The Inveigle is probably my largest story, along with Saint Helena High School for Wayward Girls. It is set in a Victorian Spanking Bawdy House.
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32-year-old Lady Ellen Edenborough, was one of the Inveigle’s more regular users of the private services it provided. In the provision of such services, the Inveigle had a good reputation for protecting the privacy of its clients, so that ladies were able to indulge their particular needs without running the risk of public exposure and censure. In Lady Ellen’s case, she came to the Inveigle to find release for her submissive nature. She needed to be dominated and spanked by another woman.
Her submissive nature had become apparent when she was a young girl in her early teens. She and her two older sisters had never gone to school, but had been educated at home by a governess, a young lady in her early twenties, called Miss Braithwaite. Miss Braithwaite had had a very strong influence on Ellen and her sisters, guiding them every step of the way through their sometimes turbulent and difficult adolescent years. Although she was kind and loving towards her charges, she had been given permission by Ellen’s parents to keep them all in order using the most traditional of disciplinary methods. If Ellen and her sisters misbehaved or failed to perform their tasks properly, they soon found themselves across Miss Braithwaite’s knee having their bottoms bared for a sound spanking with her hand or the back of a wooden hairbrush. As they grew older, they found themselves subject to the cane and sometimes even to the birch. Such punishments were always delivered in front of each other as a warning to them all! Whilst her two sisters hated such treatment, Ellen developed a perverse liking for it. It excited her in a way that she couldn’t quite comprehend and often deliberately misbehaved to warrant punishment. As a result, she spent much more time over Miss Braithwaite’s knee receiving a sore bottom than her two sisters. Despite this sometimes harsh treatment, Ellen developed a real crush on her governess. It was under these circumstances that Ellen’s submissive and somewhat masochistic nature developed.
After leaving home on her marriage to Sir Edward Edenborough, she lost contact with Miss Braithwaite and her perverse taste for punishment faded or at least went into ‘hibernation’. Sir Edward was a gentle man, and never laid a finger on her. He treated his wife with total respect. She was happy in her marriage and performed her duties as lady of the house effectively and efficiently. However, she often felt that there was something missing from her life which often made her feel restless and tense, and not quite fulfilled.
However, one day, purely by chance, at one of those endless rounds of tea parties attended by ladies of her station, she overheard one of the younger ladies talking about a recent visit she had made to a theatre, called ‘The Inveigle’. Initially she had paid little attention to the conversation until she suddenly heard excited whispered references to young ladies spanking and even caning each other on the stage. Immediately her ears pricked up, but she was unable to hear much more, such was the noisy chattering from all the assembled ladies in the room. However, her interest had been aroused and she felt a pressing need to find out more about this mysterious theatre.
When the young lady in question left the party, Ellen quickly addressed her thanks to the hostess and followed her out. As they stepped out of the door into the street together, Ellen introduced herself, “Hello, my name is Lady Ellen Edenborough.”
“Please to meet you, your ladyship,” replied the young lady. “My name is Mary, Mary Smith. Did you enjoy the tea party?”
Ellen gave a little laugh, “It was pleasant enough, but not exactly what I would call scintillating! However, I couldn’t but help overhearing your conversation about your recent visit to the Inveigle. I’m sorry if I appear rather nosy, but I was hoping that you might be able to tell me more about the theatre.”
Mary blushed, “Oh dear! I must try to speak more quietly. No one was meant to hear apart from the lady I was conversing with.”
“I’m so sorry to have eavesdropped on your conversation, but what little I heard sounded most interesting! I hope you will forgive me?”
Mary stared at Ellen, trying to assess her and then came to a decision. “Apologies accepted, your ladyship. Perhaps we could go into the park over there,” she said, gesturing with her parasol. “We could find a private corner somewhere to sit and talk. I’ll tell you all about the Inveigle, providing that what I say is just between ourselves, your ladyship.”
“That would be lovely!” smiled Ellen, “I promise not to divulge anything about it to anyone else, but please just call me Ellen. There’s no need to keep calling me ‘your ladyship’!”
And so the young couple sat down on a secluded bench in the park and Mary spent the next thirty minutes telling Ellen all about the Inveigle. Ellen was astonished by what she heard, but also became increasingly excited and, dare I say, aroused! Mary described the wonderful stage performances involving public displays of girls either being spanked or spanking other girls. She also described her visits to the ‘spanking booths’. It all sounded surreal to Ellen. Finally, she related something of her own experiences using the private services offered to ladies for a fee. It transpired that Mary regularly visited the Inveigle to satisfy her need to spank other women, especially some of the younger Inveigle girls who willingly submitted their bottoms for ‘treatment’. She did, however, also mention there were a number of excellent dominant ladies, who were very happy to spank any ladies who preferred such treatment and were unable to meet such a need in their home lives. It all sounded wonderful to Ellen. She just had to experience it for herself. Her perverse desires had finally been re-awakened from their deep slumber!
The following weekend, as her husband was away on business, Lady Ellen plucked up courage to attend a Saturday night show at the Inveigle, telling her housekeeper that she was going to the theatre with a friend. She didn’t mention the name of the theatre or say anything about the show she would be seeing. She had arranged to attend the show with Mary Smith.
She was thrilled by the whole performance, especially Charlotte and Samantha’s ‘special act’. After the show Mary introduced her to Miss Abigail Hayes. Abigail immediately put her at ease and gradually managed to get Ellen to reveal her needs – in short, she wanted to have her bottom spanked and thrashed, just as she had experienced in her youth from her governess, Miss Braithwaite. She yearned to be dominated by another woman again and have her bottom soundly dealt with. She expressed a preference for Samantha. Finally, after more discussion, a day and time were agreed, booked and paid for. Ellen was asked to attend the Inveigle at 7.00 pm. on the following Wednesday. She would be met at the entrance by Samantha’s personal maid, who would prepare her for her visit to Samantha’s room, which Abigail referred to as the ‘Purple Boudoir’.
On arriving at the Inveigle on the Wednesday evening, Lady Ellen was met by Samantha’s young maid. She was dressed in a maid’s traditional outfit, except that the dress was so short it barely covered her bottom. As the girl turned and invited her to follow her up some stairs, Ellen was surprised to notice that the girl wasn’t wearing any underclothes. Her naked little bottom was clearly visible and looked as though it had been recently spanked! The maid conducted her up to a small room where she was instructed to strip naked. Ellen initially felt rather reluctant to do so, but eventually complied. After all, this is what she has asked for. She had requested that she was to be humiliated and treated like a disobedient slave in a harem, a fantasy she had once held when she was younger! The girl helped her undress and then placed a silver collar around her neck, to which was attached a long red leash.”
After carefully folding Ellen’s clothes and placing them on a nearby chair, the young maid gave her some instruction, “There you are, your ladyship. You’re now ready to meet Mistress Samantha. From this point onwards, you are nothing but her slave. You are no longer ‘Lady Edenborough’, you’re just plain ‘Ellen’! You will do exactly as she tells you. Don’t look her directly in the eyes or say anything unless she gives you permission to do so. Be very respectful, otherwise you’ll find your bottom will suffer …painfully! I have been on the receiving end of her wrath several times, so be warned. She has a very hard hand!”
Ellen shivered, now feeling very apprehensive at the prospect of her first meeting with Mistress Samantha, although she couldn’t help noticing a growing feeling of wetness between her legs.
The maid continued, “Now, your ladyship. Wait here until you hear a bell ring. When it rings three times, go up the stairs over there and knock on the door at the top. Then kneel down with your back to the door and await the Mistress’ instructions.” The maid then departed, saying with a little chuckle, “Enjoy yourself, your ladyship! I’ll be here when you return to help you get dressed and, if you wish, to apply some soothing ointments to your bottom.”
Ellen sat down there anxiously waiting for the bell to ring.
Suddenly she heard a woman’s voice shouting at someone up the staircase. The shouts were followed by loud smacking sounds and squeals. Then a door opened and a different young maid rushed down the stairs and past Ellen without looking at her. She was sobbing loudly, clutching a very red looking bottom under her short skirts.
All then returned to silence again. A clock ticked loudly somewhere down the corridor. Ellen fiddled nervously with the red leash she held between her fingers, and tried to calm herself by taking deep breaths and releasing them slowly. She waited and waited…
Ting! Ting! Ting!
A bell suddenly rang noisily and Ellen jumped with surprise. Finally her wait was over. “Go for it, girl. Be brave!” she told herself, as she slowly mounted the stairs towards a large oak door at the top. She knocked and then knelt down as instructed, with her back to the door and waited. She could hear someone slowly walking over towards the door, shoes click-clacking on wooden floor boards.
Ellen shivered again in fear as well as excitement. This was it! Too late to back out now!
The door opened and a warm light bathed the landing on which Ellen was kneeling. She stared straight ahead, not daring to look around. She could, however, smell a lovely perfume drifting around her. An elegant hand reached down and took the red leash from her own and tugged gently, saying in a menacing voice, “Turn round, young lady. Let me have a look at you.”
“Mmmh! A very tasty morsel!” Mistress Samantha said, in a soft, seductive voice as she observed Ellen’s lovely full curvaceous body. She then placed a finger under Ellen’s chin, saying, “Raise your face and look at me.”
Ellen slowly raised her head, her eyes travelling up her Mistress’ body. She was wearing long white cotton bloomers, edged with pink ribbons, and a tightly laced patterned corset. In her hand she held a very intimidating, long, flexible cane….
Ellen finally reached her Mistress’ face. Her expression was stern as she fixed Ellen in her gaze. Her blonde hair was loose, cascading down over her shoulders. Ellen gazed back at her, feeling a heady mixture of fear and excitement….
“We have some business to attend to, don’t we, young lady?” she said, in a soft but menacing voice.
Ellen wasn’t sure if she should say anything and remained silent.
“Answer me, young lady!”
“Oh sorry, Mistress. Yes, I suppose we have business to attend to,” Ellen blurted out, not sure quite how to respond to the question.
Samantha paced slowly up and down, flexing her cane between her hands and occasionally swishing it noisily through the air.
“Oh that sound, that lovely swishing sound! I remember how it used to thrill me years ago just before Miss Braithwaite was about to cane me!” Ellen thought.
Samantha suddenly stopped pacing around her room and fixed Ellen with an angry stare….
“I gather that you have been a very naughty young lady and need to be soundly punished for your misdeeds. Am I right?”
“Yes, Mistress. I have been a very naughty young lady.”
“In that case, you had better follow me into my room, so I can deal with you.” So saying, Samantha walked towards the bed and sat down, still with the long red leash in her hands. She gave the leash another little tug, “Crawl to me over here, and beg me to punish you, you wicked naughty girl.”
Ellen started to crawl slowly towards her Mistress, her hips and bottom rolling and swaying seductively from side to side like a cat. Samantha reeled her in, hand over hand, until Ellen knelt close to the foot of the bed covered with a purple-coloured cover. She rested her elbows resting on a low padded chest and continued to stare totally mesmerised into her Mistress’ eyes.
Mistress Samantha dropped the leash, slid off the bed and stood up. She picked up her cane and moved around to a position on Ellen’s left side. She tapped Ellen’s bottom with the cane, admiring its soft pliant rotundity.
“I gather, young lady, that you enjoy having your bottom soundly spanked and thrashed. Is this true?”
Feeling slightly embarrassed by the directness of the question, all Ellen could say was, “Yes, Mistress.”
“Hmmmm! It’s certainly a rather lovely bottom to spank. I shall enjoy wadming and reddening it for you presently. When was the last time you were spanked?”
“Oh, Mistress, not for a very long time. Not since I was 18 years of age.”
“Who spanked you, might I enquire? Your mother or perhaps your father?”
“No, Mistress. It was my governess, Miss Braithwaite. She was very strict, but I grew to love her almost more than my mother.”
“I see,” said Samantha, as she continued to tap Ellen’s buttocks with her cane making them wobble delightfully. “How did she normally punish you?”
“When I was young, she used to put me across her knee and spank me with her hand or her hairbrush, but as I got older she sometimes employed a cane and even a birch rod when she thought I had been exceptionally naughty.”
“Did she bare your bottom for these punishments?”
“Oh yes! She never spanked me over my drawers. She said it wasn’t a proper spanking if it wasn’t across my naked posterior.”
“Well, young lady, I had better reacquaint your bottom with a spanking then. I will spank your bottom with my hand first to warm it up and then I will thrash you with this cane. I hope that it makes up for all those years you haven’t been spanked and punished for all your misdeeds! Now, stand up and bend over with your hands on the chest in front of you….That’s right, stick your bottom out nicely and ask me to spank you politely.”
Ellen stood up and positioned herself as commanded, now feeling very excited by all this talk of spanking, not to mention the constant tapping of Samantha’s cane on her rump throughout her ‘interrogation’! She felt so aroused and so happy again to be bent over with her bare bottom about to receive its first spanking in years. The feeling was so comforting, so terrifyingly exciting and arousing!
“Please Miss Braithwaite, please spank my bare bottom as hard as you wish. Make me cry out and beg for your forgiveness. I have been a very naughty, naughty little girl!”
Samantha chuckled to herself, noting Ellen’s sudden regression to being a little girl and calling her ‘Miss Braithwaite’! She also found it rather amusing that she, a mere orphan of unknown progeny, was about to spank and thrash a titled lady! This was going to be fun! The fact that this particular lady also was rather attractive and had such a beautifully soft round rump, added enormously to her pleasure.
“Right you naughty little girl, I’m going to smack your bottom hard, so brace yourself!” said Samantha, adopting a stern tone.
SMACK! SMACK! SMACK!
Ellen squealed but maintained her position. “Please Miss, please spank me harder! Make me cry! I have been such a naughty little girl.”
SMACK! SMACK! SMACK!
“Yeeeowhhh! Oh, yes! That feels SO good! Please don’t stop, Miss.” Ellen yelled.
Samantha wasted no time and really started to lay on each smack with a will. If this woman wanted real pain, then who was she to argue?
SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK!
Ellen’s buttocks became very animated, wriggling and writhing in a most provocative manner, thrusting up to meet Samantha’s punishing hand. She shrieked and howled out loudly almost as though she was being murdered! Tears were pouring down her face. Yet her loud shrieks and howls were of pleasure, not of pain, whilst her tears were tears of joy, not of anguish! Years of frustration started to fall away. She now realised that this is what she had been missing for the whole of her adult life. Finally she was starting to feel ‘complete’ again, temporarily abdicating all responsibility to this beautiful, magnificent woman to do what she wished with her. She was walloping her bottom so expertly, she hoped that she’d never stop!
However, Samantha decided that she had warmed Ellen’s bottom quite sufficiently and was itching to use her cane to take this woman to a new level! She paused and caressed Ellen’s well-heated and now very red bottom. Her hand brushed between her legs, noting how wet Ellen had now become.
“Now for your caning, young lady. I’m not going to specify how many strokes I’m going to give you. I shall thrash you until I’m satisfied you’ve had enough. You can scream and beg all you like, but it’ll make no difference! The room is totally soundproof, so no one will hear you!”
“Thank you Mistress. Thrash me as hard as you can. Whatever I say, please ignore my cries. Show me no mercy. I really need this thrashing to make up for all that I have missed over the last 14 years! The pain will purge me of all my built-up tensions.” Ellen replied in a breathless voice.
Samantha had never come across anyone quite like this before. This woman was clearly an out-an-out pain slut. She was a total masochist who clearly could take and craved the hardest spankings and canings that she could deliver. Providing that she didn’t permanently injure the woman, then she was prepared to take her to and even beyond her limits if necessary!
She picked up her cane and started to thrash it down with as much force as she felt safe….SWISHHH! THWACKKKK! …SWISHHH! THWACKKKK! …SWISHHH! THWACKKKK!
The first few strokes had Ellen dancing on the spot. Her buttocks quivered and wriggled, absorbing each burning stripe, but she made no attempt to rise. She howled in pain and her tears started to flow again, but she stubbornly refused to beg Samantha to stop. This was going to be an epic caning!
Samantha paused and then delivered a series of six strokes in quick succession, but Ellen continued to remain in position clearly expecting more. She delivered another six strokes in a slower more measured fashion, the cane leaving bright red welts across Ellen’s quivering buttocks.
At this stage, Ellen started to beg, “Oh Mistress, please….please….stop! Please forgive me. I’ll never ever misbehave again…
Despite the now well-welted state of Ellen’s bottom and her increasingly frantic cries, Samantha hardened her heart and continued to lash in stroke after stroke.
THWACK! THWACK! THWACK! THWACKKKK!
Finally, Samantha stopped, concerned that any further cane strokes would break the skin on this lovely bottom. She was not prepared to leave it an ugly, bloody mess which might lead to permanent scars. She had her limits!
“That’s enough young lady. Now kneel down on the floor.” Samantha ordered.
“Yes, Mistress.”
Ellen knelt down and Samantha stood astride her facing Sllen’s bottom. She drew the cane up between Ellen’s cheeks, brushing past her anus and then progressing towards her very wet pussy. She let the cane gently stroke it.
“So, young lady, did that provide you with what you were so desperately seeking?”
“Oh Yes, Mistress! (sob, sob, sob). Thank you, thank you Mistress! (sob, sob, sob). It was exactly…(sob, sob, sob)…what I needed! Thank you.” (sob, sob, sob)
Gradually as Ellen’s tears stopped flowing and her sobbing quietened, Samantha felt an overwhelming urge to provide this young woman with a different form of release. She stepped away from Ellen’s kneeling form and quickly stripped naked. She was no longer a stern, cane-wielding mistress, but a kind, caring woman who wanted to provide more gentle solace. She embraced Ellen and kissed her on the lips, drawing her slowly back towards the bed.
“Come, my dear. Let me provide you with a different form of pleasure!”
The pair started to climb up onto the bed, kissing each other passionately on route….
They then sat down and started to explore each other with gentle caresses…
And then disappeared from sight into the dark recesses of the curtained four-poster bed away from our prying eyes!
They then spent the rest of the evening pleasuring each other until they could take no more! They were both totally satiated and very, very happy. It had been a most memorable session, one that both Ellen and Samantha wished to repeat again and again! And so Lady Ellen became a regular visitor to the inveigle. The pair of ladies were well-matched. Ellen had found her replacement governess figure and Samantha had another lovely client with a bottom to thrash and die for!