This will not be the front cover, it’s just for you to get a feel for it. Yesterday as you know, I shot for the first time at my new studio. It was a success, I am pleased. I went with no plan in mind, I just wanted to try out angles, depth, light etc. I looked at the room for five minutes as Charlotte and Samantha chatted. We were happy, after looking in various corners, the dressing room, toilets, kitchen etc. I set up a scene, and let inspiration do its thing.

I saw a Victorian Lady, I saw a special room in a house. Town House, Country Estate? Hmmm, not sure yet. But Lady Charlotte walked into my mind, so too did her maid…Samantha.

So at this point, I had no story. You are with me on my journey, my editor, Robin is used to getting a finished story and doing his magic on it with Robyn, my researcher who looks for background etc to make it accurate.

A new experience for us, at this point you know as much as me. My method, as you know is to take photos, and let inspiration come from them. The room looked only slightly menacing. Most of my girls in my stories end up loving a spanking, this will be the same I think. Here is the room, in silence, before the characters walked into my mind…

Can you see what I mean? It is a place of pain, but not that scary. Canes and whips lay here and there in the dark. Let’s bring it to life. Enter the Mistress.

Lady Charlotte. Oh, I see the dreaded ‘Dragon Tail Tawse’ has appeared on the horse. She knows a thing or two. She walks around, what is going through her mind? Ah…I know. She is planning her entertainment, she is deciding what to do on someone’s bottom. She paces around, talking softly to herself.

You are in my mind now. Thinking with me. We need a maid, someone to punish. Samantha has been naughty, so naughty that her punishment needed to be planned. She knocks on the door. “Enter!”

She closes the door behind her, breathing nervously.

“Go to your place.” Instructs Lady Charlotte.

The clock ticks, the two women breathe. “Come.” Says Lady Charlotte as she beckons her pray with her finger.

Samantha’s mouth is dry, she gulps what little spittle she has, and moves to her Mistress.

The girl looks hopefully to her Mistress, who does not dain to look back. She stands before her.

Like a school teacher, at a podium or high desk, Lady Charlotterests against the horse.

“Here again. Oh Samantha, you have been a very….

…very bad girl. Haven’t you? Kneel before me, tell me what you have been.”

Lady Charlotte stand behind the horse, looking down at her maid…”Well?”

“I have been a very bad girl Lady Charlotte.”

To be continued

Asa