heightened lust. “Please Mistress, please spank me harder. My bottom craves your stinging pain.”

“Of course, my dear. How can I resist!” replied Samantha, raising her arm higher as she started to wallop Charlotte’s quivering mounds in earnest. WHACK! SMACK! WHACK! WALLOP!

“Oh YES!’ screamed Charlotte in total submission.

And there we have to leave the duo playing in the privacy of the garden. We can only guess what happened next, but suffice to say, Samantha and Charlotte ended the morning feeling very happy and totally satiated from each other’s attentions. A firm bond had been well and truly established between them.

Chapter 13: Samantha & Charlotte attend their first ever Saturday night show at the Inveigle

It was Saturday morning.‘The Inveigle’ always had a buzz about it on a Saturday. All around it people were polishing and getting things ready for the weekly show. The more the show was done, the more a regular format, with slight variations, evolved.

The girls had scrambled eggs on toast with fried tomatoes on the top, and a couple of cups of tea for breakfast. They felt refreshed after a hot bath and were ready for the new day.

Lots of things were different on a Saturday, yet many things just continued as normal. The first thing they saw, through another open door, was two more ‘Tease Maids’ getting punished.

Abigail was like a machine, organising everyone and getting things ‘just right’. If they had a penny for every time they had heard ‘Yes Mummy Bear’ that morning, they would be quite rich. Often it was said with a look to a girl’s friend with rolling eyes. If Abigail saw the glance she would mockingly chastise them with a couple of spanks on the rump, which delighted both the receiver and the nearby onlookers.

Despite the recent events, The Inveigle was almost back to normal. Respect had been correctly paid to poor little Annie and life had to go on. Once more it was a happy busy place to be.

The day passed by quickly and, almost before they knew it, it was time for their first experience of an Inveigle show night. They sat on the upper tier in Abigail’s private box. They had the gold and silver masquerade masks which the Inveigle Girls had given them. They were so excited and could hardly believe that in a couple of months or so they would be a part of the show themselves. Both of them kept placing their masks on their face and looking at each other, giggling. After settling in early with Abigail, they watched the theatre fill up and admired the splendour of it all.

Abigail told them to enjoy themselves, but said that she had things to check before the show started. However, she would soon be back. She stood and went behind their red velvet box curtain. She placed her opera glasses to her mask to study the box directly opposite through a small gap. She observed that the lady in the black and green mask had paid for sole occupancy of an entire box again. She must be rather wealthy since the boxes normally held six and the seats were not cheap.

She studied the woman and followed her gaze. The woman in question also had a pair of opera glasses and panned then slowly around the theatre, studying the audience. Then she turned her gaze to the boxes. Abigail watched her move systematically from box to box. When her glasses came to rest on the two girls, she was sure that she noticed a distinct shake and a much longer stare. When the girls put their masks down to talk, laugh or sip a drink, she observed her again. She felt sure that she was studying them. Maybe she was looking for new girls to use, but it looked more than just that.

After noting the woman’s actions, Abigail pushed back through the curtains and sat down between the two girls. The lights were dimmed, alternate candles were blown out, and the lights around the stage were ready to be lit. The girl beneath the stage was doing a good job these days. Eleanor walked onto the stage to start the proceedings. She picked up the small drum resting at the front of the stage and passed it to one of the girls in black and white, and slipped back into the darkness.

Charlotte and Samantha moved to the edge of their seats, determined not to miss any of the action..

On stage the girl with the drum looked at Abigail for the sign and got the nod.

Rat-a-tat-tat!

The music began, very gently. The girls formed a circle and beat time to the song by slapping their thighs gently. The audience picked up the rhythm and the two girls started slapping their own thighs. Mummy Bear noticed this and smiled with satisfaction.

Soon they were both bent forward over the edge of box with their chins resting on folded arms, utterly transfixed.

Sapphire walked on singing one of the many songs from her vast repertoire.

The girls looked at the girls swaying and their long legs moving effortlessly in time with the music. ‘How could they ever manage to compete with them?’ they both thought. They felt a little jealous of the amount of gifts and notes being thrown at the girls onto the stage. ‘Would they ever get any when they started to perform?’

The girls in the chorus formed a circle around Sapphire as she stepped onto a raised podium. They all turned to face her and slowly stripped her naked as she continued to sing. Standing in the middle of the circle naked, she looked stunning. The girls all turned to their left and undid the dress of the girl in front, which soon slid to the floor, leaving them all standing dressed only in their corsets, striped stockings and boots. They had no drawers, so that they were totally naked from their waists to the tops of their gartered stockings. The sight of all those naked female bottoms was mouth watering!

The tempo changed and the song became a favourite music hall style sing-along. Every alternate girl bent over, whilst the ones in between turned and spanked the bottom they have been presented with in time to the music: smack…smack….smack, smack, SMACK! … Slap… slap…slap, slap, SLAP!

The music got faster and faster, and the girls’ bottoms started to gradually change color from alabaster white to pink and then to an ever deepening hue of bright red!

The music then changed which steadily increased in tempo as it progressed. The girls swapped places, so that all of them ended up with equally red blushing bottoms by the time the music reached its conclusion. Finally they all turned to face the back of the stage and simultaneously bent over to present their beautiful red bottoms to their cheering and clapping audience.

Sapphire walked off the stage to rapturous applause with more gifts thrown to her feet by the audience. The Chorus Girls picked them up and ran after her.

Eleanor then walked back onto the stage and initiated the first spanking draw of the night. Six lucky winners from the seat numbers drawn ran onto the stage to pick up the spanking paddles provided. Six fresh chorus girls brought on six high stools and placed them in a line, with plenty of swinging room in between. They then bent gracefully face down over the stools and waggled their bare bottoms erotically at the audience.

The old faithful Radetzky March could be heard rising from the orchestra pit, and the spankings began. It was the first time that the two girls had heard the tune and they loved it, clapping along merrily and wishing they were spanking one of those ever so delectable bottoms.

After a while, Abigail suggested that they might like to join in the fun and let her spank their bottoms. “Come on girls! Let’s join in the fun. Let me spank your pretty young rumps. Let the audience see how deliciously spankable you both are! Go on, I’m sure you want to join in!”

Without delay, the two girls pulled up their skirts, opened their drawers and bared their bottoms. They then bent over the red velvet, cushioned rim of the box presenting their bottoms to Mummy Bear. She stood behind them and beat time to the music on their wiggling bottoms with her hand. The girls laughed and squealed in equal measure. Many in the audience noticed and started to point, stare and laugh. Some even cheered and waved at the two girls. The girls waved back, and, for the first time in their short careers, felt loved and adored by strangers. They all laughed as Mummy Bear joined in the frivolity, making grand waves before each smack.

The lady in green behind the black mask stared at them, exuding pure hatred.

Finally Eleanor halted the music with a crack of her whip and chased the girls off the stage, closely followed by their ‘winners’ chasing them with their spanking paddles. The audience cheered, whistled and clapped loudly. The place was getting more and more rowdy, and the two girls absolutely loved it.

It was then time for the prancing ponies. It was not always done to the Radetzky March, especially if it had been already used, so tonight it was the William Tell Overture.

Fae, looking decidedly relaxed, and Amber looking very much in control of her girls provided a fantastic show. The usual smoke rings sailed gracefully through the air. More girls were won, more seats emptied, and more spanking booths and private rooms were filled.

It was time for Eleanor to calm the crowd with a beautiful rendition of an operatic aria. The Chorus Girls lined up, dressed in delicate pink ballet tutus, took the stage and did a beautiful spanking ballet.

Next Sapphire appeared again as she swung to and fro naked on a garden swing. She had a black leather glove on one hand, and the ballet girls remained to slowly and seductively walk in a circle, passing through her line of fire. If a girl was at the right spot when the music stopped she had to bend and take a well aimed smack.

The performance flowed as gracefully as a babbling brook over smooth stones. The girls noticed how deftly Abigail controlled the show with little hand signals and nods when a cue was needed. The short-haired girl, Anna, whom they had seen in Mummy Bear’s parlour, had the job of taking little written messages up and down the stairs.

And so a typical Inveigle show night proceeded, with a shadow show, various spanking tableaux and a school room play. The latter had the two girls sat on the edge of their seats mesmerised by the performance.

The bratty Fae, dressed as a schoolgirl, got a well-deserved twelve stroke bare bottom caning from cold, whilst bent over a gym horse from. The whole audience joined in counting the number of strokes. Each stroke was preceded by a long drawn out ‘oooooooooh’, before the cane whistled through the air and landed across Fae’s bottom with a loud THWACK! Fae really played to the audience, screaming and kicking her legs, begging for mercy in a little girly-like voice. As each stroke was noisily delivered, the two girls held their breath and then flinched as they landed with a loud swish and a very meaty thwack. They were not at all sure that they could endure such a punishment, exciting as it was to watch. A series of beautifully red parallel stripes adorned her writhing cheeks by the time her strict ‘governess’ had finished with her.

Samantha had watched the governess’s caning technique very carefully and had thought how she would really love to cane her friend Charlotte in such a manner. In contrast, Charlotte had been more focused on Fae’s performance. The pain and humiliation that Fae was enduring seemed to hold a rather strange fascination for her. However, both girls noticed, despite the severity of the caning, that Fae seemed to have enjoyed the experience if the moisture glistening between her legs in the limelights was anything to go by!

Once all the performers had left the stage, Eleanor led the audience in singing the national Anthem, and another Inveigle Saturday night show was over.

The lady in green stood and stared. Abigail stared directly back, until the lady turned and left. Her presence was becoming a little unsettling to say the least.

Chapter 12: Abigail reveals her plan

Abigail took them to the front door and handed them a shiny large key each. “There you are. It looks like you are stopping a while so you may as well have a key to the door. Come and go as you please, but if you return after nine at night make sure you lock the door. If you don’t I’ll spank you! You have been warned!”

“Yes Mummy Bear,” they both replied in unison.

“Now then, I’m going to take you on a little trip to see the sights of London,” said Abigail. “What do you say to that?”

“Oh yes please. Thank you Mummy Bear, thank you!” they both said excitedly.

They all giggled and set off for the horse-drawn tram stop just at the end of the road. The atmosphere was lighter than the night before. Newsboys shouted the graphic headlines and people stood reading newspapers. The keys, the first they had ever owned, were gently put in their bags, treasures beyond compare!

It was their first trip on a tram. Everywhere seemed so busy. As they waited for the tram to arrive, horses and cabs of every size passed by. No wonder the horse market that they passed by on the way in at Camden was so huge. Everybody in London seemed urgent, knowing exactly where to go and what to do. They climbed excitedly aboard a ‘double-decker’ and the girls went straight to the stairs.

“Oh alright then, if you must, let’s climb upstairs! Don’t think about my poor old veins!”

They looked sad and guilty but Mummy Bear assured them that it was only a joke, as they went upstairs and sat at the front,

Even the stairs of a tram reminded them of spanking.

Abigail had picked a route which would take them by the Thames and pass by many famous sights of London. She announced that she was taking them to lunch at ‘Brown’s’, which was London’s first ever Hotel. It was beautiful, and afterwards they would go for a stroll through a park.

Charlotte sat to the outside, Mummy Bear in the middle and Samantha to the inside. It was open top, but as it was a fine day, the breeze was refreshing to their faces.

The day drifted by as easily as a leaf on a mill stream, and conversation flowed like water over a mill wheel. Their friendship grew.

After the walk in the park, they returned to the Hotel for afternoon tea. According to Abigail this was the best afternoon tea in London, and she had tried a few.

It was whilst sitting down to afternoon tea when Mummy Bear made a surprise announcement. “We are meeting two rather famous circus ladies soon. They are members of the Cooke family. Oh, they are ever so well known. I would like you to train to become aerielists.” She smiled at their wide eyes, and had soon learnt to look to Charlotte for a comment or some amusing response.

She did not let her down. “Ooooh, what are they Mummy Bear? I’d like to be one of them!”

Samantha and Abigail laughed, she didn’t even know what one was, yet she wanted to be one! Charlotte blushed again. She blushed quite often nowadays, at both ends!

Abigail told them that there was no pressure at all, but she had been looking at the theatre and felt it needed something up high for the customers in the upper tiers to feel privileged to see at close quarters. It would make the new increased prices seem more worthwhile.

“How are you with heights?”

They looked at each other and told Abigail about their rooftop escape from the big house. They said how they had to scramble up high in the mill sometimes to free cloth that had got stuck, but what impressed Mummy Bear most was the way they said that they would try their best for her.

The two ladies from the circus swept in, as if on cue, and sat at the table in an artistic manner. Abigail told them how she envisaged a trapeze act, with sexual content or, to be more precise, with sexual spanking content.

The girls looked embarrassed but soon found out that the two ladies were regular visitors to ‘The Inveigle’ with their lady friends. They tried hard to keep their conversation low, but the diagrams that Abigail had drawn left little to the imagination, and soon they all had a fit of the giggles and people began to stare.

They finished off their afternoon tea with more decorum. They said goodbye to the ladies and went back on the tram to ‘The Inveigle’, where they finished their discussions with tea and toast. They ate a lot that day!

It was decided that on Monday morning the girls would go to the circus, to learn how to fly! If it was successful, Abigail would have the best apparatus and a safety net fitted.

It was time for an early bed, the girls walked slowly up the stairs and turned corners which now began to seem familiar. Once more as they passed an open door, two ‘Tease Maids’ we’re getting a birching. They stood to watch.

Tired, they climbed the stairs, and went to their own room, in a house and theatre where they had their own key. They could hardly believe it.

Mr.Trentham often too a photo through an open door, here is one.

They opened their door, and both quickly undressed and jumped into the same bed. Once more they talked of ideas for their room, and also much about their act.

Slowly they drifted to sleep, to dream of fantastic leaps, wonderful acrobatics, their wonderful costumes, and a very resplendent room.

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Downstairs Abigail saw the boy at her window after he knocked.

“Hello Albert, got any news?”

“Yes Missus Abigail, they live in Kensington, a right posh house.” He passed an address.

“Did you see many come and go?”

“Only one Missus, a man in a top hat, with one of them leather bags like a doctor has.”

“No other person?”

“No Ma’am, en I was there ages lookin at em!”

“Good lad. Have you got much free time over the next week or so?”

“Yes Missus Abigail, I have, especially for you!” He blushed.

“Well, I’ll pay you a florin a day for two weeks if you don’t get spotted. Here is the other florin I promised you. Most of the time you’ll just keep watch and report what happens, and who visits. Now keep this quiet.”

“Bloody hell missus, yes Missus.” He was quite amazed by the amount of money that she was offering him.

Abigail smiled at him. Good information needed good money, she knew that