Mrs Barker's Discipline

Have been up to my eyeballs with wallpaper stripping and painting which has left me no time to write a post or find any new blogs for an edition of 'In with the New'- so I hope you don't mind a re-post...

...As school secretaries go Mrs. Barker was exemplary but she had taken on a position with a high salary, high expectations and high level of personal discipline which she repeatedly failed to achieve.

The penalty was a trip to her headmaster's office where she was subjected to a sound bottom warming from the headmaster's cane.....a situation which occurred with alarming frequency.

Not unusually would her bottom be tenderised two or even three times in the same week.....

...and she amazed her headmaster with her stoic bravery, presenting herself for correction without complaint and always immaculately turned out...

The Head showed no fear or favour, punishing his secretary quite as severely as he would any naughty senior girl and sending her back to her office, frequently teary eyed, after he'd dealt with her.

Andrew Barker had initially had doubts about offering his wife the position of school secretary but her presence certainly added colour to his week, not to mention her bottom, and their domestic life had never been better!

Have a fun weekend.

Ronnie

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Pammy's Caning

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Have a fun weekend.

Ronnie

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Pictures from Gingerholic

Discipline must be upheld

Cat kindly left a comment to my post on a spanking story from bygone times. She asked if Lady Barclay's husband ever found out what she'd been withholding from him? Well we don't really know how much her husband knew, the story doesn't make that clear, but we do know what Lady Barclay got up to and it is understandable that she'd want to keep it quiet as much as possible. Her story is told below and I rather think she deserved the spanking she received whether or not her husband knew the full details:-

....after our wonderful ride through the estate we returned to the house for afternoon tea.

Penelope, Lady Barclay, told us that the Butler, Mr Stevens, had asked to see her regarding a matter of discipline and it was agreed he would come to the drawing room at 4pm to explain his problem. We were still taking tea when I heard footsteps followed by a knock on the door and Lady Barclay motioned us to stay as we were as she called for the visitor to enter, whereupon the door was opened by the tall elegant Mr Stevens accompanied by a younger man, whom I had seen recently around the estate but did not know his name, wearing riding breeches and boots. The younger man was told to wait and Mr Stevens came in, turned and quietly closed the tall door behind him. He approached Lady Barclay and she beckoned him to sit, which he did with a thank you my lady and a polite nod in acknowledgement of us.

Lady Barclay bade him divest himself of whatever matter was troubling him so much as to require an audience, not to mind our presence in the slightest but to speak plainly and she would give her earnest attention. Well the matter took but a short time to describe and it seemed that the young man standing outside the drawing room, Tobias by name and new to the household by only a few weeks, had taken the master's favourite stallion for a gallop as a dare from one of the other staff, an expressly forbidden action which called for an immediate corporal discipline which would certainly by now have been carried out had the master been at home. However he was not and when Mr Stevens had quite correctly, as Butler to the household, told Tobias he was to report to the servants' hall for a thrashing which would be administered by him, the boy had refused. Mr Stevens wanted the matter addressed as good discipline was central to the proper running of all large households and to challenge it was unheard of.

Lady Barclay understood immediately, thanked Mr Stevens for his diligence in bringing the matter so swiftly to her attention and told him to return to his duties, instructing the defiant Tobias to remain outside the door and await her call. To us she turned and told us with a smile that we were to have our afternoon tea somewhat enlivened by a little entertainment but we were to remove ourselves to the adjoining room, leaving the door ajar sufficiently to witness what was to follow. She then called for Tobias to enter the room, close the door behind him and approach her. He was handsome lad, I could see that now, proud and tall with thick black hair and a firm gaze, about twenty I would have said. Lady Barclay began by introducing herself as mistress of the household, although she had no doubt he had seen her about and knew who she was, they had not formally met during the few weeks he had been there. She told him Mr Stevens had outlined the occurrences of earlier that day and she was in no doubt that the young man deserved punishment for taking the master's stallion and, more particularly, for refusing discipline. There were no compromises, the household had run happily for generations on good discipline, service and respect, and there was no question of it being allowed to break down. Lady Barclay laid down the law and then told him he had a choice, it would be given once and once only. He could leave, collect his pay and belongings and be gone within 24 hours or he could accept the same authority which applied to all other members of staff and those before them, accept his punishment and remain and take his place in the household with pride and dignity.

There was no question Tobias wanted to stay in his position and he told Lady Barclay so. ''Very well, you will submit to whatever I decide to settle today's matter but, if at any time in the future you refuse discipline, you will leave and never return. Do you agree to these terms?" I saw him think for a few seconds but I knew he would agree, he would have been foolish not to.” I do wish to stay", he said in a surly manner.

Then Lady Barclay got up and walked to the window, standing at the heavy mahogany desk where her husband kept his papers. She turned to Tobias as she opened the top drawer and withdrew a long rattan cane with a curved handle. She sat against the edge of the desk and told Tobias she was going to teach him a lesson and that he was to address her as Ma'am. She then asked him if he had ever been caned before though by the look on his ashen face it was clear he had not. ''No.... Ma'am'' he said, which seemed to Lady Barclay's satisfaction as she nodded approvingly. Administering a virgin caning was quite an event, I could still remember my own, and especially with so handsome and defiant a young man to discipline. I have to say we girls were getting quite excited.

Penelope then summoned Tobias over to her and ordered him to bend across the desk, stretching to grip the far edge with both hands. His breeches, which were stretched taut across his well muscled bum, would be scant protection against what was to come. Lady Barclay positioned herself to the left of Tobias and without further ado raised her arm and brought the cane down several times in quick succession across both cheeks. "WHIPPP!!", CRACKKK!!", "WHIPPP!!", CRACKKK!!" her strokes rained down until the poor young man had received a dozen and his bum must have been stinging like the very devil. Penelope Barclay stood back contemplating her work, the last 3 lines of the cane still showing as indents against the seat of Tobias's breeches. ''Well boy,'' she said, ''how did your first flirtation with your mistress's cane suit you?'' Tobias went as if to get up but she bade him answer from his prostrate position.’ I didn't like it, Ma'am, it hurt,'' he replied his voice less steady than it had been. ''As it should, Sir'' said Lady Barclay, ''and now you will resume your grip and I shall give you your second twelve.''
The poor boy's face you should have seen it! He must have been horrified and we saw his muscles tense as he stiffened his resolve and gripped the desk obediently as Lady Barclay moved closer and administered a further dozen good stokes to the boy who this time cried aloud and writhed uselessly against the desk at each one. At the end she told him sharply to get up and turn around, as she moved back to her armchair and sat, resting the cane against the arm.

Tobias rose stiffly and turned slowly, looking down to avoid the eyes of the woman who had just brought him close to tears, but Lady Barclay would have none of it, she knew well enough the perfect time to press her advantage. She told the boy to look up and stand straight as a handsome young man should and asked him if he had ever had been with any of the girls. Tobias must have wondered if this was some prelude to another caning and he hesitated, but Lady Barclay pressed him and he answered yes. And had he been between their legs, she continued, to which Tobias nodded. Lady Barclay then told Tobias to get on the floor on all fours and approach her, she asked him if he had ever served a girl for her pleasure not just his own, but the confused look on Tobias's face was enough of an answer. She smiled and asked him if he had ever watched a cat licking cream and he told her he had as he stopped on all fours at her knee.

''Good'', said her ladyship as she lifted the folds of her gown, ''then you shall be the cat and you shall learn how to serve your mistress after a beating, and it will be a lesson you will thank her for in the years to come. Now bury your head under my silks, right into the warm wetness between my legs and show your mistress how grateful you are''. And for the next several minutes we watched fascinated, our hands between our legs, as the boy's head moved hesitantly at first under the layers of silk, his tight bum receiving the occasional whack to urge him on, and Penelope's moans growing louder as she moved lower in her seat and placed a hand on the ball which was Tobias's head, pushing him harder against her until her crescendo approached and she used both hands to hold his head firm as she rode his face to a resounding orgasm.

When she allowed the boy up he was dishevelled, flushing furiously, his face glistening from his mistress's spend, the bulge to the front of his breeches not escaping the eye of Lady Barclay. ''Now, Tobias, you have been punished and put in your place and made to serve your mistress most intimately too. This incident will remain between us but you may rest assured I shall deal with you no less severely if there are further occasions requiring my attention. You may go now.'' And he was dismissed without another word.

Truth be known Penelope had been acting beyond her authority, we had enjoyed ourselves considerably more than we should have, and we were all hoping it would not be long before we would be on the receiving end of some aristocratic discipline ourselves.

Have a fun weekend.

Ronnie
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Traditional vs Modern

Well which is best? I'm not taking a side or drawing any conclusion or trying to make a case either way. What got me thinking was the other day I was surfing and came across a couple of new blogs (spanking related of course) and just loved the style of writing and the subjects covered, they were fresh and punchy and observant and daring, romantic too and they clearly attracted like minded readers, I could tell from the comments and followers. The blog rolls linked to similar stuff, much of which I hadn't seen before.

I enjoyed them so much I thought right, must change my wallpaper, colour scheme, template etc....change my writing style too, shorter lines, shorter posts:)  But then I thought about it and decided no I wouldn't do any of those things (well I might do one day but not because of). Why? Because if I did, and if we all did, we'd all be the same and that wouldn't do at all. There's room for everyone and that's what keeps it interesting. Still, I was definitely impressed with what I saw so if you detect any subtle or, worse, unsubtle, changes in my online behaviour give me a quick slap (metaphorically that is) and restore me to my default style.

Having said all that I don't have a spanking to report. Sigh. So I'm reproducing a story I posted a few years back, it's set in a time gone by, in a large country household with domestic staff, lady of the house and of course master of the house, titled naturally. It's old fashioned stuff, but not any less erotic for that:-    


Lady Barclay stood in front of her husband's desk, it was huge as befitted a man of his station. Lord Barclay sat the other side, upright, stern, finished signing some papers before placing them in a drawer, desk top clear save the small black and white portrait of the two of them on their wedding day. He looked up at his wife, she was still in her jodhpurs after her morning ride, she was a handsome woman, make any man proud he'd often thought, but he would not have her usurping his authority or abusing the privileges her position as his wife afforded.

''Penelope,'' he said, a bad sign as Penny was his preference, ''I've called you to my study because I've heard reports that yesterday an incident occurred with one of the grooms, the new boy, Tobias I believe, and that you saw fit to intervene on my behalf and take certain disciplinary action. Would you care to elucidate?'' Lady Barclay shifted uneasily from foot to foot, dinner had passed uneventful last night, their guests had gone, she'd thought of the incident as private, she doubted if the boy Tobias would have raised the matter, perhaps then one of her friends had tittered innocently to her husband and he had seen fit to inform Lord Barclay. No matter for now, it was done and an honest answer was required. Lord Barclay's study was no place for untruths; she had learned before their marriage, in their courting period when she'd had her backside reddened more than once, that her husband to be was not a man to trifle with.

Lady Barclay summarised the incident, making sure everything she said was true but not recounting everything which had taken place, she had no idea how much her husband already knew. There had been an incident with the new boy, Mr Stevens had reported it to her and that he had refused discipline, she had decided the matter was serious and in her husband's absence to have the boy brought before her, confront him with dismissal or a summary flogging from her, the latter of which he had reluctantly accepted.

''I'd heard as much, Penelope, and it's as well you've told me candidly. But you know there are strict rules in this household, they are in place for the benefit of us all and I won't have you going off and flouting them. You know well enough that Stevens is permitted to administer spankings at certain levels, but other than that staff are referred to me unconditionally where corporal punishment is required.'' He spoke as he rose and turned away from his desk to the walnut cabinet in the corner of his study, where he kept a small selection of canes.''I'm going to thrash you for undermining my authority as master of this house,'' he removed a straight cane with a bound leather handle and closed the cabinet door,''and I hope it will make you think twice before taking matters into your own hands again.''

Lord Barclay turned from the cabinet and faced his wife.''You know the procedure, madam, across my desk if you will.'' Penelope felt her stomach somersault and her knees weaken as her husband approached. She lowered herself until the smooth polished edge of the desk nudged into the tops of her thighs and then stretched fully across, reaching the opposite edge with her fingers and pulling herself as far as she could. Her high waisted jodhpurs moulded to the womanly globes of her bottom, accentuating the fullness of her cheeks and separating them provocatively. Under different circumstances her husband could have been inclined to mount her but he had very different responsibilities to perform, no less intense but certainly more painful. For his wife at least.

She felt his hand rest briefly on the small of her back pressing her further against the wood and inlaid leather of the desk. ''Relax your legs, let your weight fall into the desk top,'' her husband ordered. She responded, knowing that as soon as he saw her thigh and buttock muscles release he would lay on the first stroke, she went to say something in mitigation of what she'd done but the dreadful swishing sound of the cane in flight told her she was too late. She gasped as the initial sting registered, the shock temporarily anaesthetising her from the pain, long enough for the second stroke to land wickedly close, followed by the deep burn overlapping from the first stroke, causing her to cry out from the shock of pain invading her flesh and fear of what was to come. Four more strokes followed in rapid succession and had her squirming against the solid desk, her knuckles white from her grip on the far edge, determined not to rise until told.

''Get up, madam, turn and face me.'' his voice was flat, he stood barely a pace away, cane resting across his hands.''Head up, let me see that pretty face.'' She looked him squarely in the face, her eyes were moist, hers legs quivering from the after shock of the beating, she desperately wanted to rub or to move around or both.

''Now, Penelope, have you omitted anything about the incident which happened yesterday, anything you may have forgotten or considered unimportant, hardly worth the telling?'' Oh God she felt weak, how could he possibly know? Did he know? Was he bluffing to test her? She couldn't imagine that any of her friends would have betrayed her knowingly, and surely the boy would not have complained about the lewd act she'd made him perform. ''Sir, everything I've told you was true I swear it.'' she said.

''That was not my question and you know it,'' Lord Barclay's tone indicated some impatience, ''my question invited you to make a clean breast of things. Is it not true that you had your friends in attendance when the incident was reported, and is it not true that you allowed them to witness your interrogation and subsequent punishment of the boy from the open door of the adjoining room?'' ''And is it not true, madam, that you humiliated the boy in addition to the thrashing you meted out, by probing his sexual experience making him answer questions totally unrelated to the matter at hand? In order to amuse, titillate and show off in front of your friends?'' His cane was tapping impatiently against his thigh, his temper was up, that she could see. But mercifully it seemed he was unaware of the act she'd had the boy carry out so exquisitely in his innocence and naivety.

''It is true, husband, but I beg you to see it not in the worst light, my thought was to act swiftly to uphold the discipline you have always so evenly maintained, it was a matter of expedience to remove my guests to the next room, their amusement or otherwise was of no concern to me. The questions I subjected the boy to were just to take him down a peg as he exhibited a most unseemly pride, even after his thrashing, almost challenging to my perception.''
''All the more reason then, madam, for you to leave such business to me. But from what I've heard the afternoon was more of an entertainment than you would have me know. I will not have my staff so abused. Nor will I have my wife conceal or withhold information from me. Lower your breeches Penelope, I believe you caned the boy twice, I shall cane you twice also and you shall receive your second caning on the bare, it will deepen both sting and humiliation and be a lasting lesson to you.''

Lady Barclay hadn't the stomach or conviction to further argue her case, she had erred, she should be grateful the full extent of her corruption was apparently not known. She unfastened and lowered her jodhpurs, turned and prostrated herself without commotion. She heard him move close behind her and then his thumbs hooked into the waistband of her satin knickers. ''These too, madam, when I say on the bare I mean it.'' She shuddered as they were pulled down roughly to her thighs, then the tail of her silk shirt flipped up over her waist causing a brief whisper of cool air. She sensed her husband stand aside, she whimpered instinctively anticipating what was to come and then the white hot streak of pain seared into her flesh this time atop the welts she'd already earned, and she cried out. The second stroke landed mid cry, it swiftness and severity shocking every sense she had and twisting her cry into a grotesque guttural scream which resonated with wild fluctuations through three further strokes when he paused, allowing his wife time to recover her senses and absorb the collective pain which was undoubtedly suffusing through every nerve in her writhing derriere. He relished for a brief moment the prospect of spearing that lush and sensuous part of his wife's anatomy, the ultimate mastery he mused briefly.

''Penelope, I trust you'll remember this the next time you're tempted to take matters inappropriately into your own hands for the spectacle and amusement of your friends.'' Lady Barclay was sobbing with great heaving breaths, her tears flowing freely, before she could muster a contrite response her husband delivered the final stroke of the cane, landing wickedly across the lower fleshiest parts of her cheeks. Lady Barclay's 'yes sir...' mutated into a piercing unintelligible scream as the pain from this harshest stroke further outraged her livid senses. Lord Barclay watched as the quivering bottom, now purple and red, recovered from the stroke, the flesh refilling the indent caused by his cane, his wife's scream subsided to heavy sobs and gulping breaths, he walked to the corner cabinet and replaced the cane shutting the door with a precise clip and then strode to the leather winged chair where he sat heavily, an action his wife was unlikely to be doing for some time.

Penelope had not looked up but she knew it was over, she lay sobbing, her face wet against the tears which had collected on the green leather inlay of the desk. ''When you're ready, madam, you may get up and restore your modesty, I shall order tea for us in the drawing room but first you will attend to me as my wife and we shall put behind us this unfortunate matter. Penelope heard the fly on her husband's twill trouser unzip and the leather chair creak as he adjusted position. She stood slowly, her bottom flesh was tight, it felt swollen and raging from the assault, she bent to retrieve her knickers and breeches, winced as she pulled the delicate satin into place and then spluttered into renewed sobbing as the unyielding fabric of her jodhpurs, now two sizes too small, encased her buttocks in their own heat after a painful struggle to re fit them. She stood a while. When she turned to her husband she was crying and sniffling spasmodically, her face flushed and shiny on one side from the pool of tears on the desk. Lord Barclay thought she looked magnificent, she had learned her lesson he was quite sure, and now she would demonstrate her contrition and acquiescence.

When Lady Barclay knelt at her husband's lap and released his manhood from the confines of the heavy material it lunged forward, the purple cock head glistening, drops of pearly pre cum rolling from its eye. Penelope stretched painfully forward and took it dutifully, submissively, perhaps even gratefully, between her lips whilst her husband tenderly wiped away the tears which trailed down her cheeks.

Have a good week.

Ronnie
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Nurse Cross Caned

Wouldn't like to be his nurse.

Have a fun weekend.

Ronnie

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Pictures from Discipline Domestique.

Feather Duster

I've warned you several times about the state of the house,

Melissa.

Now I'm going to demonstrate quite another use for that

feather duster which is clearly under-used elsewhere...

...and I think you'll find my application of it will make more

of an impression than yours...

...on your bottom at least!

Let that be a lesson to you.

Now go and return that uniform to the maid's room and get

dressed for dinner, our guests will be arriving soon.

Now where did I put my maids outfit and feather duster :)

Ronnie

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Sorry, not sure where I got the photos from.

Working Girls II

P was telling me the other day that one of our clients has just acquired one of those old British red telephone boxes to put in his new restaurant, I don't know if he's going to put a phone it or if it's just decor. Not sure where he got it but there aren't many around in public use these days, I reckon they'll become collectors items if not already.

It reminded me of an old post on working girls advertising their varied services in the telephone boxes in London, they used to stick their business cards in the booths.

Here's another selection of their 'business cards'

Wonder where they advertise now.

Ronnie

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Mrs Barker is disciplined

As school secretaries go Mrs. Barker was exemplary but she had taken on a position with a high salary, high expectations and high level of personal discipline which she repeatedly failed to achieve.

The penalty was a trip to her headmaster's office where she was subjected to a sound bottom warming from the headmaster's cane.....a situation which occurred with alarming frequency.

Not unusually would her bottom be tenderised two or even three times in the same week.....

...and she amazed her headmaster with her stoic bravery, presenting herself for correction without complaint and always immaculately turned out...

The Head showed no fear or favour, punishing his secretary quite as severely as he would any naughty senior girl and sending her back to her office, frequently teary eyed, after he'd dealt with her.

Andrew Barker had initially had doubts about offering his wife the position of school secretary but her presence certainly added colour to his week, not to mention her bottom, and their domestic life had never been better!

Ronnie

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Discipline without spanking?

Is it possible? I mean I'm not for shouting, but I have to admit a certain amount often accompanies a spanking, not from P you understand but from me. I can lose the shouting, sometimes, but discipline without the spanking?

Ronnie

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Size matters

Size doesn't matter, or so we're always hearing, it's how you use the size you have that matters.

Maybe. But in certain circumstances I'm certain size could matter a lot, at least to me, mentally and most likely physically too.

Yesterday I went into Birmingham and met my old friend Jen for a couple of hours girl time, lunch and some shopping. I noticed Anne Summers had a sale on, it's not a place I frequent honestly because a lot of their stuff looks iffy, but I'm feeling a tad under-disciplined of late, due mainly to our son being back home, and my thoughts are laced with naughtiness. They say men have a sex related thought about every 2 minutes (by all means correct me on that if I'm wrong), I don't think women have the same kind of thoughts or the same frequency but they definitely have them, at least if I'm anything to go by.

Anyway after Jen and I headed our separate ways, I called into Anne Summers on the way back to the station and they had some 20'' wooden rulers at half price. Now I already have a 15'' ruler which I got from Coco de Mer in London and I've been taught a lesson on more than one occasion, but what would P say if I told him I didn't think his lessons had been entirely effective and I thought an extra 5'' might help him correct me.

Well I'd say he'd think I was being cheeky after he'd figured out what I was talking about. And provocative. And asking for trouble, which would not be a million miles from the truth.

When I get it I'll know if size really does make that much difference, and I'll let you know of course.

Ronnie

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PS Coco de Mer says 'Teach Me a Lesson' on the flip side, Anne Summers just says plain 'Spank Me'. I rather like both.

Culture, History & Discipline

Yesterday I got an email from Peter Jones, he's the solicitor in London who spanks women, I was surprised to see his name in my inbox but when I opened it I realised it was generated by his website and sent to all who'd registered with him, which I did a while back.

The email contained a video clip from Youtube entitled 'Helena Bonham-Carter gets birched', which I though was fair enough if that's her taste, so I clicked it and it's a lovely little extract from what is obviously a decent period production based on the Tudors, Bonham-Carter plays the unfortunate Lady Jane Grey, she does indeed get birched and goodness me I should think it smarted, obviously English discipline originated way before those wickedly corrupt Victorians turned it into an art form.

Poor Lady Jane, she was dealt with rather severely, I was hoping Patrick Stewart might carry out the discipline he's got such a lovely deep authoritative voice. 

Lady Jane, sometimes referred to as the Nine Day Queen, ruled England 10 July 1553 - 19 July 1553, she was tried with others for high treason on 13 November 1553 and eventually executed on 12 February 1554 at the age of seventeen. 

(Thanks to Lady_Karen_Rebel for pointing out a serious historical error in my previous post, I took the information from Youtube incorrectly. Thanks Karen)

Ronnie

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Too lenient

"James I can hardly believe that within minutes of me disciplining you, your beastly manthing, which got you in trouble in the first place, appears to be misbehaving again.''

''Clearly I've been too lenient with you, a matter I'm about to remedy........''



What's good for the goose and all that, not my own preference to switch but I can relate to this sketch and I think the poor man's evident excitement in spite of his wife's efforts is a lovely reason for an extra spanking. I love it when P feels me after a spanking and decides oh I must have enjoyed that waaaaaay too much and then puts me over his knee again to wipe the cat-that-got-the -cream smile off my face. Of course most of the time it only increases the eventual pleasure later so I really can't lose

Ronnie
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Lady Barclay / Discipline is for the Master

Lady Barclay stood in front of her husband's desk, it was huge as befitted a man of his station. Lord Barclay sat the other side, upright, stern, finished signing some papers before placing them in a drawer, desk top clear save the small black and white portrait of the two of them on their wedding day. He looked up at his wife, she was still in her jodhpurs after her morning ride, she was a handsome woman, make any man proud he'd often thought, but he would not have her usurping his authority or abusing the privileges her position as his wife afforded.

''Penelope,'' he said, a bad sign as Penny was his preference, ''I've called you to my study because I've heard reports that yesterday an incident occurred with one of the grooms, the new boy, Tobias I believe, and that you saw fit to intervene on my behalf and take certain disciplinary action. Would you care to elucidate?'' Lady Barclay shifted uneasily from foot to foot, dinner had passed uneventful last night, their guests had gone, she'd thought of the incident as private, she doubted if the boy Tobias would have raised the matter, perhaps then one of her friends had tittered innocently to her husband and he had seen fit to inform Lord Barclay. No matter for now, it was done and an honest answer was required. Lord Barclay's study was no place for untruths; she had learned before their marriage, in their courting period when she'd had her backside reddened more than once, that her husband to be was not a man to trifle with.

Lady Barclay summarised the incident, making sure everything she said was true but not recounting everything which had taken place, she had no idea how much her husband already knew. There had been an incident with the new boy, Mr Stevens had reported it to her and that he had refused discipline, she had decided the matter was serious and in her husband's absence to have the boy brought before her, confront him with dismissal or a summary flogging from her, the latter of which he had reluctantly accepted.

''I'd heard as much, Penelope, and it's as well you've told me candidly. But you know there are strict rules in this household, they are in place for the benefit of us all and I won't have you going off and flouting them. You know well enough that Stevens is permitted to administer spankings at certain levels, but other than that staff are referred to me unconditionally where corporal punishment is required.'' He spoke as he rose and turned away from his desk to the walnut cabinet in the corner of his study, where he kept a small selection of canes.''I'm going to thrash you for undermining my authority as master of this house,'' he removed a straight cane with a bound leather handle and closed the cabinet door,''and I hope it will make you think twice before taking matters into your own hands again.''

Lord Barclay turned from the cabinet and faced his wife.''You know the procedure, madam, across my desk if you will.'' Penelope felt her stomach somersault and her knees weaken as her husband approached. She lowered herself until the smooth polished edge of the desk nudged into the tops of her thighs and then stretched fully across, reaching the opposite edge with her fingers and pulling herself as far as she could. Her high waisted jodhpurs moulded to the womanly globes of her bottom, accentuating the fullness of her cheeks and separating them provocatively. Under different circumstances her husband could have been inclined to mount her but he had very different responsibilities to perform, no less intense but certainly more painful. For his wife at least.

She felt his hand rest briefly on the small of her back pressing her further against the wood and inlaid leather of the desk. ''Relax your legs, let your weight fall into the desk top,'' her husband ordered. She responded, knowing that as soon as he saw her thigh and buttock muscles release he would lay on the first stroke, she went to say something in mitigation of what she'd done but the dreadful swishing sound of the cane in flight told her she was too late. She gasped as the initial sting registered, the shock temporarily anaesthetising her from the pain, long enough for the second stroke to land wickedly close, followed by the deep burn overlapping from the first stroke, causing her to cry out from the shock of pain invading her flesh and fear of what was to come. Four more strokes followed in rapid succession and had her squirming against the solid desk, her knuckles white from her grip on the far edge, determined not to rise until told.

''Get up, madam, turn and face me.'' his voice was flat, he stood barely a pace away, cane resting across his hands.''Head up, let me see that pretty face.'' She looked him squarely in the face, her eyes were moist, hers legs quivering from the after shock of the beating, she desperately wanted to rub or to move around or both.

''Now, Penelope, have you omitted anything about the incident which happened yesterday, anything you may have forgotten or considered unimportant, hardly worth the telling?'' Oh God she felt weak, how could he possibly know? Did he know? Was he bluffing to test her? She couldn't imagine that any of her friends would have betrayed her knowingly, and surely the boy would not have complained about the lewd act she'd made him perform. ''Sir, everything I've told you was true I swear it.'' she said.

''That was not my question and you know it,'' Lord Barclay's tone indicated some impatience, ''my question invited you to make a clean breast of things. Is it not true that you had your friends in attendance when the incident was reported, and is it not true that you allowed them to witness your interrogation and subsequent punishment of the boy from the open door of the adjoining room?''

''And is it not true, madam, that you humiliated the boy in addition to the thrashing you meted out, by probing his sexual experience making him answer questions totally unrelated to the matter at hand? In order to amuse, titillate and show off in front of your friends?'' His cane was tapping impatiently against his thigh, his temper was up, that she could see. But mercifully it seemed he was unaware of the act she'd had the boy carry out so exquisitely in his innocence and naivety.

''It is true, husband, but I beg you to see it not in the worst light, my thought was to act swiftly to uphold the discipline you have always so evenly maintained, it was a matter of expedience to remove my guests to the next room, their amusement or otherwise was of no concern to me. The questions I subjected the boy to were just to take him down a peg as he exhibited a most unseemly pride, even after his thrashing, almost challenging to my perception.''

''All the more reason then, madam, for you to leave such business to me. But from what I've heard the afternoon was more of an entertainment than you would have me know. I will not have my staff so abused. Nor will I have my wife conceal or withhold information from me. Lower your breeches Penelope, I believe you caned the boy twice, I shall cane you twice also and you shall receive your second caning on the bare, it will deepen both sting and humiliation and be a lasting lesson to you.''

Lady Barclay hadn't the stomach or conviction to further argue her case, she had erred, she should be grateful the full extent of her corruption was apparently not known. She unfastened and lowered her jodhpurs, turned and prostrated herself without commotion. She heard him move close behind her and then his thumbs hooked into the waistband of her satin knickers. ''These too, madam, when I say on the bare I mean it.'' She shuddered as they were pulled down roughly to her thighs, then the tail of her silk shirt flipped up over her waist causing a brief whisper of cool air. She sensed her husband stand aside, she whimpered instinctively anticipating what was to come and then the white hot streak of pain seared into her flesh this time atop the welts she'd already earned, and she cried out. The second stroke landed mid cry, it swiftness and severity shocking every sense she had and twisting her cry into a grotesque guttural scream which resonated with wild fluctuations through three further strokes when he paused, allowing his wife time to recover her senses and absorb the collective pain which was undoubtedly suffusing through every nerve in her writhing derriere. He relished for a brief moment the prospect of spearing that lush and sensuous part of his wife's anatomy, the ultimate mastery he mused briefly.

''Penelope, I trust you'll remember this the next time you're tempted to take matters inappropriately into your own hands for the spectacle and amusement of your friends.'' Lady Barclay was sobbing with great heaving breaths, her tears flowing freely, before she could muster a contrite response her husband delivered the final stroke of the cane, landing wickedly across the lower fleshiest parts of her cheeks. Lady Barclay's 'yes sir...' mutated into a piercing unintelligible scream as the pain from this harshest stroke further outraged her livid senses. Lord Barclay watched as the quivering bottom, now purple and red, recovered from the stroke, the flesh refilling the indent caused by his cane, his wife's scream subsided to heavy sobs and gulping breaths, he walked to the corner cabinet and replaced the cane shutting the door with a precise clip and then strode to the leather winged chair where he sat heavily, an action his wife was unlikely to be doing for some time.

Penelope had not looked up but she knew it was over, she lay sobbing, her face wet against the tears which had collected on the green leather inlay of the desk. ''When you're ready, madam, you may get up and restore your modesty, I shall order tea for us in the drawing room but first you will attend to me as my wife and we shall put behind us this unfortunate matter. Penelope heard the fly on her husband's twill trouser unzip and the leather chair creak as he adjusted position. She stood slowly, her bottom flesh was tight, it felt swollen and raging from the assault, she bent to retrieve her knickers and breeches, winced as she pulled the delicate satin into place and then spluttered into renewed sobbing as the unyielding fabric of her jodhpurs, now two sizes too small, encased her buttocks in their own heat after a painful struggle to re fit them. She stood a while. When she turned to her husband she was crying and sniffling spasmodically, her face flushed and shiny on one side from the pool of tears on the desk. Lord Barclay thought she looked magnificent, she had learned her lesson he was quite sure, and now she would demonstrate her contrition and acquiescence.

When Lady Barclay knelt at her husband's lap and released his manhood from the confines of the heavy material it lunged forward, the purple cock head glistening, drops of pearly pre cum rolling from its eye. Penelope stretched painfully forward and took it dutifully, submissively, perhaps even gratefully, between her lips whilst her husband tenderly wiped away the tears which trailed down her cheeks.

This is why Lord Barclay felt a need to discipline is wife.

Ronnie

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Discipline must be upheld

Hermione recently posted an interesting article about an English magazine which mentioned the whipping of young female servants in times gone by.
Here's a story, not really in sync with my regular posts but nevertheless you might like it. Have to point out its fiction, the focus is on a boy servant although the ladies are more than likely to get their bottoms warmed before the days out as you'll see.

I've made it a link as its a bit different rather than post the whole thing on this page. Enjoy.

Ronnie
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Working Girls

So what's this got to do with telephone boxes you ask?Well it was taken from one of those lovely old British red telephone boxes, along with lots of other buisness cards from girls advertising various.. er.. stress relief services.

The phone boxes are almost non existent these days, being replaced with modern plastic bubbles and mobiles of course, but I found an article which showed loads of different cards which had been taken from the old boxes, I just chose a few of them.


Apparently contact cleaning staff and repair men used to turn a blind eye to the cards, which were taped or blu-tacked to the wooden board which the payphone was mounted on.



Here's a selection of them below:-





I couldn't help thinking what would I put on my card if I was so minded as to want to place one and I came up with this, with the help of photo-ed.

I showed the card I made to P, he laughed. ''They're supposed to pay you, not you pay them,'' he said.

Oh dear, I wouldn't make much money. But then there's the job satisfaction............



Ronnie

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Discipline must be upheld

The pic doesn't quite go with the story, it's the nearest I could find.

Discipline must be upheld

......after our wonderful ride through the estate we returned to the house for afternoon tea.

Penelope, Lady Barclay, told us that the Butler, Mr Stevens, had asked to see her regarding a matter of discipline and it was agreed he would come to the drawing room at 4pm to explain his problem. We were still taking tea when I heard footsteps followed by a knock on the door and Lady Barclay motioned us to stay as we were as she called for the visitor to enter, whereupon the door was opened by the tall elegant Mr Stevens accompanied by a younger man, whom I had seen recently around the estate but did not know his name, wearing riding breeches and boots. The younger man was told to wait and Mr Stevens came in, turned and quietly closed the tall door behind him. He approached Lady Barclay and she beckoned him to sit, which he did with a thank you my lady and a polite nod in acknowledgement of us.

Lady Barclay bade him divest himself of whatever matter was troubling him so much as to require an audience, not to mind our presence in the slightest but to speak plainly and she would give her earnest attention. Well the matter took but a short time to describe and it seemed that the young man standing outside the drawing room, Tobias by name and new to the household by only a few weeks, had taken the master's favourite stallion for a gallop as a dare from one of the other staff, an expressly forbidden action which called for an immediate corporal discipline which would certainly by now have been carried out had the master been at home. However he was not and when Mr Stevens had quite correctly, as Butler to the household, told Tobias he was to report to the servants' hall for a thrashing which would be administered by him, the boy had refused. Mr Stevens wanted the matter addressed as good discipline was central to the proper running of all large households and to challenge it was unheard of.

Lady Barclay understood immediately, thanked Mr Stevens for his diligence in bringing the matter so swiftly to her attention and told him to return to his duties, instructing the defiant Tobias to remain outside the door and await her call. To us she turned and told us with a smile that we were to have our afternoon tea somewhat enlivened by a little entertainment but we were to remove ourselves to the adjoining room, leaving the door ajar sufficiently to witness what was to follow. She then called for Tobias to enter the room, close the door behind him and approach her. He was handsome lad, I could see that now, proud and tall with thick black hair and a firm gaze, about twenty I would have said. Lady Barclay began by introducing herself as mistress of the household, although she had no doubt he had seen her about and knew who she was, they had not formally met during the few weeks he had been there. She told him Mr Stevens had outlined the occurrences of earlier that day and she was in no doubt that the young man deserved punishment for taking the master's stallion and, more particularly, for refusing discipline. There were no compromises, the household had run happily for generations on good discipline, service and respect, and there was no question of it being allowed to break down. Lady Barclay laid down the law and then told him he had a choice, it would be given once and once only. He could leave, collect his pay and belongings and be gone within 24 hours or he could accept the same authority which applied to all other members of staff and those before them, accept his punishment and remain and take his place in the household with pride and dignity.

There was no question Tobias wanted to stay in his position and he told Lady Barclay so. ''Very well, you will submit to whatever I decide to settle today's matter but, if at any time in the future you refuse discipline, you will leave and never return. Do you agree to these terms?" I saw him think for a few seconds but I knew he would agree, he would have been foolish not to.” I do wish to stay", he said in a surly manner.

Then Lady Barclay got up and walked to the window, standing at the heavy mahogany desk where her husband kept his papers. She turned to Tobias as she opened the top drawer and withdrew a long rattan cane with a curved handle. She sat against the edge of the desk and told Tobias she was going to teach him a lesson and that he was to address her as Ma'am. She then asked him if he had ever been caned before though by the look on his ashen face it was clear he had not. ''No.... Ma'am'' he said, which seemed to Lady Barclay's satisfaction as she nodded approvingly. Administering a virgin caning was quite an event, I could still remember my own, and especially with so handsome and defiant a young man to discipline. I have to say we girls were getting quite excited.

Penelope then summoned Tobias over to her and ordered him to bend across the desk, stretching to grip the far edge with both hands. His breeches, which were stretched taut across his well muscled bum, would be scant protection against what was to come. Lady Barclay positioned herself to the left of Tobias and without further ado raised her arm and brought the cane down several times in quick succession across both cheeks. "WHIPPP!!", CRACKKK!!", "WHIPPP!!", CRACKKK!!" her strokes rained down until the poor young man had received a dozen and his bum must have been stinging like the very devil. Penelope Barclay stood back contemplating her work, the last 3 lines of the cane still showing as indents against the seat of Tobias's breeches. ''Well boy,'' she said, ''how did your first flirtation with your mistress's cane suit you?'' Tobias went as if to get up but she bade him answer from his prostrate position.’ I didn't like it, Ma'am, it hurt,'' he replied his voice less steady than it had been. ''As it should, Sir'' said Lady Barclay, ''and now you will resume your grip and I shall give you your second twelve.''

The poor boy's face you should have seen it! He must have been horrified and we saw his muscles tense as he stiffened his resolve and gripped the desk obediently as Lady Barclay moved closer and administered a further dozen good stokes to the boy who this time cried aloud and writhed uselessly against the desk at each one. At the end she told him sharply to get up and turn around, as she moved back to her armchair and sat, resting the cane against the arm.

Tobias rose stiffly and turned slowly, looking down to avoid the eyes of the woman who had just brought him close to tears, but Lady Barclay would have none of it, she knew well enough the perfect time to press her advantage. She told the boy to look up and stand straight as a handsome young man should and asked him if he had ever had been with any of the girls. Tobias must have wondered if this was some prelude to another caning and he hesitated, but Lady Barclay pressed him and he answered yes. And had he been between their legs, she continued, to which Tobias nodded. Lady Barclay then told Tobias to get on the floor on all fours and approach her, she asked him if he had ever served a girl for her pleasure not just his own, but the confused look on Tobias's face was enough of an answer. She smiled and asked him if he had ever watched a cat licking cream and he told her he had as he stopped on all fours at her knee.

''Good'', said her ladyship as she lifted the folds of her gown, ''then you shall be the cat and you shall learn how to serve your mistress after a beating, and it will be a lesson you will thank her for in the years to come. Now bury your head under my silks, right into the warm wetness between my legs and show your mistress how grateful you are''. And for the next several minutes we watched fascinated, our hands between our legs, as the boy's head moved hesitantly at first under the layers of silk, his tight bum receiving the occasional whack to urge him on, and Penelope's moans growing louder as she moved lower in her seat and placed a hand on the ball which was Tobias's head, pushing him harder against her until her crescendo approached and she used both hands to hold his head firm as she rode his face to a resounding orgasm.


When she allowed the boy up he was dishevelled, flushing furiously, his face glistening from his mistress's spend, the bulge to the front of his breeches not escaping the eye of Lady Barclay. ''Now, Tobias, you have been punished and put in your place and made to serve your mistress most intimately too. This incident will remain between us but you may rest assured I shall deal with you no less severely if there are further occasions requiring my attention. You may go now.'' And he was dismissed without another word.

Later, at dinner time, when our menfolk had returned from the hunt, we all went in to the dining hall and were served by silent respectful servants to an excellent meal. Lady Barclay spoke openly of the earlier 'entertainment', omitting the boy's introduction to cunnilingus of course. She said she was sure the gentlemen would have commended her handling of the situation and that in any case she felt we ladies had all appreciated seeing discipline upheld.

Truth be known Penelope had been acting beyond her authority, we had enjoyed ourselves considerably more than we should have, and we were all hoping it would not be long before we would be on the receiving end of some aristocratic discipline ourselves.

Ronnie

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