This is another visit to the Inveigle, tonight you are settling down for a show. Gentleman Jack as depicted on our T.V’s these days, was as famous then, as she is now. To find out all about the beautiful Inveigle, click here

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For those of you not familiar with the popular T.V.Show, here is a short biopic…

The character of our young Inveigle actress, Kate, featured here was loosely based on a real person called Anne Lister. She was from a minor landowning family at Shibden in Calderdale, West Riding of Yorkshire. She was born in 1791 and died at the age of 49 in 1840. She was a diarist, famous for revelations for which she was dubbed “the first modern lesbian”. Anne had numerous lesbian affairs from her schooldays onwards. She was nicknamed ‘Gentleman Jack’ by her neighbours, who ridiculed her appearance and sexual preferences – with the ‘Gentleman’ referring to her masculine appearance and way of dressing, and ‘Jack’ being another word for ‘lesbian’ in that era. There is no evidence that she was into spanking, unlike many of aristocratic gentlemen of the era, but there’s no harm in fantasising that she might have been!

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Abigail always loved to surprise and shock her audience, constantly devising fresh content with her girls for the shows. Tonight, she is featuring a new solo act by Kate, one of her star performers. She is to be ‘Gentleman Jack’ and has the task of ‘warming up’ the audience before the principal acts to follow.

Here are some photos of Kate in her dressing room just before her first appearance in her new solo act on the Inveigle stage as as ‘Gentleman Jack’

All was ready and the lights dimmed. The audience ‘buzz’ quickly subsided and Eleanor, Mistress of Ceremonies, stepped onto the stage.

“Good evening, Ladies. Welcome to another Inveigle show. Tonight I wish to introduce you to a new performer, who goes by the name of ‘Gentleman Jack’!”

This was met by titters of excitement and applause. Many in the audience had heard scandalous stories about the real ‘Gentleman Jack’ and were very curious as to how the Inveigle would portray this character.

Eleanor held up her hand for silence and, as the spotlights dimmed to half-light, she started to recite a little verse, entitled ‘Beware of Gentleman Jack!’…

Beware of a visit to Gentleman Jack,
She certainly knows how to make a crop crack!
As hard as you try,
She’ll not stop ’til you cry!
So beware of a visit to Gentleman Jack!
She always delivers a hell of a smack,
With a swish, a thwack, and a mighty good whack!
She whistles her crop….Never listens to ‘stop!’
So beware of a visit to Gentleman Jack!

So listen, young ladies who think they might dare
To part your drawers, your bottom to bare,
You’ll get a sound whipping
That’ll get your cunt dripping!
And a roasting red rump you’ll get
That you’ll never forget!
So don’t heed that warning,
Just go ..this next morning!
Get yourself seen too by Gentleman Jack!

Believe it my dear, it’s perfectly clear
Once tried…you’ll want to go back!

So always do dare,
With never a care.
Get yourself thrashed by Gentleman Jack!
As the audience enthusiastically clapped their appreciation, Eleanor stepped off stage and the curtains suddenly parted to reveal the lone figure of Kate spotlighted first in a blue light…

The light faded, the stage went dark, the audience murmured, and the light turned to a seductive red.

The gentle music started, and slowly once more the lights faded, this time in total silence, and then a rousing cheer, as she stood in the spot lights. Staring down to the centre of the front row.

She was strikingly dressed, although, in this instance, ‘dressed’ might not have been the most appropriate word to use. In essence, she actually wore very little! She wore a very closely fitting white chemise, through which her ample breasts and nipples were clearly visible. On her lower body she wore semi-transparent white silk bloomers, gathered with pink ribbons just below the knee. She wore a pair of gentleman’s white evening dress gloves and held a silver riding crop. The final touch to her apparel was a black top hat, worn at a jaunty angle on her head…

“Good evening, ladies. My name is Jack…. Gentleman Jack!” she said, slowly raising her gaze to look directly at the audience. “My, my! What an absolutely lovely group of gorgeous looking ladies there are here tonight! Welcome! Not a man in sight, just as it should be!” This last comment was met with loud cheers.

She then slowly looked around, her eyes half closing, taking on a smouldering, lustful look. Suddenly she fixed her stare on a rather attractive young lady sitting near the front. “I love all you ladies, but I particularly like the pretty young ones …so sweet…so succulent!” she said, licking her lips as the young lady started to blush. This brought forth a few choice comments and laughs from the audience.

Kate continued, “Do you know what I like to do with the younger ones before I bed them?” she paused, waiting to see if anyone was bold enough to suggest an answer, but none came.

“No? Well, I’ll tell you then in a moment. After I’ve finished telling you, one or two of you brave ladies might just be tempted to pay me a visit after the show in my private boudoir. The more the merrier!”

Kate suddenly bent the flexible riding crop she was holding in a tight semi-circle between her hands, her face taking on a fearsome stern look.

“I’ll tell you what I do with young ladies who dare to visit my boudoir,” she paused, teasing the audience as they eagerly waited for her to continue. “I like to start by taking them across my knee… and SPANKING their bottoms…their BARE BOTTOMS! Young ladies have such lovely bottoms…soft, round juicy mounds, just begging and ripe for brisk spanking, don’t you think?”

“Oh yes!” shouted out an enthusiastic voice. Everyone looked round, trying to spot the owner of the voice.

Again, Kate paused, licking her lips in a most lascivious manner. “I never rush this stage of my ‘courting’ routine. Oh no! A young lady mustn’t be frightened off too soon. She needs to be gently wooed, not beaten into submission! I start off slowly, letting my hands caress their soft cheeks, stroking…teasing them!”

“ooooooOOOOOOOOH” went the audience.

“Only once they have fully relaxed, do I start to spank them. I begin with barely more than gentle little taps, just hard enough to sting and make their cheeks wobble, infusing them with a delicate pink glow. As I continue spanking them in this manner, I wait to observe the ‘signs’….the signs that they are ready for more robust treatment! …”

Kate paused for effect, giving the audience an opportunity to try to guess what the ‘signs’ might be!

“mmmmmmmMMMMMMM!” Went the audience.

“… They start to emit lovely little yelps and occasionally moans of pleasure….their thighs may part slightly, revealing their glistening slits….they start to push their blushing cheeks up to meet my hand, willing me to spank them harder. That is the time I throw caution aside and give them what they are craving…………. a damn good WALLOPING!”

“Hooray!” Cheered the audience!

“I get them to change position, to lie astride my left thigh so that they can ‘ride’ it if they so choose! Ultimately pleasure and not pain is the name of my game! With my left arm around their waist, I start to smack them as hard as I can! I soon turn their lovely young globes bright red as I make their buttocks jiggle and bounce. I love to see them wriggle and squirm across my lap, but I hold on tight! Every once in a while, my hand delves between their legs and I tickle their fancy! I spank them hard, ignoring their yelps and pleas for mercy! I don’t stop until they have ‘died and gone to heaven’!”

“Hallelujah!” Shouted the same woman as before. Again people turned to follow the voice to whence it came.

Kate knew exactly how to excite her audience’s minds with her well-chosen words and phrases. You could almost hear a pin drop, such was the hold of Kate’s vivid description on the audience’s naughty, fevered maginations! Careful examination of the audience would have revealed one or two ladies, surreptitiously reaching a hand under their skirts or even under their partner’s skirts, a look of sheer bliss and pleasure across their faces!

As Kate finished her description, the audience were in raptures, whistling, clapping and cheering their feet. They had seen absolutely nothing, but Kate’s graphic description had nevertheless excited and aroused them!
The stage spotlights dimmed again, followed by a short pause before rising slowly again (passing through the blue and red filters) displaying Kate now half-naked, her drawers having been quickly discarded. She held her riding crop between her leg, slowly rubbing it up and down against her pussy through her dark little bush of hair…

“Thank you ladies, thank you! I haven’t quite finished,” she said. “Of course, for many young ladies, a hand spanking doesn’t fully satisfy their needs. Some require a good thrashing with my riding crop as well! They beg me to lay it on hard across their already sore red bottoms. I wind them up by saying no, until I finally relent under their loud protestations. For those who like to be really submissive, I am happy to strap them down across my spanking horse and thrash their arses black and blue!” So saying, Kate turned her back to the audience and gave her own lovely bottom several loud whacks with her crop…”Then, when I think my ‘mare’s’ rump has been sufficiently punished, I put on my strap-on and stick it up whichever hole she prefers…both if so desired! I’m not fussy, so long as she enjoys it!”

The audience went wild, loudly cheering and stamping their feet, as Kate picked up her drawers and so slowly pulled them back up…

Kate then turned and addressed the audience for the final time before exiting the stage, “So there you have it ladies. Now you know. If any of you are brave enough to have a brisk session with me, just let me know! I’m always very happy to ‘oblige’ a lady with a pretty bottom! Anyway, thank you again and enjoy the rest of the show!”

Needless to say, there were a number of young ladies who looked distinctly tempted to pay Gentleman Jack a visit. She wouldn’t be short of custom after her graphic exposition of what she could offer them!

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The other day, I posted a photo set of this, You can now see what happens to the photos….I love it…an idea…a choice of outfit… A scene is set up….we shoot …then they story!