A Caning for the Curious: and other F/F spanking tales

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I get my manhood in my hand, and stroke as I listen. I hear the rustle of paper, the removal of some clothing, and little words….and then… Enter Rowena, today I am selling vintage magazines. All marked up, motor bikes, stamps, trains, special interest, action comics, D.C Comics, etc etc She tells me of her childhood, her school days, and what she does now. We talk of spanking and her love of spanking pictures. Then she is confident enough to tell me her needs. As often happens she wants a slow, understanding, patient build up to going over my knee. She is very keen to try implements, she hopes I like her bottom etc etc, and says she trusts me already….how nice!

I have read the interview by the reporter, where Mrs Walters describes her birchings, the number of strokes, the screaming girls, how they react and eventually accept the birch, and are grateful for it mastering them etc etc

I hope you enjoy my stories of spanking (and female masturbation), they are all illustrated with photos taken by myself in my studio. I have researched the accounts of ‘the Lady With the Birch’ as well as I can. 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.

Here you meet a woman with a conscience, who feels guilty about being a bully as a schoolgirl and has a need to be punished for it… She comes in, obviously nervous, and a little flustered. The smell of age, polished brass, bees waxed wood, and cooking greets her. Along with a reassuring smile, and a friendly face. My early nerves have flown away like a butterfly, as always, I am calm, and feel as cool as a cucumber. I usher her to the cafe…”this way, after you.”Intractible girls trained and educated. Excellent References.’ Italso advertised her papers for sale at a shilling each. They covered various subjects such as; Hints on Management of Children, and The Rod. Mrs Walter did not like the girls to resist or even scream and for such behaviour she would add strokes or even repeat the punishment. A small collection (which will hopefully grow) of free short erotic stories. They may contain some spanking and/or explicit sex.

Let these pictures set the scene of the school. Lots of mahogany, lots of polish, everything ‘just so’. Have a look at the engravings below the newspaper cutting, of finishing schools at the time she ran hers, who knows, one of them may be her school. Driving the Ferrari– two friends married to brothers have a little too much fun with new Ferrari. Sent to the bedrooms for some discipline, both end up over the knees of their husbands at the same time. (Double spanking) Sophie, the waitress, smiles and offers Rowena a cushion. “Thank you.” I say…” But no cushion is needed today.”also of course I am doing my vintage sections and all the rest. I started this in 2014, writing, researching, editing etc take time. Don’t forget, this is my hobby, I pay rent for a studio, and even though my girls are my friends, I pay them for shoots, they are models. Clients do it for free of course. Within three days my parcel arrives by courier, and she takes it to her summer house, which has a very private room. This is going to be a rather large story. I thought of sending it off to a publisher, but after thinking about it for a second, I decided to put it here, with my others. It is where it belongs. My place, my mind before you… Two naughty girls think it fun to masturbate in a first class compartment, until Auntie finds them that is!…

It is not a good idea to masturbate in the conservatory when you have a busybody old lady neighbour who likes to see you get a spanking… First up though, is a service we offer… I am in my seventies now, and m client list is dwindling, I do not replace the ones who finish, unless the applicants are something very special. This story is based on the true recorded events of a finishing school in Bristol, England in the late 1800’s.Her mind is in turmoil. She knows what it means. She thinks of that poor girl, all those years ago. She should never have done it to her, she has felt guilty for years.