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The correspondence began here. Dear Amelia, I did indeed spank a Prussian Princess, and more than once. I will not name her here, but you may remember her name. Spanking was the least of it, although once she had felt the birch she came to regard the slipper and hairbrush as her friend. I brought her […]


The correspondence began here. Dear Amelia, It was so lovely to see you and thank you so much for your hospitality. What a delightful and well-brought-up young lady you have become. It was lovely to relive old times and I was most gratified that you did not bear me any ill feeling from my time as […]


  The correspondence began here. Dear Amelia, There are only a few days now and I suppose this will be my last letter before our visit together. I must own that I am very curious to see you and what you have become. I always knew that you would be a fine young woman. I only […]


The correspondence began here. Dear Amelia, You most assuredly may not call me Miss Jane. As your former governess I may permit some familiarity at your concession; that is only appropriate. But to allow reciprocation undermines the difference in our station. Again you may be thankful that I am not engaged professionally in your regard. The […]


The correspondence began here. Dear Amelia, I see that you at least learned something and it was after all just a small slip. But do remember to address the world with confidence and own the truth. As you know I cannot stand meek and retiring women. You are no longer the child you once were […]


The correspondence began here. Dear Amelia, If you are going to quote from a book, even mine, then do so correctly. I believe I wrote: “There is nothing so good for a girl as a thorough birching on the completely bare bottom.” Were you being coy or just sloppy? Perhaps you have forgotten my other […]


Dear Miss Carlisle, I was so happy to hear that you have returned to England after all this time. I hope your sojourn in India was both enjoyable and fruitful. There are many who have served the Empire there who have returned with nothing but praise on their lips of your various successes there. I […]


Part 1 here. It would have been over by now, if only she had paid attention. She sighed, she felt such a fool standing in the corner like an errant child. God, what if someone comes in… her tummy did a tumble and she chewed her lip as her face flushed. Doubtlessly the risk was low […]


Part 1 here. Anette lay panting hard. Her bottom felt like she been blowtorched and she was absolutely mortified that the tears were streaming down her face. Dan had been spanking her for minute after minute and when it stopped was entirely his call. Before the paddle had touched her bottom she would have thought that […]


Part 1 here. Anette had never considered being on the other side of the punitive experience. She had been in this room hundreds of times, either standing at the console or in the middle of the room wielding a cane or some such. After all usually she was the Queen of Pain and Mistress of Miscreants. […]