Victorian spanking

This bundle is all about bare bottoms, victorian spanking spankings and pleasure and pain coming together as these Victorian virgins are spanked silly: A Passionate Surrender When runaway Else finds herself on the streets of Victorian London, she realizes they are paved with dirt, not gold. This is an explicit victorian erotic romance. Contains themes of spanking, victorian spanking, unprotected love and a woman being pushed to the limits of pleasure and pain.

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Victorian spanking

I had always got on well with the chap — a terribly affable, dignified man, whose brother I had known at Eton. James, and he happened to mention that he was off to take up a senior post in India. Well, by the end of luncheon — and after a couple of bottles of extremmely fine claret — I had managed to land myself with a chore. Stanley was explaining how his youngest daughter, Emily, was in her penultimate year at school, and that he was having all sorts of problems arranging for a guardian to look after her during the holidays. But the next Easter: well, that was a little problematic. So yours truly — very gallantly, I felt — offered to help out. Well… that, at least, was what I thought at the time. But when the following March came, and year old Emily duly stepped down from the back of the carriage in which Foster had gone to meet her from the railway station, little was I to realise how problematic dealing with a wilful teenager was going to be. To be honest, most of the time she behaved impeccably: kept herself to herself, reading stories all day long Mr. She was tidy, pleasant and polite, and my staff liked having her round the house. I imagine she must have been more interesting company than an old buffer like me! The problem occurred on the evening that I had invited a number of former colleagues down to Devon for the weekend. It was at dinner on the Saturday evening that everything happened.

I selected the lighter of the two canes, and walked back round to my desk, pointing with the stick at one of the large, red leather armchairs. She was tidy, pleasant and polite, and my staff liked having her round the house, victorian spanking.

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I have narrowed its location down to Oakfield Road, in Clifton, near Bristol. A rather well to do and respected residential district. I have scoured as many Victorian photographs of dwellings in that typical middle class suburban district as I can find, here is one of Rokeby House. Something I read made me think this was it. But, now, after a few letters to the right people, I do not think that is the house we are looking for. But it gives you a good impression of the well to do area. I think this one below, is the one I want it to be for our story … I know the real one now, but it is not quite right for us, it has been altered too much this one is very very close to the site of the school, but has hardly been altered. In fact, I read that she did so well, that she expanded, I am pretty sure that this is the property she expanded her school with, maybe an upper and a lower school, for varying ages. So, this one is definitely on the same street, very close to where the real one was, and quite likely looks pretty much the same.

Victorian spanking

Post a Comment. Friday, August 04, Victorian Dial-a-Birch. Paul Townsend, a Bristol historian, recently posted the following article on Facebook. Mrs Walter operated at 53 Oakfield Road, Clifton, and advertised her respectable chastising service for unruly daughters in the national papers. Excellent references. Advice by letter, 5-shillings.

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In order for Lucy to get even close to him she has decided to take some tours so she can see what he is like. Well… that, at least, was what I thought at the time. She winced, more at first from the shock of the blow than from the pain: although it had been a hard stroke, I was saving the worst for later. She cried out, the fiery nature of the weal that was rapidly spreading across the back of her legs revealing the effectiveness of the blows. It was at dinner on the Saturday evening that everything happened. The Victorian premise is false, in as much as I got this thinking it was set in Victorian times, however, it is someone dressed in Victorian costume and acting out of a Victorian dominant male using corporal punishment before pleasure. Rate this book. I imagine she must have been more interesting company than an old buffer like me! Do you understand? Walking behind her, I crouched down next to her right leg, and wrapped the first piece of cloth several times around her ankle and the chair leg, binding her tightly. Now had she left quietly, all would have been forgiven the following morning — if not necessarily forgotten. And then — after what must have been a dozen or more lashes — I walked backwards several paces, and turned towards her.

Her husband, Reginald Fogarty, a Member of Parliament, was often away in London, and furthermore deemed child rearing the proper province of the fairer sex, not of men.

Short story anthology set around Christmas. She winced, more at first from the shock of the blow than from the pain: although it had been a hard stroke, I was saving the worst for later. And it became even more memorable as I continued, striping her with blow after blow, whipping the rattan down as harshly as I could. I have to say that the sight of her, bent virtually nude over that chair, with her red thighs and just one, clear, straight line burning across her buttocks, was quite memorable. I walked back behind her. Medieval Public Breeding Bundle. Help center. If she had not realised the error of her ways, she soon did — her previously self-confidence evaporating into a picture of self-pity: eyes downcast, mumbling apologies. Now I should point out at this stage that when I agreed to look after the girl, her father had been very clear to me on the subject of her behaviour. But she was unbelievably rude, shouting at my guests and ruining the whole atmosphere. I whiipped it sharply through the air twice, right in front of her, leaving neither of us in any doubt as to its relative effectiveness compared to the previous rod — which seemed quite tame in comparison. As she climbed up, I leant the cane against the desk, and reached into my dinner jacket pocket, removing the lengths of linen that the Butler had been to search out at my request, and which he had passed to me as I had left the dining room.