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Inveigle Visits – Number Three ~ A Public Thrashing in the Spanking Booths.

A public thrashing in the spanking booths…

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When you go to the booths today,
You’ll be sure to get a wonderful surprise!
You’ll see a naked young lady, called Jane,
Having her bare bottom thrashed and in a lot of pain!…

Scarlet, so called because of her long hair which she had dyed a bright scarlet, was one of the Inveigle’s multi-talented girls. She played the violin beautifully and had a wonderful singing voice, both of which Abigail made full use of in the Saturday night shows. She also had a beautiful body and needed very little encouragement to bare all in front of an audience. At heart, she was an exibtionist. Like most of the other girls, she was more than happy to switch when it came to spanking. She was equally comfortable having her own bottom spanked as much as taking another girl across her lap to spank them. When it came to spanking others, she loved to strip naked and have the spankee naked as well. She relished the skin-to-skin contact!

As far as the regular clients went, she had a number of devotees. One in particular stood out, a young 21-year old blond-haired beauty called Jane. She loved being totally naked as much as Scarlet. As far as spanking went, she preferred to be spanked rather than to be the spanker, although she was capable of both. Apart from having her bottom well-warmed, she found her enjoyment further enhanced by being spanked in public. The bigger the audience the better. She just loved to be thoroughly humiliated! As a result, she always requested that her spankings were conducted in one of the spanking booths in the Lanes, an ideal place for attracting a large audience.

Let’s join the lovely Jane on one of her visits to Scarlet. We find them kneeling on a window seat in one of the spanking booths. They are naked as the day they were born, looking down at the gathering crowd of ladies in the Lanes below. What a deliciously enticing pair of bottoms on display!

“From the sound of it, Jane, there is a big crowd out there tonight,” commented Scarlet. “In a moment, I will open the window. I want you to announce your imminent chastisement and invite them up here to witness your punishment. I shall be thrashing your beautiful bottom with a cane and then I shall add to your pain with a sound hand spanking across my knee! Make sure you shout out loud and clear.”

Scarlet flung open the window and pushed Jane forwards, so that her bare breasts were clearly visible as she leant over the window ledge, “Ladies, may I crave your attention,” she shouted, as the crowd suddenly went quiet. “My name is Jane and I have been a very naughty young girl. In a moment, Mistress Scarlet is going to thrash my bottom with a cane. We are both naked. If any of you wish to witness my thrashing, please find your way now to booth 42. We will leave the doors wide open so that you can watch my bottom being severely caned and hear my cries and howls of anguish. I hope that you will enjoy the spectacle as much as I will enjoy the thrashing! The first stroke will be delivered in 5 minutes. Thank you.”

Immediately the noise of excited chattering ladies started up again. Snippets of conversations drifted up to the window….”I’ve just got to see this….” ”…I hope that Mistress Scarlet lives up to her name and paints scarlet stripes across that naughty girl’s bottom….” “…Oh! I just love to watch a good caning…” “…She said they were both naked. How delightful!”

As the two girls awaited the arrival of their audience, Scarlet selected one of the canes she intended to use and swished it around a bit to make sure it suited her requirements. She then instructed Jane to bend well over the low vaulting horse in readiness for her caning, making sure that her legs were slightly parted. The audience would probably enjoy seeing her fanny and would no doubt want to check Jane’s state of arousal during the caning from time to time. The horse was right up against the window, so that Jane’s head slightly stuck out through it. Scarlet knew that some ladies really enjoyed watching a ‘victim’s’ facial expressions and cries almost more so than watching a victim’s bottom squirming around under the cane. Jane would therefore have an audience for both ‘ends’!

Once it was clear the audience was in place, Scarlet wasted no more time.
“Right you naughty little minx. Tell the assembled company why you are here.”

A hush descended on the audience.

“I’m here because I like to display my naked bottom and have it thrashed!” said Jane, wiggling it provocatively to the crowd.

“Please tell us why you like having it thrashed in public, you naughty little slut!” continued Scarlet.

“Because the pain and humiliation excites me. I enjoy everyone watching me being thrashed. It makes my pussy all wet!” replied Jane loudly, showing not an ounce of embarrassment or shame.

The pair of them could clearly hear comments from the crowd… “She is a real masochist, isn’t she?” …. “What a perverted, dirty little slut!”…. “I hope she really gives her what for with that cane she’s holding!” …. “Has she no shame? To be so blatant about her needs in public! It’s one thing to do it in private, but in public? Well, I never!”… “If she was my daughter, I’d thrash the skin off her backside with that cane!”

And so the comments rolled in, although the hypocrisy of some of the comments was blatantly obvious. They were all here for only one reason. They just loved watching young ladies having their bottoms soundly thrashed. They were all avid spanking voyeurs, the ideal compliment to Jane’s spanking exhibitionism.

Scarlet addressed the crowd in a loud voice, “Quiet, ladies! As you are now aware, you see before you one very naughty, dirty little slut. I intend to cane her delightful bottom with this cane as hard as I can. I shall attempt to thrash the wickedness out of her and make her repent her bad ways. Shall I begin?”

This question was met by a loud chorus of “YES! YES! YES! Cane her! Cane her! Cane her naughty little rump!”

Scarlet tapped Jane’s perfectly proferred posterior with the cane and then whipped in a hard stroke right across the centre of Jane’s bottom… SWISHHHH!!…THWACKKK!! Jane’s buttocks jiggled as she let out a loud shriek, almost deafening the ladies standing outside the window.

“That was a good one!” someone in the crowd shouted. “Give her another one like that, the naughty little Jezebel!”

SWISHHHH!!…THWACKKK!! Scarlet delivered another full-bloodied stroke. Jane kicked up her legs, and threw back her head, howling out loudly, “YEEOWWWHHH!!” Those standing outside the room were entranced by Jane’s facial expressions. As the cane bit into her buttocks, her eyes and mouth opened wide, almost as though she was surprised by the intensity of the pain.

Without waiting for Jane to recover from the last strokes, Scarlet whipped in four more strokes in quick succession… SWISH! THWACK!…SWISH! THWACK!…SWISH! THWACK!…SWISH! THWACK!

For the avid spanking voyeurs, Jane’s reactions to this onslaught were wonderful. She shrieked and howled, tears flowed down her face in torrents, her buttocks bucked up and down, and her legs kicked and scissored this way and that! It was a performance few would forget! Bright red weals blossomed across her rounded cheeks marking the cane’s rapid traverse up and down her backside. The crowd cheered and clapped loudly in appreciation of the performance.

Scarlet turned to the onlookers and nodded her thanks, “That’s six strokes, ladies. Do you think she’s had enough yet?”

As if speaking with one voice, there was a definitive loud “NO!”, followed by a series of separately voiced comments, ….”You can’t stop yet! There’s plenty of space on her fat ass to add more stripes!”…. “Come on, make her beg for mercy!”…. “Make her howl…”

“Calm down ladies. Have no fear, her punishment isn’t yet over by a long chalk! I’ll give her another six strokes to make it a round dozen. Then I’ll put her across my knee and spank her caned bottom very very soundly. Will that satisfy your lust to see the dirty little slut soundly punished?”

“YES! YES! YES!” came the collective response. They were like a crowd at a gladiator fight or public execution, whipping each other into a frenzy, wanting to see blood! Each lady on their own would have been much more reasonable and sympathetic to Jane’s situation, but in a group they all seemed to lose all self-control and inhibitions. They wanted to see this girl, albeit a willing victim, very soundly thrashed! Anything less would be totally unacceptable.

Scarlet wasted no more time playing the crowd. She raised the cane up high and proceeded to deliver six very firm measured strokes to Jane’s quivering bottom, filling in the gaps between the first six. Yet again Jane howled and cavorted on the horse, displaying her ‘charms’ as her legs kicked and parted with each stroke. To the more observant onlookers, her pussy lips looked very engorged and distinctly wet. Despite her cries of apparent pain, she was clearly deriving much enjoyment from her ‘predicament’!

“Right ladies, that is the end of Jane’s caning. After a short break, she’ll be going across my knee. If any of you require to visit ‘the facilities’ to relieve yourselves, now is the time to go! You have 10 minutes. In the meantime, Jane will stand here with her bottom facing the door and hands on her head, so that those of you who wish may examine her bottom more closely. However, there is to be no touching! Thank you, ladies.”

A few ladies left, but those near the front were reluctant to abandon their ‘front row seats.’ A few of the ladies who had been standing outside the window, repositioned themselves inside the booths so they could get a glimpse of Jane’s now well-thrashed bottom, something they had been denied throughout the first act of the performance.

After the interval, Scarlet sat down on a long red-cushioned couch and ordered Jane across her knees. She pushed her well over and elevated her left knee slightly, which had the effect of raising her bottom up nice and high, with her head virtually touching the floor.

Scarlet carefully inspected Jane’s bottom, checking that the caning hadn’t broken any skin. Then without further ado, raised her hand and started spanking.


Whilst at this stage she wasn’t smacking Jane very hard, she knew from experience that a spanking applied to an already well-caned bottom could be very painful, rapidly reigniting the smouldering burning sensations already implanted by the cane. To be kind to Jane, she needed a fairly gentle build-up before she really started to wallop her at a level where the onlookers would not feel she was being too soft!

She continued slapping Jane’s bottom, gradually deepening the reddish glow, alternating her smacks between Jane’s beautiful twin cheeks.


Jane emitted little yelps and wriggled her bottom, trying hard to put on a convincing performance for her audience without overdoing it. Needless to say, one or two ladies started to egg Scarlet on…”Come on Scarlet, stop patting her bottom. Spank her as if you really mean it! She can hardly feel it at the moment…”

Scarlet realised that she would have to step up her performance soon if she was to satisfy her audience. By now, she could feel the heat radiating from Jane’s bottom and decided it was time to let rip. She readjusted Jane across her lap and then started to let fly with her hand, smacking it down hard in a more random, unpredictable pattern, including delivering some smacks to the back of Jane’s upper thighs,


The increased intensity of the spanking finally got Jane to react in the way her audience loved to watch and hear. She started yelping and crying out loudly as she had done when under the cane. Her buttocks wriggled and squirmed vigorously on Scarlet’s lap, forcing Scarlet to take a firmer hold around her waist to stop her sliding off onto the floor.


“That’s it Scarlet! Hold her tight and make her feel it!” …. “Go on spank her harder, Scarlet. Give her a damn good hiding! She deserves it!”….

The spanking went on and on….
Despite Jane’s high pain threshold, Scarlet’s hand was proving increasingly more resilient than Jane’s bottom and she eventually broke down into loud gasping sobbing, tears running down her face. She started to beg, “Oh Mistress, please stop. I beg you, sfop, stop!” (sob, sob, sob)
“Don’t listen to the little slut. She’s loving every minute of it!” …. “Her bottoms glowing bright red. It could heat half of Whitechapel!”….”Watch her buttocks jiggling with every smack. It’s so sexy!”….

Finally, like all good things, the spanking came to an end. The audience cheered and clapped their appreciation, whilst Jane lay limply across Scarlet’s knees, a look of deep satisfaction across her face. She had indeed enjoyed every minute of her spanking and humiliation, and the more observant onlookers had noted that she had orgasmed numerous times during the latter half of her spanking. What a ‘pain slut’ she was!

After a long look at Jane’s well-thrashed backside, the audience started to leave. However, they were suddenly stopped in their tracks when a rather large lady in the crowd shouted out, “Who thinks that the girls should change places? Who thinks that Mistress Scarlet should receive some of her own medicine?”

There was a loud rumble of agreement amongst the crowd and, to their delight, Scarlet addressed Jane, “Well my naughty little minx, it would appear that you’re being given the opportunity to get your own back. Take my cane and give me six hard strokes, my dear. Don’t hold back. We don’t want to disappoint the ladies, do we?”

Jane rolled off Scarlet’s knee and grabbed the cane, whilst Scarlet bent over the vaulting horse presenting her own fine bottom to the excited crowd.
Jane swished the cane several times through the air and then said, “Ladies, thank you for watching my thrashing. Now it’s payback time! I’m going to give Scarlet six of the best. Would you all be so kind as to count her strokes out aloud? Thank you.”

A hush descended on the awaiting audience as Jane slowly raised the cane and paused. It’s tip quivered and then suddenly came swooping down across Scarlet’s unblemished round rump…





“OoooH! OUCH!!”


The final stroke was met yet again by loud cheering and applause….”Well-done, young lady. That’ll teach Scarlet not to be so harsh on you!” ….”Bravo! You’ve painted some lovely stripes across her round little ass!”…..”Why don’t you be the Mistress next time? Your caning was as good as Scarlet’s.”….

After a while, the crowd drifted away, leaving the two girls alone to comfort each other in privacy as only they knew how!


When Will My Aunty be Satisfied?

This is a story about the spanker, the lady in the photo on the cover above. Not just about her, but her very interesting spanking face. All us spankers have one, I do not care much for mine, I look rather sinister and intense. You might have seen me in some videos, you will know what I mean.

The woman’s sister has sent her daughter, (Kate’s Niece) to live with her for a term. She has become almost uncontrollable.

Today Kate, a well to do young woman who does not have to work, has had to collect her wayward niece. She has been sent home in disgrace, suspended for two weeks. One step away from expulsion.


And so it begins, you are the naughty girl, you keep looking to her face as she punishes you. Like the child on a car journey…”Are we there yet?”

The journey home from school was quiet. The girl has been dragged by her ear up the garden path, much to any passer by’s amusement. Aunty sits, with a cane and asks for the letter. The naughty girl passes it.

“Get where you belong! On your hands and knees like a naughty dog, get down….GET DOWN RIGHT NOWWWW!!”

The girl gets down before her Aunty, she has never been spoken to like this, she obeys instantly.

She reads the letter, and observed that the usual confident, aloof hand that passed it, was trembling. Round one to Aunty.

With the cane resting on her niece’s shoulder, she reads the letter. “I see you got punished before I picked you up.”

The girl thought it was a statement, not a question, and said nothing.


“….yes, yes….yes I was punished.”

“Get over my knee and let me see the damage.”


The niece almost jumped over her Aunt’s knee as she said “…yes Aunty, right away Aunty.”

The Strict Aunt laughed. “Pah! Barely a mark!”

More to follow.

NOTE:- The girl getting spanked is a client of ours, not a model. I will respect this and show very little of her. She is from Wales, that is all you will ever know.


Knicker Removal – Set Four

Samantha’s first turn to bare her bottom before the class.

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“Samantha! Pay attention! If you are drawing one more picture of a horse, you are getting a spanking! I thought so! Your talent in art, and your ability to ride are well known, but this must be the tenth time I gave told you this week. What have I just said about the repeal of the corn laws…eh? …eh?”

A blank stare greets me.

“What date are we talking about?”

“Errrr, the fifteenth?” She says hopefully.

“I mean the year! Stupid girl. Bring that bit of paper out here…NOW!”

She squirms in her seat…

“As I thought, another blasted horse. Well trust me young lady! After a couple of dozen with the plimsol you will not be bouncing on your saddle tonight! Bend over! Bare your bottom!”

“Awwwwwwww, yes Sir.”

“Bend your knees Samantha, present your bottom for a spanking properly!”

She did not ride for two days! And when next asked, she gave the correct year! A wonderful aid to the memory is a plimsol.


Knicker Removal – Set Two

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“Have you learnt nothing from yesterday’s spanking Charlotte?! You seem to be behaving just the same as yesterday….a troublesome noisy nuisance! Come out to the front, right now!” I say firmly, pointing to a spot on the carpet.

As always, when a class is about to witness a spanking, all heads turn, and a general muttering takes place….”QUIET!” …instant silence descends, as Charlotte steps into the gangway.

“Take your knickers down to the floor young lady, and touch your toes!”

“Yes Mr.Jones.”

Fumbling nervously, Charlotte does as she is told to, before a class full of interested and somewhat excited class. She is a popular, bright girl, with a very curvy pretty bottom. The rest of the class watch intently.

What a glorious sight greeted me as I turned from the implement cupboard armed with my size thirteen plimsol. “Right! Let’s see if a firm dozen on each cheek help you to learn how to behave!”


A Vintage Day Today, (of sorts!) Do you like to see a birching?

If you do, come to my very own vintage creation and witness one, click here, and go to the illustrated index of one of my photo illustrated stories, scroll down to Chapter Eleven…

…where you will find a rather glorious Victorian Birching from start to finish.

Why not stay at my Victorian Bawdy House of Spanking, (for women only), and see more?

Why not take in a Saturday Night Spanking Show at the glorious ‘Inveigle’?

Come on in.

Immerse yourself into the dark streets of Victorian London, where spanking abounds!

Jump into a Hansom Cab, walk into the opulent foyer of ‘The Inveigle’, meet the stars, Charlotte and Samantha! Meet the owner, Abigail, and if you dare, stare into the cruel but seductive eyes of the sadistic Lady Jacqueline.

Follow the adventure of two orphan girls…to the mill…see their escape… Watch as they pose in spanking photographs for Mr.Trentham, see how they learn to be naked, spanking, trapeze artists and the stars of the Inveigle!

Enjoy the Adventure!


Up Skirt Evans – Part Ten

If you read the main story…

You will see the photos are in black and white. Here, I like to put some in colour. So you can see them in their ‘blushing glory’. To see the rest, click here…

Photos from ‘Karen Smith’s Thrashing’, (in no particular order), which is part of the story referred to at the start of this post.



The Spanking Adventures of Up Skirt Evans ~ Part Eleven

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A thrashing for Karen

It had been a quiet week on the disciplinary front at St. Angela’s. There had been no spankings or slipperings, which left Charlotte feeling somewhat deprived of her usual ‘spanking fix’ in assisting in Miss Tanner’s punishment sessions. She looked at the clock, only one hour until school ended for the week. “Oh well,” she thought, “perhaps Miss Tanner will invite me to her house again for coffee tomorrow.” Saturdays had started to become a regular fixture for them both, a time when they could both let their hair down (and remove most of their clothes) to indulge their mutual obsession with everything to do with bottoms and spanking.

The time passed slowly and Charlotte had now just finished all the necessary assignments she had been given by the headmistress, when there was a knock on her door. In walked Karen Smith, looking somewhat shamefaced.

“Hello Karen,” said Charlotte, cheerfully. “I haven’t seen you for a while. I hope you have been behaving yourself?”

“Ummm, well…” Karen stammered, “… not exactly!”

“Really?” said Charlotte, raising one eyebrow in a questioning manner. “What is ‘not exactly’ meant to mean?”

“Errh…well, Miss Flood found me skipping her games lesson. I was hiding in the changing room. I hate games, especially with Miss Flood and I made the mistake of saying so to her face. She told me to report directly to the headmistress.”

“Oh, I see,” said Charlotte feeling somewhat excited at the prospect of seeing Miss Tanner ‘dealing with’ this silly girl yet again. After Karen’s last punishment, the headmistress had threatened her with a severe caning if she committed any more offences. Twelve strokes to be precise! Canings were fairly rare at St. Angela’s but certainly not unheard of. Canings were usually reserved for serious offences, hardly the sort of offences that Karen seemed to commit. However, Karen was certainly a persistent offender and didn’t seem to have been deterred from committing them so far. Already this term she had earned herself a hand spanking and two slipperings. The latter slippering had been particularly severe, as Charlotte knew only too well having been slippered herself in like manner by Miss Tanner!! Miss Tanner had suspected that Karen was one of those girls who secretly loved having their bottom smacked. The girl herself had more or less admitted it on close questioning. That is why Miss Tanner given her such a severe slippering last time.

“Well, Karen, I had better check to see if the headmistress can see you,” Charlotte said. She stood up and knocked on Miss Tanner’s door.

On hearing Miss Tanner shout “Come!”, Charlotte opened the door and entered. “Sorry to bother you Miss Tanner, but I’ve got Karen Smith outside. She said she was sent to see you by Miss Flood. Apparently she skipped the games lesson today and was found hiding in the changing room. She told Miss Flood she hated games lessons with her. Not a very diplomatic thing to say!”

Miss Tanner looked furious and spluttered, “Good God! I’ve punished that girl three times already this term, and yet she’s back for more! What am I to do with this wretched girl?”

“Why don’t you give her a good swishing with one of your canes, headmistress?” suggested Charlotte, rather liking the sound of the term ‘swishing’ in preference to ‘caning’. In her mind it seemed to beautifully convey the essence of a sound caning, just as the term ‘whacking’ conveyed the essence of a sound slippering!

Miss Tanner looked at Charlotte and then nodded. “I think you’re right, Charlotte. I threatened her the last time she was in here with a caning if she reappeared too soon. Well, a caning it will be! Please select a couple of canes from the punishment store and bring them here.”

Charlotte went into the store and chose two canes from the many canes hanging from the wall. One was a long, thin crook-handled cane, a bit like the one she had herself tried on her own bottom and had used to masturbate herself! The other was slightly shorter and thicker. She swished them both through the air a few times. She preferred the thinner one as it seemed so much more whippy and made a much more exciting high pitched ‘swishing’ sound in contrast to the lower pitched ‘whooshing’ sound of the thicker cane. Hopefully one of them would meet Miss Tanner’s approval.

She quickly returned and handed them to Miss Tanner. She took hold of each one in turn, flexing them between her two hands and then executing a few air shots. “Both are good choices, Charlotte. However, I think I’ll use the thinner one. It’ll sting like blazes, but won’t bruise her so much. It should make her think twice about coming back here again! Now please send her in.”

Charlotte opened the door to her office and beckoned Karen in saying, “The headmistress will see you now.”

Karen slowly entered, her hands clasped tightly together and her head bowed, not daring to give Miss Tanner eye contact.

“Look at me girl,” said Miss Tanner. “I’m not going to waste my time giving you a long lecture about your continued inability to behave yourself and obey the rules. The last time you were in here, I threatened you with a caning if you came back and I’m going to do precisely that. I’m going to let the cane do the talking for me! You will receive the maximum dose I am able to award…twelve strokes across your bare bottom my girl. Let’s see if a good thrashing with my cane might finally persuade you to toe the line. Now get over that gym horse over there. Miss Evans, please prepare her!”

“Yes Miss,” said Karen, nervously eyeing the cane in Miss Tanner’s hand. She’d never had the cane before, but she had often fantasised about being caned after hearing stories from other girls who had been ’swished’ by Miss Tanner. Perversely the cane was something she both feared and craved to become more closely acquainted with. Well now was the time!

Whilst Karen’s emotions were running riot, so also were Charlotte’s. However, in Charlotte’s case it was more a matter of extreme excitement. She had never witnessed, let alone assisted in a caning before. She felt as though she had finally reached the pinnacle of her spanking career as the headmistress’s spanking assistant. Ever since she had secretly played with the cane in the storeroom, she had longed to see one in use. From that experiment, she wasn’t sure that she wanted to feel a cane properly applied across her own bottom. It had stung even when fairly gently applied. However, she was certainly feeling very aroused and excited by the thought of watching Miss Tanner apply it to Karen’s bare bottom.

Karen slowly walked up to the horse and bent over the top. Charlotte grabbed her wrists and helped pull her into position, placing her hands firmly on the front legs of the horse. She then stepped round behind Karen and started rolling up her skirt and pulling down her bottle-green school knickers. Just as she was sliding the knickers down, Miss Tanner interrupted the proceedings, saying, “I think, Miss Evans, we’ll have her knickers right off. I want a totally uninterrupted view of her bottom and I may just decide to place a few strokes across her thighs as well,

Charlotte adjusted Karen’s skirt and knickers, noting that this time Karen’s bottom was an unblemished creamy colour, a totally ‘fresh canvas’ for Miss Tanner to use. Karen’s mother had clearly not needed to discipline her daughter recently. Satisfied that all was ready, Charlotte stepped back into the corner, saying,”She’s all yours now, headmistress.”

“Thank you, Miss Evans,” replied Miss Tanner. She walked slowly around Karen, gently swishing the cane as she did so, her high heels making a loud click-clack noise as she did so.

“You’ve never had your bottom caned before, have you, young lady?”

“No, Miss.”

“Well, you’re in for a real treat then aren’t you! If you thought that that last slippering I gave you was painful, think again! The cane is a lot worse. I’m told it really stings and burns like nothing you have ever experienced before! I hope that it will finally cure you of your bad behaviour and your desire to have your bottom smacked!”

They all knew that in reality it would quite likely increase the desire in a girl like Karen.

Karen’s eyes tried to follow Miss Tanner’s movements as she circled slowly around her, mesmerised by the sight of the cane quivering in Miss Tanner’s hand. She started to feel more and more apprehensive. “When is she going to start? The suspense is killing me! Please just get on with it,” she thought, as she lay there, her bottom feeling very vulnerable as a gentle breeze played across her naked cheeks.

Miss Tanner was in no rush to get started. She really wanted to make this caning a very memorable experience for Karen, one which hopefully she would not wish to repeat! She wanted to build up Karen’s level of fearful anticipation, before she started. It was a form of psychological warfare. Some might even call such an approach as being very sadistic. However, Miss Tanner really had had enough of this silly girl’s antics. Spankings and slipperings had clearly not worked, so she had little option but to apply the ultimate, ‘nuclear’ deterrent, namely a severe caning!

In time honoured fashion, beloved of all caning experts, Miss Tanner started to take a few practice shots, swishing the cane loudly through the air…SWISH!…SWISH! Each time Karen’s buttocks clenched involuntarily in response to the noise. In contrast, Charlotte felt a surge of excitement rush through her each time. It was such a thrilling and highly arousing sound!

Finally, the waiting game was over. Miss Tanner stopped pacing around Karen dangling over the horse, and tapped the cane across Karen’s bottom, checking her distance. Charlotte held her breath as she watched Karen’s buttocks flinch, and legs involuntary kick, even at the light initial touch. Tapping it on her buttocks.

Suddenly, Miss Tanner drew the cane back and then brought it whistling down hard, landing with a loud THWACK! right across the centre of Karen’s awaiting bottom. Karen shrieked and kicked out her legs, as a thin white line rapidly blossomed into a tell-tale red tramline across each buttock, a mark unique to the cane. Charlotte starred in total awe. What an absolutely wonderful sight!

After a short pause, Miss Tanner started to tap the cane on the spot she intended to strike, leaving Karen in little doubt as to where the cane would next deliver its excruciating sting. In this instance, the cane tapped on the lower bulge of Karen’s rounded cheeks, just above the junction with her thighs… tap, tap, tap, tap….SWISH! THWACK!

“YEOWWHHHH!” squealed Karen, her bottom rapidly displaying another red tramline.

Charlotte remained rooted to the spot, enthralled by the whole procedure, her arms tightly folded in front of her, as she desperately fought the urge to bring some relief to the growing arousal she felt between her legs.

Tap, tap….SWISH! THWACK! Again Karen shrieked out, her legs kicking wildly as she absorbed the horrible burning sensation.


Miss Tanner always tried to vary the number of taps before delivering a cane stroke so as not to be too predictable. She liked to surprise the ‘victim’ and keep them guessing, adding to the suspense.

Tap…SWISH! THWACK! The next stroke was delivered very quickly, again catching Karen totally unwares. “YEEOWWHHHH!!” she shrieked, both legs kicking up as another burning stripe was laid across her already sizzling rump.

And so the caning slowly progressed, until six neat red stripes adorned Karen’s rear end. Miss Tanner paused at the half-way point of the caning, Karen by now sobbing loudly. Miss Tanner turned to Charlotte, “Miss Evans, would you be so kind as to inspect tNhis young lady’s bottom and check that there are no signs of any broken, damaged skin. I don’t want to cause her any lasting injury.”

“Of course, headmistress,” Charlotte responded. She walked around to Karen’s rear and knelt down. Carefully she gently traced the line of each stripe with her finger, feeling the heat rising from the six raised welts that now adorned Karen’s bottom. As she did so, Karen’s legs parted slightly revealing her neat little pussy which, to Charlotte’s amazement, glistened with the obvious signs of sexual arousal.

“Good grief! The girl is soaking wet! How on earth could such painful treatment generate such a response?” she wondered. “I know I get turned on by having my bottom spanked, but I’m sure that such a severe caning would soon extinguish such a response in me!”

Charlotte wondered whether to say anything to Miss Tanner, but decided not to. If Karen was managing to derive some pleasure from this extremely painful experience, so be it. Let her! She was also enjoying watching the spectacle and had no desire to see it end before it ran its full course.

Charlotte stood up, “Her bottom seems to be holding up well to the caning, headmistress. I can’t see any obvious damage.”

“Excellent! I’ll continue then. Six more strokes to come, young lady. Hold on tight!” said Miss Tanner.

Tap, tap….SWISH! THWACK!

Tap, tap…. tap….SWISH! THWACK!

These last two strokes inevitably led to a renewal of Karen’s loud shrieks of pain, rapidly followed by frantic pleas for mercy. “YEAHHHHH! Oh Miss, Miss, please stop. It hurts so much! Please stop! I promise to behave myself in future.” Sob, sob, sob.

Miss Tanner shook her head, totally unmoved by Karen’s begging. “I promised twelve strokes, Miss Williams, and twelve strokes you will receive! Now settle down and resign yourself to your fate. Four more strokes to come. Hold on tight!”

The cane was placed back across the now well-welted bottom. Both Karen and Charlotte held their breath. This time, four taps were followed by the last four strokes in quick succession, giving Karen absolutely no breathing space between each one. The cane whirred up and down in a blur, making it almost impossible to see…SWISH! THWACK! SWISH! THWACK! SWISH! THWACK! SWISH! THWACK!

These had Karen’s bottom bouncing up and down on the horse, eliciting louder and louder howls as she was pushed to the limits of her endurance. Tears streamed down her face. Charlotte was amazed at the speed of delivery and gasped out loudly, feeling totally ecstatic at the sight of this schoolgirl’s bottom being so soundly thrashed. However, her ecstasy was rapidly replaced by a feeling of regret. How she wished that the caning would continue. She felt that she could watch Miss Tanner cane Karen’s bottom all day! Was she being a sadist ‘by proxy’? Probably, but what the hell! Despite Karen’s loud howls of pain, she also knew that Karen seemed to be deriving enormous pleasure from the experience as well!

Karen was allowed time to recover over the horse, whilst Charlotte filled in the punishment book, before being told to get dressed and leave.

After Karen’s departure, Miss Tanner turned to Charlotte, “Did you enjoy that?”

“Oh yes! It was awesome!” replied Charlotte, her eyes gleaming with undisguised pleasure.

“I thought you might! How would you like to have a taste of the cane yourself?”

Charlotte suddenly felt alarmed. She had enjoyed watching Karen being caned immensely, but it did look extremely painful and had left Karen’s bottom well marked. She was not at all sure that she could cope with such a caning herself, let alone enjoy it.

“Ummm! I’m not sure, Miss Tanner. Caning does look rather severe. I’m not sure I’d be brave enough to try it just yet.”

“No matter, Charlotte. I was only asking, given the alacrity with which you suggested I caned Karen. Perhaps we could try something else on your bottom, something similar but slightly less severe than a cane. Have you ever ridden a horse?”

Charlotte blinked, feeling slightly confused, wondering where this was leading. “Oh yes, Miss Tanner. I used to regularly ride when I was a teenager. I loved it. Unfortunately I haven’t done much riding since then.”

“Oh good! Well, perhaps you might like to have a refresher riding lesson after school today. I’m told that many girls who like sitting on a saddle astride a horse, also enjoy having their bottoms thrashed with a riding crop!”

“Really?! I’ve never heard that said before, but I suppose I could give it a try.” Charlotte responded. She wasn’t at all sure that she really wanted to ‘give it a try’, but Miss Tanner’s suggestion did nevertheless sound rather exciting the more she thought about it.

“That’s good! Well you had better get back to your work now and report to my study at 5.00 pm when everyone has left …naked!” said Miss Tanner, dismissing Charlotte.

Meanwhile, Karen had made her way slowly down the corridor towards the girl’s changing rooms, rubbing her bottom with both hands as she went. She desperately needed to relieve the intense burning and throbbing sensations in her bum. On entering the changing room, she quickly peeled down her knickers and, using some wetted paper towels, she gently dabbed the afflicted area in an attempt to calm things down. She then walked over to a mirror and tried to look over her shoulder at her bottom. She was enthralled by the twelve parallel red stripes that adorned her cheeks. She gently felt each one, each still a slightly raised welt. As the throbbing sensations gradually subsided, a glorious warmth started to spread towards her loins. She smiled to herself and thought, “Finally a long-held fantasy had come true! I’ve actually been caned and survived the experience! It hurt a lot whilst I was being caned, but it was also extremely ‘stimulating’, especially those last four strokes!” It was all too much. She couldn’t resist inserting her fingers into her now very moist slit and started to frig herself vigorously. As she did so, she kept glancing over her shoulder relishing the sight of her striped bottom whilst replaying in her head the noise of the cane swishing down across it… SWISH! THWACK! SWISH! THWACK! SWISH! THWACK!

It didn’t take long before she let out a loud scream of ecstatic pleasure as she experienced a mind-blowing orgasm. Now feeling satisfied, at least for the moment, she carefully pulled her knickers up over her ravished rear and smoothed down her skirt. She then made her way slowly home in a happy daze, trying to work out how she might manage to engineer another caning from Miss Tanner, although not too soon. Her bottom needed time to recover!

The Morning After

Your eyes move slightly, and you force one open. “Bloody hell! What? Where?” Then….wham! The headache hits. The mouth, feeling like the bottom of a bird cage, sends something horrible to your tastebuds. You feel your tummy lurch. In your minds eye you can see witches, demons, and other fantastic beasts of Grimm’s tales. You can remember music, merriment, dancing and… Spanking! Spanking a fabulous bottom. Her face drifts into your memory.

It was Halloween last night, you went out, you met a girl, she seemed to have liked everything that you did in your fantasies, especially having her bottom smacked.

“Where the hell am I? What happened to her? Did I get her number?”

Then a silky sexy voice stirs you. “Awake then?”

You jump, but not far, you are restrained….”Bloody hell, I am fucking naked! And I am in chains!” Your mind is saying that to you, I suppose it is sort of saying, ‘Wake up bozo, you are in a bit of a predicament!’….then aloud, you say “Where? What?”

“Shhhh.” Says the sexy voice.

Slowly, one after the other, your eyes sort of focus. It’s her.

She looks pale, the room looks similar to what the world does in a solar eclipse….as if you are looking through a filter. It is deathly quiet.

“Hello….errrm….ahhh….hello Charlotte. You still have your costume on! Why am I….”

“This isn’t my costume, this is my style, I am always dressed something like this. You are chained, because you gave yourself to me last night. Can’t you remember?” She replied.

“I know I gave you a damn good…”

“Shhhh! Don’t be rude, or you will have to go. You would not like to go.” She says commandingly, and quietly.

“What time is it? Actually I would like to go home, I need to change and…”

“Shhhh, you won’t be going home. I just told you, you gave yourself to me last night. I wasn’t talking about going home.”

“Where then?” You demand.

“The pit.” She replies calmly, and matter of factly.

“What soddin’ pit?”

“Be quiet….boy.” Her strict voice splits the air..

Her teeth grow before your eyes, and she hisses like a snake.

“You are a…”

“Quiet, everyone’s says the same after seeing my teeth, after all this time it bores me.” She says liquidity.

Like a snake, as if her bones are soft, she slithers towards you.

Half afraid, half mesmerised by her lithe beauty, you watch.

Your manhood sways invitingly as she takes it in her mouth, it is only a minute before you cum on her tongue, she swallows, and then seductively, sexily….she bites!

You awake, where are you? You remember the girl, last night…fuck! You remember a few hours ago! You cock has two holes in it, it is bleeding, you feel weak.

You awake, where are you?….

“That was naughty of me wasn’t it? Your spunk and blood mixed together make quite a cocktail. I ought to be spanked, would you like to spank me?” Says a slithering sort of voice.

She is knelt with her back to you…

She stands and bends over.

You make a move towards her, but the pain from the shiny metal cock ring as you swell is excruciating, you bleed freely, everything goes black.

“Where am I?” You ask as you awake, the room is brighter, candle light flickers, your eyes focus on them, they are in glass holders, each one with a letter, you read them.

“If you want to spank my bottom, follow me, through the mirror.” Says the vampire.

You realise you are no longer tethered. Your manhood is healed. You follow her, crawling…helpless.

As you pass through the mirror, you feel cold, then everything once again goes inky black.

“Where am I?” You ask.

You hear laughter, men’s laughter.

The man nearest to you, fastened to the wall in chains, dripping blood from his backside and limp manhood answers. “Oh, some say heaven, some say hell mate. But you are at the point of no return.”

Everything goes black.

You awake…”Where am I?”

Your eyes focus on her again…

“Do you want fucking up the arse, or do you want to suck my cock until I cum?”

You look around…you are dizzy, you can see shapes hung from the wall, you realise that the only realistic choice you have, is which way to turn. You decide to kneel, and open your mouth.

She grips your head, and fucks your mouth hard, as she comes she removes it, and shoots all over your face.

Gasping…you wipe it with the back of your hand…it is disgusting, it is old black blood.

She chuckles…”It’s yours! I have had my nourishment, you can have it back.”

Nonchalantly she walks away, down a cobbled pathway, between two lines of men…hanging in chains, begging to be used. You look to your left, the corridor goes on and on, empty chains hang there. You look up, above you, there is a date..2021. You look across at a smiling man, he is 2020.

Going out this Halloween?

Be careful, won’t you….they are out there, lurking.