Update – 1

  1. Not very nice news… I have been suspended on Twitter, a strange occurrence really, somebody complained that I posted a photo without permission. Thing is, it is my photo, I took it in my studio. The girl, Lucy, was paid £100 for a good thrashing, and the three men paid to come, and told me afterwards that it was the best day of their lives.

It was my last public spanking event. I am not doing any more because of this. I promised the men I would not show their faces, and I have not.

But one of that four have reported me and it it looks like I will be terminated. Twitter were good enough to tell me which post it was etc …..(I did an appeal you see.)

Not to worry! I am quite resourceful and have already solved it by doing things a different way.

SO DON’T LOOK FOR UPDATES ON TWITTER NOW, THEY WILL BE ON HERE OR TUMBLR.

2. I have updated the ‘glorious bottoms – section 3’ and ‘quirky section two’ today. See here…

https://www.spanking-emporium.co.uk/spanking-emporium/?p=10276

3. I have updated ‘vintage domestic – Part Two’

https://www.spanking-emporium.co.uk/spanking-emporium/?p=9850

May I just take this opportunity to say thank you to you all, for your continued support. I cannot remember the day I had less than 1000 visitors on here, I have 6500 followers on tumblr, and sadly look set to lose 5000 on Twitter any day now.

Stay safe, happy spankings!

Asa

Stephanie Arrives

A friend of Charlotte’s, Stephanie, came to her first shoot.

Another girl from the quaint old market town we live in, here in the U.K.

How fortunate we are, five of us, six counting Charlotte’s mother who spanks her often as you know. All within 15 minutes drive of each other.

Stephanie, like my other girls has a great love of spanking, and everything that goes with it.

She came to join Saint Helena High School for Wayward Girls, but Samantha who usually does the school’s canings was poorly, so I stepped in.

Here she is in her uniform… (With Kate and Charlotte looking eagerly on. They had told her of the canings and she was very eager to take one and show how good she was to the other girls. So they whispered to me, ‘Don’t hold back, give it her really hard from cold, by all accounts, she is amazing!)

I know you will be eager to see her bottom, here it is, quite nervous, showing itself to me for the first time.

We had a good chat, about limits. She replied cheekily, “What limits? Give me what you have got Mr Jones.”

So I did. Six of the finest, from cold in quick succession. I could not photo as I did them, but here she is, over the vaulting horse, being restrained by Charlotte and Kate, soon after the sixth.

She howled the place down. But did very well indeed, a great new asset to my team.

As you can see by the stripes on Charlotte and Kate’s bottoms, I gave all three six each.

I then put them in corner time together.

We spent the day shooting for stories and spanking, the results you will see in due course.

Asa

Charlotte Looking Lovely in Bloomers. And a Top Hat!

Here is a nice little set of Charlotte in her Victorian underwear. These will also go in ‘My Girls in Vintage Clothing’…click here

https://www.spanking-emporium.co.uk/spanking-emporium/?p=2644

Hello xx I’m Charlotte!

“Oh Charlotte, what a lovely naughty look! What are you thinking?”

“I am thinking….shall I move my top hat.”

“Yes, we would like that.”

“Okay then!”

“Oh you are such a naughty girl!”

“Yes, I am rather, do you think I should be spanked?”

Hello Twitter Users!

I have been suspended. Someone has reported me and trying to cause me trouble. Probably because of what I do and stand for.

I will get back into tumblr, and give my alerts on there.

It was fun, thanks for your support.

Please keep in touch on here.

I’ll miss you…bye

Inveigle Chapters

This is a story under construction…

Here are the next chapters, (after chapter two where you have probably come from) lots of photos taken, but not many added ….yet!

Look for updates on Twitter.

https://www.spanking-emporium.co.uk/spanking-emporium/?p=8446

https://www.spanking-emporium.co.uk/spanking-emporium/?p=8543

https://www.spanking-emporium.co.uk/spanking-emporium/?p=8636

https://www.spanking-emporium.co.uk/spanking-emporium/?p=8756

https://www.spanking-emporium.co.uk/spanking-emporium/?p=8939

https://www.spanking-emporium.co.uk/spanking-emporium/?p=10839

..https://www.spanking-emporium.co.uk/spanking-emporium/?p=14012

The Inveigle ~ Chapter Nine

CHAPTER 9

Hereis a link to the previous chapter…https://www.spanking-emporium.co.uk/spanking-emporium/?p=10839

The girls did as she suggested and walked down the stairs to the foyer. Even the stairs were wonderful in their own way, all white, apart from a graceful mahogany handrail sat on black shiny painted wrought iron, and a central plush red carpet, with of course, mahogany stair rods with brass fittings. It was full of curves and enticing corners as it met various floors.


Beautiful works of art were spaced evenly all the way down in mahogany frames, and on the landings too, most of them had an erotic theme of some sort, and were beautifully painted. This really was a very sexual place, the building almost talked naughtily to you as you wandered its corridors.


Oil lamps glowed softly nearly all day and night, because some corridors had little or no windows. They bumped into one of the girls who had made their bath, as she filled one of the lamps. She looked gorgeous in her black and white maid outfit.


‘Hello, how are you today?’ asked the girl.


‘We are fine thank you, and you?’ Answered Samantha.


She smiled and did a little curtsey. ‘Very well thank you, we hope you like it here.’


‘Oh I am sure we will’. Replied Charlotte in a happy voice, then added quickly. ‘We do already! Oh, we never asked your name yesterday, what is it?


She smiled and said her name was Rosie.


They carried on with their exploration.


The purpose of the paintings was to keep the visitors aroused and ‘in the mood’ as they made their way to the room of their choice. But for the people who lived there it was almost like swimming in a sea of sensuality. It seeped in at every opportunity and made all the girls develop a high sexual desire, it was like a drug, almost like having a transfusion drip of sex in your arm all day long. Slowly but surely the girls would drink it in every day, to become high class temptations to the equally high society of the Victorian lady. Deborah was a very clever and astute woman, she knew exactly what she was doing, both for the customers and the girls.


The girls walked down to the foyer, and a sight reminiscent of a school room greeted them. Grouped around two tables full of arts and crafts equipment were the Inveigle Chorus Girls, dressed in their everyday clothes. They were making and decorating masquerade masks, of all colours, including silver and gold. Pots of feathers and shaped cut card rested everywhere, along with ribbons and beads.


Their chattering stopped as the two new arrivals approached. They all seemed friendly enough and soon began answering questions that the new star turns asked. They were given two gifts of masquerade masks, both half masks on sticks, one silver, and the other gold. After spending half an hour getting to know the girls Charlotte and Samantha walked away giggling, as they talked to each other through the masks. One of the chorus girls, named Ida, watched them walk away with malice and resentment in her heart and eyes. She had hoped to be the next chosen star.


This journey encapsulated the hierarchy of The Inveigle. Deborah was obviously the matriarch and decided everything. Below her were her hand-picked stars, a step below them were the Chorus Girls they had just talked to, some with ambitions to become one of Mummy Bear’s shining stars, others content where they were. At the bottom were the young girls who did the minor roles.


Charlotte and Debbie were pleased with themselves, they had gone straight to the upper tier of The Inveigle hierarchy.
The girls retraced their steps up to the first floor, and walked along the corridor looking at the room names. All the doors were mahogany set in matching door frames, each with a small sign screwed to them. The chorus girls had their names in lower case italics, in gold, on a red background. The stars of the Inveigle had signs in upper case, the first one they found was Sapphire’s. Nervous and excited they knocked. Movement was heard and the door opened briskly. ‘Oh, hello you two! Come along in, please take a seat by the window, I have coffee boiling, do you like coffee?’


Neither had ever tried it, but it smelled lovely. They both said yes.


The tea and coffee set in the glass fronted cabinet was beautiful. All were green and cream with red and orange flowers on. Every cup had a round base, and then flared up into a square rim. They were striking. ‘Do you like my tea service? Isn’t it gorgeous, Mummy Bear got it me last Christmas, she always gets her stars a present you know.’
They sat in the window seats which were in the bay window. The curtains were rich red and black, a vase of red roses took centre position on the window ledge. The end of one stem was broken, and it was obvious where it had gone to. Sapphire was dressed as a ‘masher’, and looked shockingly naughty in tight black trousers over spats, white shirt, waistcoat and bow tie. Her black jacket, with tails had the red rose in the lapel. Her well brushed shiny top hat rested on her window seat space, and on top of that was a pair of white waiter gloves, with black studs.


They looked around the room. On the black brushed flecked wallpapered walls were black and white photographs of stage goddesses. Also on the walls were a collection of violins, and fiddles. There was a music stand and a piano. Various tables with tall shiny green leaved plants must keep the maids busy thought the girls. A table and chairs, and a red chaise lounge completed the furnishings. A door led to the bedroom, which they could see was predominantly black and red too, the other was to a modern bathroom all in black and white, except the polished gold taps.


Their eyes were drawn to an unusual apparatus by the fire, it was almost like a rocking horse. It resembled a saddle, mounted on a galloping framework, but stuck up in the middle of the saddle was a leather dildo, at the front were two handles with leather grips. Alongside was a smaller rocking horse, with a saddle, but no dildo.


Sapphire smiled at the girls and introduced ‘Bessie’. ‘This is one of the many reasons they come, I do all sorts, but this seems a favourite.’ She patted it’s fine horse shaped rump and said. ‘Giddy-up Bessie!’


The apparatus rocked back and forth with well oiled ease, and a lovely creak. The straps and stirrups clinked together. The stirrups had fastening straps and what resembled a pair of leather handcuffs were attached to the head.

“And this little chap is Neddy.”


Charlotte and Samantha, looked at Neddy, and then stood up to examine the magnificent rampant beast. ‘What does it do?’ Asked a curious Charlotte.


‘Can’t you guess? They ride the fucking thing in a frenzy , whilst I whip their arse with a riding crop until they reach a climax! It’s not quite as simple as that, we have lots of play on the way, I could explain more fully if you like. Care to try it? Or I could show you how it works, but not on this one, I have my own. My clients ask which of us has worked their pussy up to a lather on here, and I tell them what they want to hear. If they thought their cunt juice was mixing with yours for instance, they would go wild!”


She went to her bedroom and came out with a dapple grey version. This had a lovely horses head similar to a cranky horse on a fairground ride.


The two girls looked at the beautiful beast and back towards Sapphire. Charlotte spoke to her on their behalf. ‘We would love you to show it to us, and maybe, one day we’d like a gallop!’


‘Okay, let me give you a demonstration then.’


The best kept secret in The Inveigle was the secret passages. Only known to Deborah, and Eleanour. She trusted the girls, but these passages between the walls served a double purpose, the first to keep a watchful eye now and then, some customers could get rough, and the other, far more exciting was to watch the girls perform. Deborah was looking through a small undetectable spy hole at the proceedings.


Sapphire slide her trousers down and kept the top half of her attire on. She oiled the upright erection on the horse’s saddle, and put her left foot in the stirrup. She threw two riding crops to the girls. ‘Not too hard, I don’t want marks for the show, stand one each side and make me gallop!’


Deborah was pleased with Sapphire as always, she was a good girl not wanting any stripes for the show.


The beast began to rock, and creak, as she stepped over and put her right foot in the other stirrup. ‘At this point I would fasten the clients feet and hands in, but I can assure you girls, I won’t try to wriggle out.’


The girls picked up the crops and took their place at each side. Both were right handed so Charlotte, being stood to the right would have to make a backwards swing.


Sapphire slid down the full length of the ebony cock with its soft rubber lubricated sheath, and began to ride the stallion hard. Her hair began to move back and forth, she looked wonderful.


Whack, crack, whack, smack!


The girls found it hard not to use too much force and thought how wonderful it would be to thrash a rider.
Sapphire galloped and begged the girls to speed up their whipping.


Smack, crack, whip, smack, spank again! She was not to be let down by the girls who picked up the pace.
She did not gallop for long as she squealed an orgasm.
The girls slowed down and stopped, and Sapphire draped forward over the horses head, gasping.


As she often did, Charlotte asked a question which did not quite fit the occasion. Expecting a question about her orgasm or the spanking, she asked Sapphire ‘What’s your horse called?’


Sapphire laughed quite uncontrollably and said its name was ‘Dotty.’

Charlotte blushed, Samantha laughed, and Deborah watched the scene with fascination through the spy-hole. What a unique wonderful world she had created.


After many hugs and kisses, the two girls left to climb another set of stairs to see what Amber’s room had to offer. Deborah, slid the cover back into place and squeezed down the passage quietly to go and see.


The girls soon found the room and knocked on the door. ‘Come in!’


They opened the door to see a pale lilac wallpapered room, with white curtains and furniture. Amber was completely naked apart from her slippers.


‘Would you like tea? Or would you prefer something stronger maybe?’


‘Tea would be fine, thank you.’ Answered Samantha, politely. Charlotte agreed.


The cover on the spy hole slid open, Deborah peered in.
Ostrich feathers in lilac and white were stood in vases on the floor. Peacock feathers stood in vases each side of a pretty fireplace. Each wall had a huge mirror in a gilt frame. The room looked like something Marie Antoinette might have had.


‘Who have you just been to see? Or am I the first?’ enquired Amber.


‘We have just come from Sapphires room.’ They both said at the same time.


‘Oh right, you’ll have been galloping about the meadows of spanking hollow then!’


They all laughed and left it there for now.
Charlotte was getting bolder by the second with everyone and asked. ‘So what do you specialise in then?’


Amber raised an eyebrow, and turned to pour the tea, with legs straight, bottom up.


The two girls went quiet and admired her lithe young body, it was firm, young and ripe.


Amber passed the tea in two steaming plain lilac cups and saucers, with gold edging.


They all sat down on three comfy arm chairs which were arranged in a little triangle with a small table in the centre. Amber had just set the tray down in a similar manner and sat down herself. ‘I do this.’


The girls looked to each other, had they missed something?


Amber giggled naughtily, she was playing with them. ‘I’m so sorry, I was hoping you’d guess. I do all sorts of things, but like most of us they are spanking orientated. I like to be their naked maid. I serve them tea and do lots of bending over for them, then I usually do something like drop a plate. That’s why I don’t have an expensive set for popular use! Then they punish me, in any way they like, and I enjoy it more than I should do in ‘proper society’ and usually end up satisfying them.’


The two girls rose to the occasion. Charlotte set her cup down on the floor and asked for a lump of sugar.


Amber smiled and stood to take the pair of sugar lumps in her delicate hand, bent right over Samantha’s knees and placed one hand on the chair arm next to her. She reached over, looked up and over her shoulder and smiled. ‘There you are Madam.’


Charlotte let out an audible gasp of admiration at the way it was done, one of the mirrors reached to the floor and she could see the vision of sexual beauty twice. ‘The mirrors are wonderful, but there seems to be a smudge right up in the corner of this one next to me, can you attend to it please?’


Amber stood up straight and walked to Debbie’s side to place one foot onto the chair arm at her left, her thigh was within an inch or two of her face. She then stretched her body to make the remaining leg lift delicately and her right bottom cheek pushed softly towards her face. Not exactly knowing where the idea came from Charlotte licked the crack of Amber’s bottom from bottom to top.


Samantha looked ever so slightly jealous, leaned over and smacked Amber’s bottom. ‘Stop tempting her you naughty maid, she is mine!’


Charlotte beamed with self satisfaction and looked to Samantha. Once again the feeling of love rose to envelop them in a rose pink mist, kiss them on the nose and gently subside. ‘Thank you Samantha, you have no idea what it means when I hear you say something like that to me, yes I am yours, forever, totally.’


Deborah nodded in satisfaction to herself, this is just what The Inveigle needed, a double act, two girls obviously in love.


Amber stood down, the moment was lost. She felt priviledged to have seen such a display of affection, it was something she craved for herself. ‘So what do you think? Do you like my room and what I have to offer?’


They both agreed avidly that they loved the room, her charming ways and her spankable bottom.


‘When you have settled in, I’ll come and serve you tea then, but be warned, I can be very clumsy.’


Samantha raised her eyebrow and looked strictly into Amber’s eyes. ‘Oh I have ways of dealing with clumsy.’
It was Charlotte’s turn to feel a little twinge of jealousy. She pouted her lips and said briskly. ‘Then I am serving you too!’
Samantha and Amber looked at each other and laughed. Charlotte blushed, then joined in the mirth.


Deborah allowed herself a silent chuckle too.


Goodbye was said in an embrace and kisses on the cheeks. The door closed behind them. They looked at each other and were both having similar thoughts. ‘How on earth are we supposed to compete with these?’


Victoria’s room wasn’t ready yet due to her only just returning to The Inveigle, she was busy at the task all day and they didn’t see her, so they walked to the end of a corridor to a bigger room, which had double doors, with big octagonal brass handles. Samantha jumped in to knock on this one, before Charlotte did.


The room opened and the first thing that hit them was a magnificent floor to ceiling set of French Windows which led onto a balcony. Light streamed in, it was glorious. Then as they looked around they were, for one of the few times in their life, shocked. It was a dungeon of sorts. Chains and tethers hung from the ceiling and walls. The array of canes and floggers along with an assortment of whips took them by surprise. Paddles and leather soled slippers were neatly arranged in racks. The decor was sexy, in an opulent way. In these Victorian days animal skins were valued for their beauty and used as decorations. Before the fire place was the skin of a black panther, its head still joined and snarling. On one wall was a leopard, another a cheetah, and a jaguar skin hung behind them. Furs of all kinds, from red squirrel to mink draped chairs, and were used as cushions. Glass eyes stared from them. The walls were black, the curtains were black, the carpet was black. But splashed like blood were exotic dashes of crimson red artificial beautifully made poppies. An odd cushion shaped as lips was also bright red. The edge to a black chez lounge was red, and in vases in strategic places were bright red displays of dyed ostrich feathers.


The first swivel chair any of the two girls had seen spun round before them. The bright happy face of Eleanour greeted them with a happy smile. ‘Don’t look so shocked! I’m quite nice really!’ Then the whip cracked within an inch or so of their toes.


They both jumped.


‘Oh yes I can make the ladies dance in here, they are terrified of my little helper but love to dance before it, even on the balcony under the moon!’


Stocks and frameworks for restraint were stood everywhere, and a similar horse to Sapphires was stood on the balcony, but it was exaggerated in its dimensions. Whoever rode it would have their legs straight and bottom up high.


‘This way girls, follow me’. She guided them to another room which was a simple sitting room, which looked more like a library, so many books. She explained it was a passion and that she had some unusual ones in her collection. Her eyes twinkled and her ruby red lips smiled. They knew straight away what she meant.


Another cup of tea followed, and the need to pee grew accordingly. The spy hole slid open unnoticed. Deborah was almost out of breath.


The two girls told her of the day so far and that this room did not really need a lot of explaining. ‘But do tell, do some women really crave harsh punishment, I mean really harsh, almost like judicial?’


‘Of course they do!.’


The reply given to them was so simple that the truth was irrefutable.


‘I’m never short of paying customers anyway, they come from far and wide for my talents. You see, we are the only female, female bawdy house there is, and we have our theatre. We are like a flame to a moth, where else would they go? Oh I know there are a few individuals here and there, but here, well, you can see for yourselves can’t you, it’s perfect. A beautiful place, with beautiful people like us, and we are growing, as you yourselves can testify. We are attracting the best talent and the best customers, and our ship has a wonderful captain in Deborah.’ She sat down looking proud of her Inveigle appraisal.


Deborah felt smug too, she liked praise.


They sat and drank tea, whilst looking at books. Some were albums of photographs taken in the dungeon room next door, and the two girls scrutinised them. Some were erotic novels. Others had illustrations of how to use slaves, the list was endless and bountiful.


Nature took its course and the two girls relieved their bladders in the toilet room. This was another new experience the girls found fascinating, and Eleanour’s was quite exceptional and a spacious blue and white tiled affair.

They said goodby and that they had a lot more exploring to do, and left to go to the last room which was down two flights of stairs and at the end of a corridor. Fae’s room would be interesting and different, they just new it. Her name had only been mentioned a few times, and each with a roll of the eyes or a giggle.

Deborah’s route was quicker, she already had her spy hole opened before they knocked.

The two girls entered yet another world, well that is not strictly true, they entered two. Fae’s room had a sweet smell, and smoke hung in the air. The first half was a version of an opium den, like what you would find in the Chinese Quarter of the city. It was all red and teak.


The room had small compartments with pipes to smoke and liquids to drink, one green one was labelled absinthe. They were separated by screens which were pierced. The seats inside were Inveigle red and plush.


Each one had a chain hanging down with ahuge pierced brass ornamental, oriental lamp burning scented oil.


It looked mysterious and inviting.


But at the end of the room end was another door, they walked towards it and into a small school room. Perfect in every detail, it had double desks with metal legs and lift up tops, which had slates and chalk resting on them. There were maps on the wall and books. To the left was a blackboard and easel, to the right was a teacher’s desk. Sat at it was Fae.


A collection of canes and other punishment tools were laid around.


A huge wardrobe stood at the back.


‘Hello, I have been waiting for you.’ She smiled at them.
The two girls were almost in a daze, they had seen so much, whatever next? Charlotte did her usual thing and asked the obvious. ‘What happens in here then?’


‘What, just in here or the room you have just walked through?’ Fae didn’t use more words than she had to.
‘Both really.’ Asked Charlotte. There was something about Fae that the two new girls found absolutely wonderful, and alluring. She was direct and in control, yet at the same time exuded shyness. She didn’t make eye contact too often, but when she did it was quite electrifying. Her accent was from the North east of England, she was interesting, and sexy.
‘Ah, well you see next door we smoke and drink stuff. It sends you to cuckoo land, away with the little people. Have you tried it? It’s relaxing, both are made from poppy seeds.’
Opium and laudanum were something the girls had not tried, and both looked quite shocked which amused Fae.
‘In here is where I get my major fix. Pain, I can take pain, and I like to be humiliated. I can take one hundred and twenty strokes of the cane easily, and I like to be flogged on my back and bum with a flogger too, even a whip!”


This was obviously meant to shock as much as the opium and laudanum announcement, and both girls did look a little taken aback.


She walked to the back of the room and opened the wardrobe. A huge array of paddles, floggers, whips and other implements greeted their eyes. ‘This is my personal collection, all presents from my lady friends, look each one has the name of the woman who gave it to me burnt on it somewhere.’


The girls walked forward to take a peek.


‘One thing I don’t do is let them brand me, huh! Not having any of that, thank you very much. Look at this.’ She drew her shoulder clear of her top garment and showed them a name, cut into her flesh. It was now a scar. She looked proudly at her scar.


The name was Annabelle.


The girls didn’t ask, they knew they would find out one day. Silence descended on the room like a fog, and they thought it was time to leave but Fae walked to a booth, picked up a tube from a heated tall glass Turkish pipe and drew a long draw and spoke in a different tone. She put on a pair of round brass goggles, they blocked the light and helped her relax. ‘See ya! Glad you escaped the clutches of Jacqueline, that evil bitch needs a dagger in the heart. She’ll search for us you know. I hate her, so does Victoria. Let me tell you something.’ She beckoned them close with a forefinger.
The two girls hated the reminder of the lady and walked closely together, hand in hand towards their new friend. They found it hard to concentrate on a girl in school uniform wearing brass goggles and a purple bowler hat, with a feather.


‘I saw inside the black cellar. It had the stench of blood and filled me with terror. Believe me, that takes some doing. She had implements and apparatus, which in all honesty I didn’t mind, they were well made and at first I thought oooh nice! But it wasn’t like here, it wasn’t a pleasure thing. Maybe for her the sick bitch, but not for me. She fucked my arse so many times, with all sorts. But she had this thing she strapped to her groin and it was horrible, she made me bleed, she used it hard and fast. I never use that hole other than for shitting out of now! That bitches face was that of a shark, her eyes went balck when she used that on me , they had no feeling, it was lust of blood and pain which satisfied that merciless cow! If ever she gets to me I’ll kill the bitch, I’ll use Bess on her arse and blow a hole right up to her fucking brains and beyond. You mark my words!’


Charlotte had to ask. ‘Who is Bess, we haven’t met a Bess.’
Fae laughed a hearty laugh. ‘You are so naive, it’ll be the making or the breaking of you girl! Meet Bess.’ She put her hand up her skirt and pulled out a small one handed blunderbuss.


Both the girls eyes went wide, and they fell silent.


‘Believe me girls, I’ll use this on her and laugh. I’d shove it right up to the bitches arse hole and pull the trigger after I say something I have wanted to say for years!’


She waited for a response but all she got were two awestruck unblinking stares. They shuffled uneasily from foot to foot, they wanted to know what she would say, but words would not come out.


She looked from one to the other, leaned forward and said in a cold hearted voice. ‘I’d say that she had fucked my arse just one too many times, and it was my turn to fuck hers with this mother fucking bastard, I’d pull the trigger with a grin and KABOOOOM!


Fae’s eyes rolled up into her head as she sank back into her chair, a grin spread across her face. She had slipped into another opium induced trance.


They held hands, looked at each other, and walked away quietly, back to the foyer.


Deborah knew they would be coming to her so she rushed back down the passages and went to the door to look out onto the street. She did this often, sometimes in a creaking old rocking chair. That woman was there again. She had been prowling around all day, she looked vaguely familiar.


The two girls walked up behind her and said hello.


Deborah turned to greet them and gave them both a hug.
The lady dressed in forest green with tan kid leather gloves and boots was watching the reflection in the pawn shop window. She spoke to herself. ‘There you are you little whores. Enjoy your happiness while you can, I’ll get you in my black cellar soon and whip your hide off.’ She thrust her parasol up and strutted away.


Deborah turned to look at her, and thought that it was strange how she almost ran away.


The two girls said how much they had enjoyed their look around, and that they were worn out, so Deborah told them to go to one last place, and relax a while.


‘Where?’ They both asked. Hadn’t they seen it all yet?


‘Let me take you to the spanking booths.’


The two girls could hardly take any more in, but they followed obediently.


They walked down a long corridor which must have run all the way round the theatre, they went up some stairs and to a door. It was a mahogany door, with a brass sign. Which simply stated ‘The Booths’.


‘Come back to my room when you are relaxed, and we’ll have tea.’


The two girls nodded and entered. The huge room was circular, with just what the door had said, booths measuring about ten feet square all the way around underneath mahogany archways. None had doors, this was the place for public spankings. Remarkably all the booths were full. For a few seconds they all stopped, but then the room soon filled with the echo of slaps, spanks, smacks and yelps again. Before them was a myriad of live action spanking scenes taking place. Customers were using Inveigle Girls, and some Inveigle Girls were using customers. Scenes of all descriptions were being acted out to suit the fantasies of the paying women. The public display was to enchant the onlookers and satisfy the exhibitionists, or the desire for public humiliation
In the middle of the room was a magnificent circular seat. It went up to a point in the middle like a bishop’s seat in a cathedral. Around it were four plush soft seats made for couples. They took their places in two, after picking their favourite scene to sit before.
The room was also filled with another noise, the soft moist noise of well rubbed pussies. Soon the room was filled with the noise of two tumultuous orgasms as the girls satisfied themselves.

NOTE….just remember this is a story, a novel being created before you. It is just a draft.

Much more to come, we are off to the circus soon!