Archive for the ‘history’ Category

Jocelyn Deveraux was a four feet eleven inch tower of defiance. Her impossible gold blonde tresses were neatly pinned under a riding bowler draped at the brim with a pair of driving goggles. From under these two big blue eyes regarded the world in triumph. The goggles were a promise to herself that she would […]


The introduction music was lively and urgent with bass-driven undertones of peril. As it got to its second bar a metallic 3D banner scrolled across the screen proclaiming ‘Issues Tonight.’ “Hello and welcome to Issues Tonight,” an over smiling redhead with big hair and a clinging green dress said unnecessarily. “I am Mary Tonkin and […]


The Invention

22Apr16

“Marcus, please this is uncomfortable,” the inventor’s wife said in some annoyance. “Hetty the world of science is a perilous thing, now stop your squawking and let me make some adjustments,” Marcus Tyler snapped. The ever fashionable Mrs Tyler might have felt better if she had been allowed to keep some of her finery, but […]


It sounds like the title of a risqué spanking novel, and indeed I may swipe it for a short sometime. But actually this is a short article about the memoirs of a plantation owner’s wife entitled Days of Glory. A fusty old tome written before world war two, but it does feature some brief spanking. […]


Lupus Vane stood at just over six feet, somewhat tall for a veteran of the Assassin’s Guild. But although it sometimes made him more conspicuous than he would have wished, today it was a blessing. He ran a hand through a bristle of dark hair and thrust out his square-like handsome jaw; his good looks […]


Sometime ago I chanced upon a reference to a birching tower in a book. There was no more information, but the most likely explanation that it was used for storage; or so I thought. In the History of the Rod there is a mention of birching rooms in gaols and apparently women prisoners were often […]


Hard Life

19Nov15

Her father was dead. That was the way it went sometimes. There was still the herd to get to Abilene and if they could cross the mountains before the snow then they might just save the ranch. Jane Campbell-Lane thought herself as a hard woman for a hard country. Her black unkempt hair was hauled […]


Vintage Sunday

15Nov15

An art theme to this week’s selection. I am assuming the last one is faked, but rather well done I thought.


Audrey Chancellor swung the horse around and pointed it at the high ridge that now stood in front of her. The High Country was no place for anyone, never you mind a lone woman. But the law was the law. Audrey took a deep breath and blew a stray strand of red hair from under […]


If I was an American I would add the word ‘not’ after the heading, but then if I was an American I would probably have no idea what Bonfire Night is anyway. That’s the point really, Bonfire or Guy Fawkes Night is receding from British (English?) culture under the onslaught of Halloween (an even older […]