Victoriana ~ Part 4

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Sun 5 May at 10:07

Victoriana part 4

I wasn’t the only one to be staring at that martinet while Monsieur corrected our test papers. I even mentally pronounced it as we were told, ‘mar tee nay’ without the final T.

Monsieur stood and descended from his professorial platform to give us back our corrected papers. I almost wet my knickers when I saw that I had 7/20. I knew what it meant, and didn’t have to wait.

“Alicia, 7/20, you should be ashamed of yourself, and I will make sure that you are! Come to the front of the class, stand on my platform facing the class and take your knickers off. Drop them on my desk and raise your skirt front and back.”

I gradually blushed. First as a pink rose when standing on the platform in front of my classmates. Then as a reddish tulip, as I took my knickers off as discreetly as I could. Finally as a deep red peony when I raised my skirt and exposed my curls.

Monsieur didn’t stand next to me on the platform, he remained on the floor, probably to better address my seat of learning with the martinet. “You will be given 12 strokes on your derriere and thighs, each time you drop your skirt, the stroke will be repeated.”

I got two strokes on my bum. They were very stingy. They were followed by a stroke across the back of my thighs. That was stingier than the first two. I dropped my skirt and danced. I raised it again, and the stroke was repeated. I again danced, but kept my skirt up. Next the front of my thighs felt the martinet. It was stingier than stingy. I again dropped my skirt, “AIE!” It was repeated, “AIEEEE!” Those two were the worst so far.

That dancing lesson was repeated twice. Each time the martinet caressed my thighs I dropped my skirt, and the strokes were repeated. I had received 18 strokes, my bum and thighs were fiercely throbbing.

“Keep your skirt up and stand by that wall facing the class…”

Quite contrite and red faced, I lowered my head. I promised myself to learn that test by heart.

I wasn’t the only one to be given la fessée cul nu au martinet. Josy aka Josephina was next, and she danced as much as I.

Lunch followed, and it was very French and superb! The Chef offered to teach each of us a French dish. I enthusiastically raised my hand, and asked to learn how to prepare a cassoulet.

There was no resentment after that taste of the martinet. Josy teased. “We now know that you are a real red head!”

Everyone around the table giggled, and while blushing, I returned the compliment, “And you’re a real blonde!”

Amelia was still having rosy cheeks for having showed us that she is shaved, but none of us teased her.

The afternoon was about singing in French to work on our fluency and accent. Two of us couldn’t sing. Monsieur understood and had them theatrically recite lines from Les Misérables. He taped us, replayed our performances and mimicked our worse mistakes. 

“When teaching a classroom of thirty pupils the professor can’t do more than give you the pronunciation.” He added, “If you can’t pronounce a word, do your best. To be fluent isn’t about having a perfect French accent, it is about having an easy flow.”

He was very good at having us repeat till having a proper accent and flow. He even created silly phrases adapted to each of us. For me it was about the S with, ‘Les chaussettes de l’archi duchesse sont elles sèchent archi sèches ?’

Later, we gathered in our common room to sew our name tags and reverted to English. Josy summed up. “That martinet was so stingy!”

Agatha chimed.

“The welts don’t last.”

“How do you know?”

“I was in France as an exchange student, and got a super whipping.”

“What did you do?”

“Don’t tell, let us guess. You were caught with a French boy having his hands under your skirt?”

She smiled, and shook her head negatively.

“His hands were inside your knickers!”

She blushed with a wide grin, and we laughed.

I was rubbing my decorated thighs, and she added, “On the thighs, the welts take an extra day to fade. It was quite embarrassing when I had to go to the boulangerie for bread.”

After dinner we watched “Les Misérables” in French.


To be continued…


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The Mayoress of New Cromlechville…

I know the vast majority of you prefer the female bottom being punished, as do I, but I do like to watch a man go over my girls knee occasionally. Seeing them excited and spanking, watching their spanking faces as they whack a naughty boys bare bottom is entertaining.

So, I keep a FemDom section…


This is a section for the story about New Cromlechville, which you will find a link to in the above link. You will also see a links on some of the photos, (I have not cropped them, because they are the main sites that Samantha does her Domme work on). You can book one-on-one sessions with her on ‘X’. Visit my ‘X Page’ and you will find her, by my pinned tweet. And you can also find Charlotte and Kate on the same pinned tweet, if you want to be spanked by them…(men or women)


The Mayoress of the FemDom town of New Cromlechville is Miss Kenworthy, she won the ‘Annual Caning of Naughty Boys Competition’ five years in a row, and as a result set up a business of training newcomers on the art of the punishment of the aforementioned.

It usually starts with a woman joining the community and bringing her boy for training. It might be a little holiday, or a punishment that she thinks he needs. However, what usually happens is that they stay, to live.

This is Case 1…

Cecil (his pet name given to him for humiliation) has been naughty yet again, and his Mistress Jasmine, is telling him off saying that he is treating her Domination and his punishments as a game…

“I am fed up of it, you naughty boy”…..SMACK SMACK SMACK

“I keep telling you off and spanking you, yet you seem to think it funny don’t you?”

“Well, it’s only a game!”

Big mistake Cecil!!

“A game? A bloody game! I told you when we married that I wanted this as a lifestyle, for real, not a game. There is only one thing for it my boy, I am taking you to New Cromlechville to meet Miss Kenworthy!”

This is a funny thing, every woman in the world interested in Dominating a man knows of Miss Kenworthy and New Cromlechville. But men, as a rule, have no idea. It is kept this way, because otherwise it would be difficult to talk them in to going!

She told him it was no holiday camp, but a place to take naughty men for spankings.

In his innocence and ignorance, he agreed, thinking it was a little day out, or maybe a weekend of fun at a B.D.S.M. Club.

Not so!

They go the weekend after, leaving our world on the usual turn off that nobody will ever find unless they read the main Femdom page, and explore.

On arrival at her Guest House, not far from the Reading Room Cafe that Miss Kenworthy owns, his Mistress hands him over to the Mayoress of Cromlechville. Who takes him to her Study…

(You might recognise it!)

…where he learns some new rules, and feels new implements at a level he has not experience before!

“You question nothing boy! Your only job is to obey women…always!”

WHACK WHACK WHACK WHACK….the hairbrush lands hard and firm, and he squeals. Outside the door Jasmine is listening and giggling at his plight.

“Owwwww, stop, that’s too hard…stop stop stop! STOP!!!!!”


He was beginning to realise the seriousness of the situation!

She then went on to teach him some basic rudiments of male submissive behavior and woman worship, stressing various points with firm discipline!

She finished off his first lesson with a very harsh six of the best!

Jasmine loved what she heard, the whistle of the cane, the thud or whop, or crack as it landed, followed by her disobedient husband screaming like a girl.

Miss Kenworthy told him to leave her study, and like a good little boy he thanked her for his discipline and left meekly. Jasmine met him outside the door and took him to their room, which had a lovely four poster bed.

On entry he broke down in tears….”Take me home, please, I want to go home!”

“I’ll tell you where I’ll take you my lad! I will take you back down to Miss Kenworthy, for some more. We are not going home, this place is out new home, we start house hunting tomorrow!”

He blubbered an almost incoherent reply. “No, no no, not that!”

“Did you say no to me? Have you learnt nothing from your first lesson? We are staying here for good, this is your new home, and there is no escape….boy! Now bend over that bed and bare your bottom!”

Without question he did, and his Mistress teached him his second lesson. Disobey your Mistress at your peril!

It was a painful first day for him, and he slept on his tummy that night.

More to come.


I am hoping to do a photo shoot or two, so any boy fancy volunteering? be warned though, you will be in girls school uniform or a sissy outfit of pink!

Woo Hoo!!!! Just had my highest number of visitors in a day…ever!

6400 visitors to my blog, in one day. Thank you, that is quite remarkable for a little site like mine.

And on my spanking art site where I sell my photos etc, I have just gone past one million visitors!…actually it is now 1,035,000 at my last look.

You can buy my stuff as jig saws, notebooks, cards, and all sorts! If you want to that is, it all helps pay the rent for the studio!

But never ever feel obliged to, not at all, I am here just for the love of spanking and am happy to share my stuff for free….for the fun of it all!

Let the adventure continue!

skips away…..tra la laaa!!


SPANKERS GALLERY ~ No 11 Continuing our Roue Magazine Tribute…

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Slip Your Knickers Down

From Roué 13

Asa’s Note…

What a coincidence, very much like my girls in their new outfits! Could be useful!!



‘Slip your knickers down.’

What a wealth of meaning in those few words! ‘Slip.’ How casual — how nonchalant! The work of a moment, a quiet sibilance of navy pants against smooth bare thighs. A knickered bottom a moment before — now a shivery pair of bared buttocks, quivering as the cane is swished with deliberate ritual, its springiness tested with the likely resilience of the denuded buttocks and their probable reaction to the cane clearly in mind.

“Legs wide apart!”

He lets her know it, doesn’t he! ‘Wide apart.’ She hides her flushed face and stretches the elastic of her knickers to the utmost.

‘Bottom up higher.’

Her tummy nudges against the desk. The muscles in her legs tighten. The cool air dandles its feathery fingers in private places. The cane rests lightly across the crown of her defenceless bum.

‘Stand in the corner.’

It’s over — or at least the caning is. She was lucky to get only four — but My Word! they stung!

More to come…


A New Contributor ~ M.Lamont

He ought to team up with the Spanking Dutchman, click here…

…because they both share a passion for navy blue school knickers!

I know, I know….don’t we all. But these two are the acme of the subject on my blog.


The Media and School Knickers

Navy blue school knickers have been the stuff of many a male fantasy, and I think it’s fair to say that one either loves them or hates them. They certainly will be the first experience that many British boys or young men had of the female form, growing up in 1950-60-70.

Obviously, there is a plethora of spanking mags and movies where many school uniformed lovelies are divested of their school knickers and spanked, but first, let’s look at mainstream media, books TV and film.

There are comparatively few books that really celebrate school knickers. One that comes to mind is ‘His Lordship,” written by Leslie Thomas of the “Virgin Soldiers” franchise. It was first published in 1970. The cover came in a number of versions.

Here is one (my favourite).

But another version is quite cute.

The story is set around a posh girls’ boarding school where a series of just underage schoolgirls seduce the tennis coach. It wouldn’t get published today, but it ticked all my boxes as an adolescent.

It’s available on eBay and some archive sites.

Two more covers…

It obviously sold well as it went to four additions with four covers each one slightly less provocative than the original.

Of course, there is my recently published book on
Kindle, which was intended to make up for the deficit. (Shameless plug) ‘Worst Birthday Ever’.
Featuring photos by the amazing Asa Jones and the gorgeously figured Katie in traditional 1960’s gym knickers.

Asa’s note…

Sorry the above is centred and a bit small, I copied and pasted it from his original document, which he mailed to me, and it came out like this, yet all the rest copied fine….

computers eh?…strange little beasts with a mind of their own, mine has anyway, or is it what they call….’Operator Error’….probably so! here is the cover…

” Thank you for choosing me as the photographer.”

Another book worth mentioning is Knickers: An Intimate Appraisal by Rosemary Hawthorne, which has a brief section on school knickers.

Next, we will look at Cinema – yes, of course, St Trinians but also some surprising stars.

Click here…

more to come…

Photo Set ~ 523 ~ Part Two of ~Bottle Green Knickers, white vest, grey socks, and plimsols! ~ Photo Set 521

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Her knickers were down, it was now time to get her bent over the vintage flogging stool.

I stood patiently watching her, always a pleasant task, and full of expectation, and anticipation.

My apologies, I had only spanked her ten minutes ago for another set, and her bottom is still glowing a bit.

She was ready for her spanking…

I removed my bunch of keys from my pocket and sorted through to find the shiniest key of all, which of course fits my implement cupboard. I unlocked it and put the large brass padlock and key on the vaulting horse. I looked to the implements, and back to her bottom. At this moment, it is almost as if they can speak, and tell me which one. It was the junior tawse, a soft supple tawse with the ability to wrap between the cheeks if one does a cheek at a time.

What a fine target she offered me. Slightly trembling, it was perfect.

I walked over to take up my position.

I delivered a sound spanking and to her credit she hardly flinched, and the ooooooh’s, owwwww’s and ahhhhhh’s! She let out were a delight to hear. Beautiful spanking music.

I then put her in corner time for fifteen minutes, and as with all my girls she was told to remain thus, no matter who, or how many people came in.

I made sure she bent her knees and placed her hands on her thighs.

Her bottom poked out in the most humiliating way.

Her nose was not touching the wall, so I told her to make sure it does all the time. This is an exacting position to be in, ‘she will be glad when the fifteen minutes are up’, I thought.

I sat at my desk and had two visitors. A sales rep, with a box of senior canes I had ordered. And the cook, asking for a signature on a food order.

I looked over a few times, and she never moved.

One of the reasons I like this corner time position so much, is the gentle way the inner thighs kiss.

After the stated time, my timer rang, and I sent her on her way.

more to come…


I would like to do an event where I spank all three girls behind closed doors, and the people attending pretend to be visitors. Anybody? Club members only of course.