The correspondence began here.

My Dear Miss Carlisle,

I scarcely know where to begin. As I commit pen to paper I blush so wildly that I fear my very face will quite melt away. I could die every time I think on all that Mary was party to and since Saturday that minx has scarce kept the smirk from her face.

I knew I could expect some correction from the moment you arrived. You were quite stern with me and at the risk of repeating myself I could have died when you asked Mary to fetch the hall brush from its stand by the front door and bring it to the parlour. You were still scolding me for my previous indelicacy when she returned and I could beg the Lord that she did not follow all that you said. I know bear witness that truly a girl cannot die of shame since if that were possible I would be already be ensconced in the churchyard.

Then when you… I feel so giddy at these words… when you asked Mary to help turn up and in place my skirts I almost fainted. Could you not have managed that task without aid? You cannot possibly imagine my feelings at being sent to the corner with every one of my skirts and petticoat hems pinned at my waist while my draws were sent to my ankles in a puddle at my feet. I know we are all women but to stand like a child displaying ones naked posterior to one and all is beyond shame.

Then I can scarcely believe that you calmly ordered some tea and took a prominent seat while I stood exposed and ignored. How long did I stand there? It seemed like days and I think back to your letter.

At the end I was a humbled nervous wreck, no doubt your intent, but why oh why did you allow Mary to remain when you put me across your knee? You teased me when I hid my face, but I could not help it.

The flat side of the brush, when it finally landed, was like a hot iron that both stung like bees and ached like a persistent dull bruise. No doubt my eyes were on stalks and I know I did not retain any decorum. I was quickly a bawling baby while Mary all but giggled at my predicament. I am in awe of your technique. You so took me beyond my endurance that I went from being mortified at my own maid witnessing my spanking to not caring if every gentleman of the county were present, if only it would stop. Then just as I could break you allow me to regain enough of myself to remember where I am and who watches me. Shame and pain a devilish pendulum to put me in my place.

Eventually, some eons later it seemed, in copious floods of tears I humbly apologised and thanked you on my knees for the favour of such a very, very sound spanking; all this in front of Mary. My return to that hated corner was as a mortifying experience I ever had. I remember you ordered more tea while I dared not move. It was such a filthy and long afternoon. I still wonder if I shall ever sit down again.

Yours very, very humbly


To be continued…

The correspondence began here.

Dear Amelia,

Your enthusiasm does you credit and when I have time to reply in detail I will do so, although I rather suspect that we will meet again before I have time to commit my reply to paper.

I will be happy to enlighten you regarding the switch and the ways that it is applied in the colonies, although I doubt that you will much enjoy the lesson. I will however save that for a future time as when next we meet I have other methods to demonstrate.

In your last missive you suggested that Ruth’s spanking lasted over an hour. I hardly think so, that would be an heroic undertaking for both of us. Such a feat can and has been done, but not on such an inexperienced posterior. I think you will find that a prolonged spanking only seems like it lasts an hour, especially from the point of view of the recipient. Incidentally, being sent to the corner has a similar effect on the mind for all concerned.


Jane Carlisle.

to be continued…

Vintage Sunday


Just Because..




Vanilla Spanking has a feature on Young Adam, a 2003 mainstream movie starring Ewan McGegor. I remember seeing at the time, it is a quirky indie film set on and around a canal. But there is a strange affair with Emily Mortimer which involves tomato ketchup and a bare bottom spanking.

In an interview Mortimer, who has an oft reported family background connected with spanking, said it was fun and worthwhile exploring sexual adventures.

Other images were found at: Dallas, Devlin, Contemporary Spanking, Chicago Spanking Review, Asa Jones and Real Spanking.

Reality Bites


Some time ago I corresponded with a woman who made and sold BDSM furniture, among many other accomplishments. She lived in a compound with in a polyamorous relationship with her partner(s) with part-time and full time slaves; she quite a tale to tell. I won’t tell it here as I have no reason to assume that her story was for public consumption and I have since lost touch with her.

But recently I read an account of a totally up front woman with seemingly boundless confidence who was very much cut from the same mould.

Tammy was 24 when she went to work for Madeline a 40-something property developer.

She wrote, “I was totally in awe of Madeline when I met her, she seemed everything I wanted to be. Her clothes, her confidence, her beauty, well I felt awkward next to her. When she offered me a job as an executive assistant and trainee developer I jumped at the chance. The money was good and she even advanced me a small loan to buy a good car.”

“She made it clear from the get go that she was a spanker and that if I messed up she would give a bare bottom spanking that would make me cry. She was absolutely clear about the last part. She also said it was okay to screw up as that was how we learned, she almost hoped I would as she liked spanking and she told me I had a good ass for it.”

“When I signed the agreement I thought it wouldn’t actually happen, I wasn’t even sure it was legal, but if it came to it I wondered how bad could it be?”

The story gets long and involved and mostly dwells on her brilliant career over the next few weeks. Then she meets Carrie, a girl who either is or isn’t Madeline’s girlfriend. Tammy is jealous anyway. Until…

“When I arrived I saw Carrie’s car and my heart sank. I thought I would get some alone time with Madeline about the project and what a project. Carrie was always bitching about something and turning up when it was obvious Madeline was expecting her. I still didn’t know their exact relationship, but then that was Madeline all over.”

“The house was a bit run down, but big, I mean really big with these really cool big windows with great views over the valley. I could see the potential. Then I saw the bags and Carrie’s dumb trademark coat just lying on the floor. I heard the yelling before I had gotten through the door.”

“When I found them I couldn’t believe my eyes. Carrie was sprawled over Madeline’s lap with her denims and panties tangled around her ankles. Madeline was going at her bare butt with a big old brush and man was that girl’s ass real red. Carrie was yelling and mouthing off, crying a bit too, while Madeline was yelling back about how she had had enough. Neither saw me for a minute and when they did Madeline just grinned. Carrie on the other hand went maniac and screamed that I should get out. Madeline told me to stay.”

“After that Carrie bawled like a little kid and her bottom was about as dark red and marked up as I have ever seen, well I had never actually seen a spanked butt before but this was out there.”

“At this point I hadn’t been spanked so I was surprised how long the spanking lasted. Also by Carrie’s reaction, I mean after the yelling, she went all quiet and just cried as she said sorry. It was a total attitude change. She was so wigged out when Madeline made her stand in the corner, in full view of one of those big windows yet. Carrie went like a lamb.”

“It was about three weeks later that I finally screwed up big time. I knew I was for it when Madeline met me at her office with that big brush in her hand. She says, ‘remember what happened to Carrie?’”

“I nodded dumbly.”

“You going to give me any trouble?”

“I kind of gulped and shook my head. Then she put the brush down and laid out my mistakes and what we had to do to sort it. Among some other stuff I had put 2011 on some license applications instead of 2012. I was totally busted.”

“You agreed, she said and picked up the brush again. I nodded and when she told me I took down my own pants and let her take across her knee. I was curious about it, but not that curious. My panties came down anyway and the she let me have it.”

“I can’t really describe the rest. It hurt real bad, worse than I thought and even when I begged and bawled she took no notice. I was spanked for maybe 20 minutes, maybe more. Then she put me in the corner for a long cry. I spent the afternoon bare below the waist making calls to various people to make application amendments or apply for fresh documents. I was so embarrassed, but Madeline smiled and said I had a good butt.”

“That was not the last time she spanked me, it happened a lot after that, but usually I had it coming. I even got to see Carrie spanked again. I know now that Carrie is kind of a professional brat that Madeline ‘adopted.’ She has another girlfriend, not me sadly, I am just the well spanked assistant. My own girlfriend thinks I am totally mad, but the money is good and if I am honest I kind of want it.”

Story edited from several contributions on FemForum.

Vintage Sunday




Whilst there are few things pending I am having another ongoing poor connectivity week. I get a few minutes here and there to post or at least search and I spend them looking at the damn little wheel turning and not resolving until it times out and I start again. Consequently a quick community post ends up eating all my time and being half-arsed in the process.

Enough of the whinge. Pandora has been getting praise for her diversity and is definitely on zeitgeist at the moment.

Bonnie has taken a trip down memory lane and also reviews reader engagement and reflects on the dangers of not putting the work in.

The Spanking Emporium is a great site, Asa Jones has regular and original content, with side trips to vintage images.

Other images were taken from Dallas, Contemporary Spanking and AAA.

Summer Time Fun


This week sunbathing can so easily go wrong’

Vintage Sunday