The Inveigle – Chapter Two – The Interval

As I write other chapters, be aware I have to come back and alter things, this is not the final draft…you are watching a novel develop… and don’t forget the quality isn’t top notch…yet. But it will be, when finished! I hope…lol


The intervals during an Inveigle show are grand affairs. A chance to visit the beautiful exotically tiled bathrooms, the bars, private rooms, and a walk down the lanes. It is during a visit here that the size of this place reveals itself. It is huge, lots of small back to back, London Town Houses had been purchased over the years, and made into a complicated rabbit warren of a complex.The lanes are like a small indoor town, with rooms to rent, private rooms to use, which can be booked by the hour, courtyard bars, and most famously, the spanking booths. Most of the booths are three sided, with the front open to the lanes where crowds gather to watch. Perfect for humiliation.

A Spanking Booth in the Lanes – by Asa Jones

Our two liberal minded girls who went to the theatre together, decide to walk the lanes and visit the booths. They always love to watch each other enjoy themselves, and took it in turns to visit a booth. Melanie sat on an opulent studded leather chair to watch her friend, who went into a booth. Emma was going to entertain her friend

Note to self…..DON’T FORGET TO INSERT THE PHOTO OF THE CHAIR! (Just got to remember where I saved the damn thing!)

Emma had just been entrusted with the discipline of the maids at her fathers house. In her mind he had been far too lenient with the pretty girls, and they could twist him around their little finger.

Only a week earlier, Emma and her Papa had returned early to find their two maids asleep, and very little work done. She had pointed out to her dear Papa that he was too soft with them. He knew very well that she was right, and agreed that from that day on, they were in her charge as regards to duties and discipline.

They had both received their first spankings there and then! Her Papa had sat on a chair opposite her, and knee to knee they had both simoultaneously spanked the bare, red, wriggling bottoms of the maids. Papa had enjoyed it, he confided afterwards.

She had been reading articles by Mrs Beeton, of the cookery book fame, about the discipline of maids. She was a great advocate of spanking, and her articles in the ‘Good Housekeeping Magazine’ were fast becoming a Spanking Bible, specialising in the punishment and humiliation of maids.

She knew that very soon she would have to punish her real maids again, and tonight was a rehearsal. She was also going to buy straps and canes from the Inveigle Shop. The maids at home were going to lead a very different life from now on!

The booth she picked had a lovely glowing fire, and two maids, which she had ordered prior to her visit.

Naughty maids, which she soon set about baring their bottoms and punishing. To great applause and encouragement from the gathering crowd. “Mrs Beeton would be proud of you love!” Shouted a stout, severe looking woman. “Make sure you spread their arseholes for everyone to see! That makes them blush, especially if you do it before girls younger than the maids!”

“Like us! Shouted a group of young ladies who had stopped to watch.

So she did, and the girls did squeal with embarrassment, especially as their butt holes were pulled apart and cool air rushed in!

Emma soon had the Inveigle Spanking Maids bent over, with bare bottoms on show, and was using a hairbrush on them, much to the delight of the young ladies.

They were wriggling and kicking in the cosy warm glow of the fire in the grate.

“Make their bottoms glow brighter than the embers Emma!” Shouted Melanie. Which brought forth great mirth.

Soon she sat on the chaise lounge and began to spank the girls in various positions, as the watching crowd urged her on.

First one, and then the other.

Her friend Melanie shouted to her, “Why not get the maids to spank you Emma?”

The watching women loved this idea and Emma agree. “Girls, come and attend to me, first, do my hair. I must look my best for my spanking!”

She bent over for them, and once again the crowd encouraged…but this time it was the maids they called to. “Get revenge, make her bottom burn, get a strap!” They shouted.

They did get a strap, which soon cracked on Emma’s cheeks making them blush a lovely bright red in the firelight.

A bell rang then, it was time to return to their seats, the interval was over.

The atmosphere changed, and air of expectancy descended on the excited women. The two maids made a fuss of their ‘Mistress of the Hour’ and said their goodbyes.

Into the theatre they walked, the wonderful atmosphere, the polished wood, and the red plush seats welcomed their bottoms.

“Oooooh!” Said Emma as she sat.

Melanie giggled and two women taking their seats behind them added, “Looks like someone is going home with an Inveigle Rump!”

Emma blushed as the seats began to fill, and the music began. Melanie took her hand and squeezed it. “I’ll rub some cream on your bottom later.”

She turned to her friend and smiled. “Thank you.”

Chapter Three, click here…