The Conservatory Girl


Sometimes a delight.

Sometimes a pain in the arse!

More often than not, a pain in theirs!

My dear daughter Charlotte for instance, most of the time she is the type of girl you want to show off to family and friends. A girl to be proud of. Funny, intelligent, polite and pretty. But at other times she just cannot help herself.  I sometimes ask myself if she gets in trouble on purpose, just to get the slipper!

Take the other day for instance. I left her in the house alone, with instructions to be a good girl, and tidy the house. fair enough, she had tidied up, the house looked lovely.


Behind our house live two teenage boys  good looking boys, and a couple of doors away lives  this man, a Mr Jones, he is nice, a little odd at times, but always a gentleman. I have noticed that all three seem to spend a lot of time in the back bedrooms of their houses, almost as if they are looking into my conservatory.

Now in between the two afore mentioned houses is the epitomy of a ‘Mrs Busybody’! The type of woman who misses nothing. Mrs. Wimpole,  (yes the name suits her!)

She has told me that my daughter exposes herself in the conservatory. Of course I told her not to be silly, but all the same, it would explain why the two boys and the man look wouldn’t it?

Anyway, I dismissed it as just being her causing trouble.

But alas, I was wrong.

It seems that after tidying up, naughty Charlotte had time on her hands. And as the saying goes…’the devil makes work for idle hands!’

It seems she wandered into the conservatory and saw the two boys and Mr Jones looking again.

It seems that all three were there, waiting for a regular show!

By all accounts she walked around in a provocative way, making it obvious she knew that they were looking.

Then! Can you believe it, she sits in the wicker chair and starts to masturbate! Taking her time and toying with them.

After talking to all concerned it appears she used a cushion to rub herself against whilst they looked. And don’t forget, she is in her school uniform!

Wiggling her bottom at them, both in her large white school knickers, and without!

I have no idea this is going on, of course. But who should decide to have a look out of the window? Mrs. Wimpole.

Without further ado she rings me as I am driving home, and tells me.

She even threatened to call the police!

I assured her that all was well and that I was only two minutes away. I was so angry!

I pulled up a little down the road and stormed up to the back door, and sure enough, there she was!

I could hear her moans as I approached, so I would not be at all surprised if my neighbours on both sides had been listening too. I was so embarrassed.

I stood in shock, I could hardly believe my eyes!

There she was, close to orgasm, rubbing the pillow with her pussy very hard and fast!

I stood for a few seconds and coughed loudly!

She turned in absolute shock. Obviously the two boys, Mr Jones, and Mrs. Wimpole could all see, and they all laughed uproariously as she was caught. Mrs Wimpole even clapped in delight!

To make matters worse, MUCH WORSE! she shouted…

“Oh fucking hell, it’s my Daddy!”

So loudly too, the laughter reached a new crescendo.

She started to pull her school panties up, in desperation, and some stupid idea of modesty!

I told her not to even think about doing so!










Time to Pay

The lady on the cover is Monica, she has a great interest in justice and discipline.

Many was the time she had had a conversation with a friend and discovered that something from the past was gnawing away at them. After one such evening with friends, an idea entered her mind as she tried to get to sleep…

“just imagine if there were girls out there who would love to be punished for a past misdeed, to rid their mind of it.” was the thought in her mind as she drifted to sleep.

She was quite well off, she ran her own interior design business, commanded a good salary, and had lots of excuses for trips out here and there.  She spent time over the next weeks finding an office to rent and when she did, she furnished it.

She used her skills and free time getting the office ready, an office where her idea would come to fruition.

When is was ‘just so’, she went home, and went to bed, to lie there thinking of how to say exactly what she wanted to. This was her way of sorting things out, she once more drifted to sleep with ideas of discipline in her mind.

The next day she went on line and put an advert in a national newspaper. It read as follows…

Ladies Only

Do you have a misdeed from your past lurking in your mind, stopping you sleep? Would admitting it to me, and receiving physical punishment for it help? If so reply in STRICTEST confidence to box number 81151

Mistress Monica

The following Wednesday morning on her way to work she picked up the newspaper and there it was, would anyone read it? Would anyone ever reply?

Unbeknown to her, a girl name Charlene purchased a copy of the paper and sat down on her train as she travelled to work. She got to the page and read the advert, her hands trembled slightly. She closed the paper quickly and put it down on the table.

Seconds later she picked it up again, and one phrase in particular slipped into her brain, and never went away. ‘Physical punishment’…

She knew what it meant, and for the rest of the day she could not concentrate.

That night she went on line and replied to the advert.

Her reply was short…

“I have a worry on my mind from over ten years ago, I was evil to a girl at school, she almost had a nervous breakdown. I need to be punished for it. I want the thought to go away.”

A few short notes went back and forth, and within a week she found herself at Mistress Monica’s Office. She climbed the stairs and knocked on the door, precisely on time. “Come in.” said a crisp, strict voice.

She opened the door and walked in to what looked like a classroom. The lady was sat at a desk and did not look up. She knew instinctively to go to her, and with her heart beating she began to walk between school desks and up to Mistress Monica…

Charlene walked to the desk and introduced herself to Mistress Monica. Conversation was short and sweet, it was soon quite obvious that she was not here to make a new friend.

“I am not interested in you life story, or in sympathising with your troubled mind Charlene. The simple fact is that you have something troubling you, and the only way to give you peace is to punish you as someone should have done years ago. Then you can go on your way, I am not your Domme as such, I am here to listen, pass judgement, and execute the punishment, is that clear?”

Charlene felt quite nervous and intimidated, but also knew that it was exactly what she wanted to hear and how she wanted to feel at this moment. Meekly she answered. “Yes Mistress.”

Monica nodded in satisfaction and told her to tell her story, clearly and without rambling.

Taking a deep breath she began…

“I left school ten years ago Mistress, and whilst I was there I bullied a girl, so badly that she went off ill, almost suffering a nervous breakdown. I caught her masturbating one day, and told her I was going to tell everyone unless she did as I said. It was only meant to last a day or two, but I enjoyed it so much it went on for two years. I made her lick my shoes, give me sweets, steal for me and… oh all the usual things a bully does….but…but”

Monica slapped the desk. “Spit it out!”

Almost in tears Charlene continued. “The last day I saw her I made her give me her knickers, and not wear any for the day. At the end of the day she came to me and I was waiting with my friends. I felt so big, showing off my little pet before them. I put her knickers on the floor and pissed on them, and then made her put them on! They all laughed as she did so crying. We followed her to the bus and just as she got on I told the passengers that she had wet herself and pulled her skirt up and knickers down. A lot of them laughed and she just broke down. She was so scared of me she never told her Mummy or the Teachers what had really happened. She just said she had wet herself, and sat down. I left school and never saw her again, she did not come back to school, she left and went to another.”

Monica stared at her in contempt, then looked at her book, which she had compiled over the last few weeks. She had listed all sorts of ideas and rated many crimes on a scale of 1 to 10, ten being the worst. “This in my view is a category eight offence. Strip naked before me!”

Monica had spent her money wisely on desks, a stool, a cane, some straps and plimsolls, along with an old briefcase and teachers table. Even the walls were decorated with erotic punishment, original art.  She wanted the room to look like a place to be punished.

The girl before her excited her, her first customer. To see her in her power, stripping naked thrilled her, especially as she could see her hands shaking. This is what she had always wanted, a woman to admit she needs punishment and to take it willingly. A woman to submit to her for whatever punishment she deemed fit.

But most of all it was being called ‘Mistress Monica’ that thrilled her and made her knickers moist.

From Charlene’s point of view, being made to strip naked before this powerful woman was perfect. She had needed to be punished for so long, and now it was going to happen. She could feel the eyes of Mistress Monica looking at her, and it almost made her drip.

As she turned to her Mistress naked, she realised that she had placed a school uniform on the desk beside her.

Mistress Monica spoke to her sternly once more. “Put this uniform on Charlene, you committed your crime at school, it only seems fitting you should be dressed as a schoolgirl again when you are punished. I am going to give you twelve of the best, with the cane, on your bare bottom.”

Charlene shuddered…

Mistress Monica passed the uniform piece by piece for Charlene to put on, starting with the white regulation size school knickers.

Charlene’s eyes widened as she saw them, they were exactly as she used to wear.

It was at this point that Charlene realised there might be more to her need to be punished than just putting a guilty conscience to rest.

Mistress Monica started to talk to her in a certain way, and it excited her.

“Now then you naughty girl, lets make you look smart for your punishment.”

She began to tug at her collars and straighten her dress. She found herself wishing and hoping that her Mistress would straighten her knickers. Which she thought to herself, would be quite damp.

Mistress Monica leaned over to pick up the cane, Charlene was transfixed and just could not take her eyes of the evil looking three foot piece of slender curved handled, pale yellow, flexible rattan, which swayed gently as Mistress pulled it towards herself.

Mistress Monica continued to talk to Charlene in her seductive, voice of authority…

She flexed the cane and looked directly into her eyes. Speaking slowly with a slight pause between almost every word.


…have been

…a very

…naughty girl Charlene

…haven’t you?”

Charlene was now shaking with a mixture of fear and sexual excitement. She replied as bravely as she could. “Yes Mistress.”

Mistress kept flexing the cane as she spoke. “You are going to bend over the stool, and present your naughty bottom for me as well as you can. I am then going to cane you without mercy. Twelve of the best, on your bare bottom.”

“yes Mistress”

Under the dreadful stare of Mistress Monica Charlene was ordered to go to the stool and bend over.

Charlene had butterflies in her tummy and felt quite sick, but managed to remain dignified and did as she was told. She bent over the stool as Mistress Monica instructed.

She felt very vulnerable and embarrassed.

Yet strangely, her feeling of excitement grew even more, she wanted her bottom to be the best her new Mistress had ever seen, and tried very hard to present it well.

Mistress Monica lifted Charlene’s school gymslip, and stood back to admire the naughty girls bottom in her regulation, tight, white, stretched school knickers.

…her bottom could not have looked more inviting!

This was the moment they had been waiting for, for different reasons.

Mistress spoke, “The first strokes are to be on your knickers.”

Mistress Monica had a girl in exactly the position she wanted. Bottom presented willingly, waiting for the cane,  she looked at the scene before her. Her pussy twitched as she lifted the cane for the first stroke and began to whistle it down. It cut through the air with a dreadful sound…

Charlene had held this guilt for ten years and more, finally she was going to pay for her vile younger self’s misdeeds. She pushed her bottom up, waiting. She heard the cane cut through the air, this was it!

                                                              Swiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiissh CRAAACK!!!!

The first stroke landed across the tight white school knickers with a terrible resounding crack. Her cheeks wobbled and Charlene screamed.

“Keep those hands in place you naughty girl!”

“Yes Miss Yes Miss I will, I’m sorry!”

Both were surprised.

Mistress Michelle found herself gritting her teeth and wanting to thrash those cheeks hard and fast with no mercy at all. Instantly she raised the cane again to bring it back down in almost the same place. Her eagerness and feeling of lust almost overtook her.

Charlene expected pain but nothing like this, it was like a hot sabre cut across both cheeks, instantly burning to a depth which surprised her. She put her hands straight back down to grip the stool as hard as she could and even as the pain was still increasing violently, another swipe of the rattan landed on her virgin rump.

She let out a mighty squeal


Fear and panic gripped Charlene as tight as her hands were holding the top of the stool and the bar between its legs.

After the second stroke and Charlene’s disgraceful lack of control, her Mistress said. “The next ten will be on the bare, brace yourself!”

She wanted to run, her heart was beating fast, she wanted to scream for mercy, yet… yet

…she wanted to feel it on the bare, she wanted to push her bare rump high into the air and show her Mistress what a wanton slut she was…

She replied loud and clear, “Yes Mistress, thrash my naughty bottom, show it no mercy, I need to be punished, thrash me…yesss, thrash me Mistress!”

Charlene gripped the stool on the bar between two of the legs and waited for Mistress to take hold of the elastic of her knickers. The feeling of submission grew as they began to slide down. The warm touch of her hands against her bottom excited her

The first stroke of the cane on her bare bottom made her scream, she gripped the stool as hard as she could. She imagined the girl whom she had bullied all those years ago was before her, watching. She shouted out loud…

“Owwwwwwwwwwwwwwwww I’m sorry Gilly, I’m so very sorry, I wish you were here to see me get my bottom caned, I am so very very sorry…sob”

Mistress Monica picked up on what she had called out. “So I presume Gilly is the girl’s name yes?”

“Yes Mistress.”

Then count them out and say sorry to her at each one until the end of your thrashing.

“Yes Mistress”

Mistress Monica picked up the pace then, and delivered the final eight strokes in quick succession…

WHACK! Five Mistress, I’m sorry Gilly!

WHACK! Six Mistress, I’m ….sob sob…sorry Gilly!

until the end…

THWACK!!! Twelve Mistress, I’m so very sorry Gilly!

Her cheeks wobbled and bucked at every stroke, but apart from losing her knickers and trying to reach back to stop the horrific strokes of the cane she got to the end of her thrashing, still on the stool with bottom presented. She squealed and wailed throughout, which satisfied Mistress Monica who felt that Gilly would be pleased with her afternoons work.

Mistress Monica told Charlene to straighten up and go to the corner of her punishment room.

The actual act of straightening up caused great distress to Charlene, as every stroke of the cane suddenly surged with new type of pain, a severe aching type of pain, on top of the burning cutting pain she already felt, she let out a cry of anguish.

“Don’t you dare rub that bottom young lady! Now lift your gymslip up, and get into the corner of my room, over there.”

Charlene began to cry, and struggled to walk, but she did as she was told and went gingerly to the corner of the room.

Charlene stood where she was told, and turned to seek approval, was she standing correctly?

“Face to the wall you naughty girl” Commanded Mistress Monica.

Note…the models were excellent but Charlene could not manage twelve hard strokes, hence only a few lines visible on her cheeks.

Charlene did as she was told and leaned slightly to the wall, in her ‘corner time’ position.

She hears Mistress Monica walk over and sit on the desk behind her. The thought of her sat so close excites her, and she does her very best to present her freshly caned bare bottom well.

She can hear her breathing get slowly deeper, then faster. Was that a little moan she had just heard?

Charlene listens, to her Mistress moving and sighing behind her.

She herself cannot stand still, her whole body moves in a gentle shake as she squeezes her thighs rhythmically together faster and faster. Her mistress is masturbating. It is so exciting to her.

A thought of her younger years ran through her mind. She recalled masturbating gently and softly in bed so her sisters did not hear. Her orgasms then were the best of her life almost. But stood here, on display, her bottom painful and sore, and her beautiful Mistress Monica just behind her fingering herself wildly was the single most erotic moment of her life. She could feel the gentle squeezes of her thighs bringing about a crecendo in her clitoris.

“Mistress?” She whispered.

“Yes my pet?” Sighed Mistress Monica, through gritted teeth.

“ There were other girls too that I bullied, so please will you punish me again sooooon….oh fuck I need to be punished often, spanked, caned, flogged, ohhh fuck me,  I’m cumming hard mistress!!”

The sound of this confession sent shock waves through the clitty of her Mistress as she rubbed. “Ohhhh ohhhhhh oh yes, yesss yesss I will my naughty little girl!”

Both had the orgasm of their lives, deliciously together.

Well! Mistress was so impressed with Charlene that a friendship flourished and blossomed into a lifestyle!

Within two months of her thrashing, Charlene was set on as Mistress Monica’s maid. Her submissive naughty maid!

Charlene will now narrate the tale:-


Do you like my uniform?

I love serving my Mistress in it.

She says she is planning a big surprise for me, but I have no idea what it is yet. I will tell you when I know.

I am trying hard in my new job, but it is difficult to please Mistress. Any little thing I do wrong is punished, usually by a spanking. This morning I was brushing the stairs and after her inspection, she found some crumbs.

I now have to wait at the very spot she found them, on my knees with my bare bottom presented, I do not know for how long. She says my naughty bottom must be on show a while and…sigh….if any of you want to give it a smack you can!

Charlene knows you are here, looking at her bottom as she works, but she dare not turn around, her Mistress might come and catch her you see.

If you remember, Mistress left her on show yesterday, with her bare bottom and pussy well presented to you, inviting as many smacks as you care to give her, she got many I hope!

Anyway, today her punishment continues, I will let her explain…

She carries on busily brushing. “Oh I am not going to be lax in doing this anymore, my naughty bottom go so many smacks yesterday from people using the stairs…sigh. Today she has made me do all…that’s ALL, the stairs again, with a tooth brush. I have been at it for ages…sulky sigh. My knees and back ache.”

Eventually Charlene got to the top of the stairs after her punishment  and wondered what to do.

The Devil makes work for idle hands, and with nothing to occupy her, she went into one of her favourite bedrooms. The red room, she loved the ambience in here, so seductive.

Before many minutes her knickers were down, and with a cushion strategically placed underneath her, she began to grind her pussy into it.

She felt and stroked her bottom.

She began to spank it as her orgasm began to creep up on her, her speed quickening.

Unfortunately for the hapless maid, the orgasm was not the only thing creeping up on her.

Mistress Monica decided to inspect the staircase, where the devil was the maid? Then she heard her moans, the bed springs, and of course, the smacks!

Stealthily Mistress crept up the stairs, she stood listening until the girl was close to orgasm…

Mistress Monica stood at the door to the ‘Red Room’ listening to the naughty maid masturbating, harder and harder. She could not believe her luck when,  just as the orgasm was about to arrive to her throbbing clitty, she shouted, quite loudly…”Oh Mistress Monica, spank me, spank me, I am such a naughty girl, Oh, ohh I need y-you Mistress, oh fuck, I, I ooooh”

She burst through the door.

“STOP! Instantly, you naughty, naughty girl!”

Charlene rocked back and forth, “but ooooh but, but, oh fuck, but…”

“I said stop…NOW!”

The orgasm teetered on the edge of ecstasy, and stayed, she was almost in convulsions.

Mistress Monica walked up to the bed, “Get on all fours now, and get your dirty little pussy off my pillow!”

Charlene was in a dither, “Yes Mistress, yes…oh Mistress, please let me…”

Mistress Monica spoke clearly and clinically. “Stop moving.”

Charlene froze, denying what could have been the orgasm of her life…

Mistress Monica watched the girl suffering, trying to stop the orgasm from her masturbation as instructed. She knew that this spanking was just what the girl wanted, and that is why she let her get so close before bursting in to stop her cumming.

She knew that if she talked to her in just the right way, and spanked her just at the right intensity, then she could make the girl orgasm as she spanked her. And she knew that if so, this could possibly be one of the best ever orgasms, one that she would remember forever.

So she began…

“You are such a naughty bad girl Charlene, masturbating in my room, rubbing that wet little pussy of yours against my pillow.”


“Begging me to spank you as you rubbed that cunt of yours, and then getting caught!”


“That’s right, push that naughty little bottom up for every smack.”


“You love to be spanked don’t you?”


“Don’t you?”

SMACK…..yes yes yes! replied the naughty maid.

…the girl began to squeeze her thighs so her swollen pussy lips squeezed her clitoris.

The smacks increased in both pace and severity as the longed for orgasm came. The girl lost control completely as she shuddered and bucked like a bronco, squealing her orgasm to the heavens!

The next morning, Charlene resumed her duties, and was told to crawl to the bathroom with her bottom on show.

Mistress Monica sat on her bed and watched her

…Remember the surprise Charlene spoke of ? Well her Mistress told her she was to make some phone calls today, concerning it.

This excited the pretty maid, so she crawled to the bathroom as sexily as she could. “I wonder what it is?” she thought as she crawled.

Mistress Monica’s house was more than a little exotic, her bathroom was unusual to say the least, even her toilet lit up.

Once her maid had crawled into the bathroom, she was allowed to pull her knickers up and let her maid’s outfit hang down. Mistress sat on one of her throne like chairs, in her high heels and watched her girl do her cleaning duties. She watched the movement of her bottom, and enjoyed the flash of knickers as she stretched. Flexing her calf, so as to make her foot, dangling in her high heels, move gently, she spoke.

“I will be watching you closely today, any more mistakes and you will be back to the red room.”

Charlene had to smile, then she dared to giggle. Mistress Monica had just threatened her with a trip to ‘the red room’ if her work was not satisfactory today. Yet only last night, she had enjoyed her best ever orgasm in that very room, to the skillful touch of her Mistress. Boldly, too boldly she replied…

“The red room, oh yes please mistress! maybe I should leave everything smeary and not shiny in here.”

“You are a very bold and mischievous maid at times. Now get your cloth and clean the bottom of the bath, and keep your legs straight. I am going to show you the real reason a bath brush is in here! She lifted her short uniform, and proceeded to spank her crisp white tight panties. I am not stopping until it is finished!”

Charlene struggled to keep her legs straight as she polished frantically, her first lesson of the day sinking into her bottom quickly.

After twenty stinging smacks her Mistress told her she was going down to the kitchen to make some of the promised phone calls. “Not that you deserve any treats!”

Charlene pouted a sulk as she heard her Mistress descend the stairs.

Charlene came downstairs after finishing cleaning the bathroom. She spoke softly and subdued. “I am sorry for being cheeky Mistress, I think you will find the bathroom to your satisfaction.”

“Yes.” Answered Mistress Monica. “You should be sorry, and you will be, it isn’t 10 o’clock yet and you are going to be spanked for the second time today!”

“Awwww, yes Mistress.”

“Firstly, make me a cup of tea, and then bend over my kitchen table, at the usual place.”

“Yes Mistress.”

Charlene made the tea and served it well. Then went to the designated place, where Mistress walked to her. “Look at the laptop screen.”

Charlene looked at the screen and saw she was on a live stream to tumblr, just when you had switched on. Mistress spoke, “Now look to the screen and tell them all what a naughty slut you are and how you like to be spanked.”


looking at you she struggles to speak between the hard smacks…

“I am a naughty…”


“Slut, I love people to see me get”


“My bottom spanked”


Then Mistress Monica looks to you.

“There is much more to keeping a slutty little maid in line than punishment, as you will see.”

After the maids spanking Mistress Monica told her to carry on with her duties with her bare bottom on show.

“Today you will just have me looking at you, but in future, it could be anybody. The window cleaner, my friends, even a delivery man. No matter who comes, you will just carry on. Is that clear Charlene?”

The maid blushed at the thought, and meekly answered “yes Mistress”

And so the days passed by, spanking after spanking after spanking.

Their relationship blossomed and the avenues of Domination and submission were richly explored.

So here they are a normal night, in the ‘red room’ once again, Charlene has been spanked, and it is time to retire to their boudoir, across the landing…

It was time to cross the hallway to the ‘brown room’, Mistress has something to tell her maid.

Mistress Monica and her little pet maid climbed on to the bed.

“Let me rub your naughty bottom my little girl.”

Her maid pushed her bottom up to Mistress and purred.

“I love my little girl’s bottom, Mistress loves to spank it, and my little girl likes to have it spanked doesn’t she?”

Her maid began to thrust up and down on her Mistress’s left hand and fingers as she stroked her bottom with her right hand.


Her maid answered, softly and meekly. “I live for your spankings, I need them Mistress.”

“Do you recall telling me after I caned you in your school uniform in my schoolroom, that you had bullied four other girls too?”

Her maid began to rub hard and fast on Monica’s finger tips, which were pushing against her clit….”Yes Mistress I do.”

“Well my dear little girl, tomorrow it is time to pay!”

She whacked her bottom.


Mistress Monica concentrated on her girl’s pussy as she bobbed up and down, and as she orgasmed, arching her bottom up, she kissed her beautiful cheeks.

Mistress Monica carried on stroking her pretty little maid’s bottom, gently pulling her cheeks and pussy apart, to blow gently on them.

Her maid was eager for more information.

So Mistress told her what was going to happen tomorrow…

“I have managed to get a yearbook from your school and have contacted some who were in your class, I asked them about you being a bully, and they could all remember quite vividly, your nasty ways. I am surprised, I am glad you are nothing like that now.”

“No Miss, and I am full of guilt.”

“Oh you will feel like you have paid a price and your conscience will be lighter after tomorrow. I have got the five main girls you concentrated on, to attend a little gathering tomorrow.”

The maid’s body went stiff.

“I have a friend with an old theatre that he is refurbishing. He is letting me borrow it, and your five victims are coming along to see you get thrashed. They are very eager.”

“Ohhh Mistress.”

They both recalled the orgasms they both had when they first met and Charlene had confessed about her old ways and was caned,

“They are very eager and full of contempt for you. I am going to dress you as a school girl again, and make you bare your bottom before them, and punish you.”

Charlene felt a rush of mixed emotions surge through her body.

Mistress continued to stroke her bottom. “This beautiful bottom of yours is going to be very sore tomorrow, isn’t it?”

“Yes Mistress.”

the next morning a light breakfast was eaten and Mistress Monica checked that Charlene understood the upcoming days events.

“Yes Mistress, I understand, we are going to this little old theatre, where the girls I bullied at school are coming to see me get the punishment I have craved for so long.”

Mistress Monica told her to go and put her punishment uniform on.

When Charlene arrived downstairs with it on, Mistress picked up the senior cane, her file and led Charlene to the car.

On arrival Charlene was put to the side of the stage and told to wait, whilst suitable lights were switched on by Mistress Monica’s friend, John.

The women who had been bullied by Charlene all those years ago arrived exactly on time. Monica greeted them, and they were shown to the corner of the seating allocated to them.

Mistress went up to the stage and called their old tormentor on.

The girls watched silently at first, but when Mistress Monica began to read out details of her bullying, they could resist no longer, and began to shout at her…

“You bitch! I hope she makes you scream!”

“Show her no mercy, thrash her bare bottom!”

“Make her dance!”

“We’ve waited years for this, make her pay!”

The women calmed and listened to the long list of the horrid things Charlene had done, shaking their heads and tutting…

Mistress Monica put the stool centre stage, ordered Charlene over it, and told her to bare her bottom. The punishment began straight away in earnest with six cutting strokes. Her old victims loved it and shouted cruelly at her.

“That’s in you bitch, scream!”

“You deserve this you cow! Thrash her good Mistress, make her beg for mercy!”

“But give her none!”

“Harder Mistress, harder!”

Charlene hung on to the stool as hard as she could as the viscious whacks landed on her upturned bare bottom. The swish cut through the air to the delight of the onlookers who were now on their feet. As each resounding crack landed it echoed through the small theatre to a chorus of cheers and mocking cruel laughter.

Mistress Monica stopped, and turned to the women, “I think she should be apologising too you, don’t you?”

“yes, yes!” they called back.

So Mistress Monica told Charlene to take six more for each girl, and to apologise between the strokes…

Charlene screamed and apologised to the girls at every stroke….

right up until….


The Punishment Room


Here at Saint Helena High School for Girls they have a special room for correction. It may just be lines, detention, or extra work, like an essay. But it can also mean spanking or even worse, the cane.

Here we see two sisters waiting outside the door late one Friday afternoon, looking thoughtful. They have had a bad term and are on report once again.

Look at them! On an afternoon when they should really make some effort, they have come with no ties, gymslips way too short and incorrect footwear.

Maybe they are just expecting yet another essay to write and a telling off.

But no!

The Headmistress and Head of Discipline have other ideas.

They are fed up of the cheek, the backchat, and their general bratty manner.

Time and time again they have shown a blatant disregard for school rules…but no more.

This is the afternoon they pay.

Day after day they walk around school as if they own it, showing off and trying to look so ‘cool’, most off the other girls would love to be in their ‘set’, but they are very aloof.

They will not be cool in ‘The Punishment Room’…

Sat waiting they discuss what might happen.

All is made clear  to their curious minds when their ‘Head of Discipline’ approaches at a brisk pace, brandishing a brand new cane and with the punishment record book tucked under her arm.

Their worst fears are realised, it looks almost certain that it will be the cane on their bare bottoms. All they really want to know right now is ‘how many strokes’.

“Good afternoon girls. At least you are prompt! But I see that both of you are not wearing your school ties, and what are those ridiculous things on your feet? You know the rules, it is black patent leather. I was going to give you six each on the bare, over the high stool. It will be nine apiece now, well done!”

She walks past the girls as they begin to cry, and opens the door. “Wait there girls, until I call, then both come in together. And you can stop that nonsense, crying will not make the slightest bit of difference. You will both have plenty to cry about later, with nine bright red stripes across your buttocks. Now think about that! I have some work to do, sometime in the next half hour I will call you in, for now you can sit and think about your naughtiness and the consequences of your actions!”

SLAM….the door bangs shut behind her.

The girls begin a terrible wait. The urge to wee comes upon them both…

{I have done the next few photos in black and white, simply because I like schoolgirls in black and white photos, we soon come back to colour though.}

Lets take a few seconds to think about the scene and the situation…

Imagine how they feel. Two naughty girls, guilty of what they are accused of, and who know that their punishment is only minutes away. They feel sick, they want to wee, and are frightened. Their Head of Discipline, Miss Evans, has arrived, a cane in her hand to meet the waiting girls at the Headmistresses Office.

the story continues….

The door opens and the fearsome Headmistress stands at her door.

One girl, Charlotte, closest to the Headmistress seems to be transfixed with the sight of the instrument of punishment held in her hand. The other, Amber dare not even look up.

Both do not want to stand up, it is as if their naughty bottoms, already quivering in expectation, are glued to the seats.

“Right! Both of you in here…NOW!”

They stand. Once again their stomachs lurch. Their knees almost buckle as with dread they begin to enter the Punishment Room. The very name of this awful room sends shivers down every girls spine at Saint Helena High School for Girls. Stories of thrashings in this room for over 30 years are spoken of in the dormitories at night. Suddenly they begin to fly through the girls minds.

Slowly they walk in, following the Headmistress. Behind them, is the head of Discipline, there is no escape. It is now that they wish they had put their ties on, worn correct footwear, rolled their sleeves down and not bothered with nail varnish that morning. It dawns on them that this action will add to their punishment. That is why Miss Evans has that smile on her face.

They move from the corridor and into the room, The Punishment Room,  Amber looks down at her friends gym slip, oh why have they both put the really short ones on, today of all days?.

The Headmistress walked to stand before them, and their Head of Discipline stood by their side.

“It’s no good huddling together, stand up straight, hands by your sides. And look at me when I am speaking to you! You will find no help on the floor, nor anywhere else in this room for that matter!”

The two girls stood to attention and stared at the Headmistress, who glared back at them with menace in her eyes.

“Look at you both! You both admit to your misdeeds. You were told to report here for punishment, and that is what you are both going to get, trust me on that. But I say again…LOOK AT YOU BOTH!”

The two girls cringed but held their positions.

“Not wearing a tie apiece, nail varnish on, eyes with make up too. Uniforms far too short! And as for your footwear, well!”

The only response to come forth was a quaking, very quiet ‘awwwww’ from the girls lips. And a plea…

“Ohhhh please Miss.” they said in unison, “Please, not the cane, please please! Not the cane!”

“Neither of you have done yourselves any favours have you?”

The girls nodded the negative, both close to crying and wetting their white school knickers.

They knew it was time to pay…

“We’ll see! lets start of with these shall we?”

{back to colour…we need to see pink!!}

The two naughty girls chastisement had finished. Time for pleading was over quickly, it was time to submit their bare bottoms to their superiors. It was… time to pay

The two brats looked very different now, doing exactly as they were told in the most submissive way.

They were told to ‘assume the position’ over the two desks, The Headmistress decided that before the cane, they would each get a taste of the plimsolls on their bare bottoms.

These are fearsome weapons in the school discipline armory. I saw them used myself at school. A thick rubber sole with very little give, they could deliver a terrible stinging blow.

They have a sound all of their own which reminds me so much of the 1960′s punishments i witnessed and felt so very often!

A deep resounding ‘WHOP’

They prepared themselves, over they went.

The two naughty girls, Charlotte and Amber look to each other before their punishment begins, they know it is only a matter of time now before their gym slips are up, their knickers down, and the first smack from the plimsoll cracks down onto their upturned bare cheeks.

Before they entered the room, as they were sat on the chairs outside, they talked of bravery…”We’ll keep quiet,  we’ll not move, we’ll just take it, let’s show them!”

Their gym slips are soon pulled up and the Headmistress, and Head of School Discipline grab hold of their white regulation knickers, ready to yank them down.

Pulling their white regulation school knickers away from their soft tender skin let a little waft of cool air onto their nervous bottoms. Their knees began to twitch, the nervousness of the two schoolgirl brats began to show.

The headmistress Of saint Helena High School for Girls looked to the Head of Discipline and smiled as she said “Not quite so clever and opinionated now are you girls?”

Then came sweet music to the ears of the Headmistress and Head of Discipline.

The two brats, the two naughty girls who deserved this so much, began to beg as their knickers were taken down to bare their delicious quivering bottoms.

Both started at the same time, the moment the cool air covered their cheeks and the sense of exposure was at its height.

“No no no Miss, please don’t spank me, I’m so sorry, please no no no!”

“Please please please no, ohh I’m ever so frightened I’ll be good I promise, stop stop, please….awwwww!”

So much for their resolve, they had not received a smack yet!

This was sweet indeed, it was exactly what the two ladies wanted to hear, they positioned their delicate plump pale white cheeks into the right position, and raised the merciless heavy rubber soled plimsolls into the air to take aim. No mercy was to be shown, it was going to be hard fast full strength whacks from the off. The girls had been asking for this for ages, and my word…

…they were going to get it! Just think of having this power, and the authority to make a young woman bare her bottom, and whack it until satisfied, knowing that the system was behind you every step of the way, and the naughty girls could do nothing about it!

The first whacks of the plimsolls landed together, whack! crack!

The two girls shuddered, and squealed in unison, as the shock and severity of the pain hit home like a well aimed stroke of the cane, it was a hot pain, a desperate sting that instantly reached their brains. It sank in deep almost instantly’’’



Now there is something I may not have told you…

The punishment room is in a high corner of the school quadrangle, The windows are always open in the day time, no matter what the weather. The reason for this is so that the sound of the punishment will echo around the four walls of the quadrangle.

It was a kind of tradition that girls gathered to listen, a little like the stocks and pillories of old, the onlookers either showed sympathy or contempt.

Never has such a large group gathered, they listened to every word, they delighted in the telling off. They rejoiced in the sound of their pleas. But when the first blows landed, and both girls squealed out in pain a huge cheer went up!

These girls had ‘Lorded’ it over their peers for years, jeering at spots, or excess weight. They were nasty brats, and today was payback time for every girl who had ever felt their sarcastic tongue lash them.

This cheer had two drastic effects, firstly it urged the two administers of pain upon their upturned rumps to hit harder, faster and with even more effort.

Secondly it humiliated the girls to a new depth, both screamed out again…

“Everyone can hear us being spanked…stop stop, awwww please please stop!”

“They are laughing at us Miss, please please stop, my bottom hurts!”

“Oh grow up!…. you silly girls! Take this like all the other girls who have been in here, you have only had one smack each!”

At this laughter rippled around the quadrangle, and the  crowd of onlooking schoolgirls girls began to shout…’more, more, MORE!’


More resounding smacks from the plimsolls soon followed, leaving fresh red stinging smacks on their naughty cheeks. These too were accompanied by cries of anguish and pleas for mercy.

The girls outside loved it, and began to pick up the pace of the spanking with accompanying claps of their own.

This was going to be a very humiliating long hard thrashing for the naughty schoolgirls, who were making it worse for themselves all the time with their dreadful wails, screams and begging for it to stop!

Some girls started to climb upon other girls shoulders for a peek, so as to relay ‘on the spot’ information to the ever growing crowd.

The news of the brats come uppance was spreading fast. Teachers walked by, and said nothing, every single member of staff agreed with them. These two girls are getting exactly what they deserve, including their humiliation!

This was the longest ever slippering (a term used in the school, even though the implements were plimsolls) the school had known. Thoughts of the cane began to diminish from their punishers’ minds, in truth, neither of them wanted to stop using the plimsolls, the pace and rhythmic sound of slaps were too good to stop!

The Mistress and the Maid

High up in the Derbyshire hills is a huge sprawling Gothic Mansion, it lies at the end of a lane where lime trees line each side. Rooks nest in the trees and anyone approaching it is greeted by their screeching calls. The name of the three hundred year old hall is ‘The Inveigle’.

At night time the two solid square gate posts have oil lamps burning, the driveway to the stout oak doors has similar lamps along both sides its whole length. The mullioned windows entice a curious stare from anyone who is close, they exude warmth and loveliness…and hide secrets.

I want you to look up there, on the second floor, at the end. Can you see the flickering lights of one of the boudoirs? It is Lady Charlene’s room, one of the daughters of the household.

As blonde and fair skinned as she is, then equally, as dark and sultry is her maid. She calls her her ‘Pretty Raven’,  because her hair is as black as any.

If you were to climb the square lead drainpipe, and sneak a look through the lead encased glass, you would see this scene. Sexy isn’t it?

Lady Charlene is having her hair brushed, and is admiring the beauty of her maid. Sexual tension has been building up between them for many months.

Look how she admires her reflection, the seductive glow of the flickering candles on her skin make her look alluring, and ripe for picking. It is time to ask a question of her.

Lady Charlene told her maid to stop brushing her hair for a minute and looked up to her eyes. “You are a very good maid my Pretty Raven”.

The maid sighed deeply, and replied. “Thank you Ma’am.”

A silence drifted down upon them and filled the room with its hush, and not for the first time, it was broken when Mistress spoke again..”Or maybe sometimes you wish your were not so good for me?”

Slowly her hand slid up to the hairbrush, and began to take it from the maids fingers.

“I would like to be a naughty maid for you Mistress.”

Months had built up to this precious moment, both knew that this question needed to be asked, the answer she gave was exactly what both wanted to hear…

The maid gently glided down to her knees, the brush slid back into her hand, and their eyes met. Across a great divide of social class the two girls looked dreamily into each others eyes and kissed.

The Mistress whispered, ‘Of course, you know what happens to naughty maids don’t you?’

The maid offered the brush back to her Mistress as she said, ‘Oh I hope so Mistress. I do hope so.”

Lady Charlene looked down at her ‘Pretty Raven’ and stood up beside her, the hard, heavy, smooth backed hairbrush in her hand. “Oh my dear, dear, naughty maid, I have waited so long to punish you. Kneel on the miniature chaise lounge and put your hands on the dressing table.”

Breathing heavily her maid agreed. “Yes Mistress, of course Mistress.”

Both instantly had a wish granted!

The submissive maid, with her bloomers lowered and her fine rump presented, felt her first resounding smack from the hairbrush.

At the same time lady Charlene was transfixed by the sight of the willing rump before her, and after giving it a firm smack with the dark wooden hairbrush was delighted to see it turn a ripe blushing pink.

Lady Charlene warmed to the task of spanking her ‘pretty raven’. She did not rush, but studied every smack she applied with the heavy hairbrush. She looked at the impact, listened to the noise, and devoured the sight of her maid gasping with pain.

Her maid drank her punishment in, like a puppy would lap at warm cream. She pushed her bottom up for every smack, hoping to please her Mistress.

They both pleased each other very much indeed…

Then something happened which surprised the maid greatly.

After punishing the maid’s bare bottom with the hairbrush, Lady Charlene walked to her side and sunk to her knees. She took her maid’s hand, and placed the hairbrush in it, and spoke… “Now my pretty raven, I want my bottom to glow too. I need to feel the pain on my rump as well, so spank me, and do not show mercy to my cheeks. I want them to burn like yours. No matter what I say or do, no matter how much noise I make, and no matter how much I beg, I want you to decide when it is over for me. I am a naughty Mistress, and need punishing.”

The Mistress walked to the side of her maid who was now sat on the chaise lounge with the hairbrush at her side.

…look at the contrast, the maid, in a plain outfit, typical of many a maid of the day, and her Mistress, bedecked in jewels wearing a jewel encrusted dress. The gap between the two, to anyone who saw them in the world outside the boudoir was immense.

Yet here, in the Victorian Mansion called the Inveigle, up in the boudoir of her Mistress, things were very different…

“You have been a very naughty Mistress haven’t you?”

“Yes maid, I have.”

“And tell your ‘pretty raven’, what happens to naughty Mistresses?”

“They get spanked on their bare bottom by their Maid.”

“My Mistress needs to be spanked hard on her naughty bare bottom doesn’t she?”

“Yes Maid.”

“Then get over my knee…now!”

“Yes Maid.”

The Mistress nestled onto her maids lap for her first spanking by her. For many long months the sexual tension between the two had grown, starting with knowing looks and glances, and finishing on this night in Mistress Charlene’s Boudoir, with a shared spanking session.

The maid with her already sore bottom was sat on the delightfully soft chaise lounge, the heat from the hairbrush spanking sinking deep into her groin, alighting passions and need in her pussy.

Here was her Mistress, wantonly laid over her knee, having told her that she needs a long hard spanking, with no limits, and to end only when the maid is satisfied.

She lifts her beautiful shimmering red dress, to reveal high class open back bloomers, with pretty pink ribbons, framing the begging cheeks of the fine upturned rump of Mistress Charlene.

To her delight, Mistress began to thrust slowly.

She mirrored her actions with her own groin and sore bottom.

She devoured the sight before her.

She drank in the heady erotic atmosphere of the moment, and raised her hand to deliver the first smack…

Mistress Charlene had been spanked as a child, by both her Daddy and Governess, but never harshly. She had seen many of the maids get punished, and some even get birched, one of them at the bottom of the staircase with the rest of the ‘downstairs staff’ assembled to watch. She had watched from the landing with her sisters. All this had led to her need, but nothing had prepared her for the reality of a full on spanking, especially from her maid.

Many a night in her bed she had stroked her bottom and given it smacks as a prelude to masturbation, she had thought of this for many months. Her pussy was now wet and runny, she thrust against her maid’s lap and could feel her response coming back.

But the ferocity of these first smacks took her breath away, she squealed a huge squeal and remembered what she had just instructed her maid to do…

‘spank me hard, without mercy, and only stop when you are satisfied, no matter what I say or do!’

Her maid was restricted in movement but had a style all of her own…fast quick brisk smacks.

She wriggled and squirmed, she cried and begged her maid to stop, but much sooner than anticipated the maid picked up the hairbrush her Mistress had handed her, and began with that…

Her maids grip was like an iron corset, all she could do was wriggle and squeal!

The maid showed no mercy on her Mistress. The hairbrush delivered stinging slap after stinging slap, sometimes cheek to cheek, sometimes five times in one place. They fell fast and furious.

Mistress Charlene squealed and screamed, her bottom wriggled her hips jostled but there was no escape.

So lets leave the story for just a little while and think…

Here in the beautiful Gothic Mansion … ‘The Inveigle’, up in a high room, bathed in oil and candle light, two young women, switching roles, are crossing the boundaries of class, in the pursuit of spanking pleasure.

This must have happened, surely… Mistress and maid fell in love, and surely in a time of such class divides, which embraced submission and domination of the classes, from school into service, the needs of young women such as I have portrayed in this spanking tale must have been satisfied.

Imagine the following days, in their natural roles, the looks of longing and desire.

Imagine too, the rush of blood as night-time fell, and the visits to their rooms occurred.

Imagine the noise, the aroma, the need and the satisfaction.

So let us drift back to the story from our moment of realism and wistful imaginings…

After the spanking, both sore and tender, their passions were aroused. With trembling hands and beating hearts the two girls from different sides of society look into each others eyes, and hands begin to explore, and pussies begin to twitch, demanding attention.

The Mistress took back control and and said quite plainly and matter of factly, “Oh my pretty Raven, I need to see you, I need to smell you, to touch you, and taste you!”

…her hands lifted her maids skirts, to delve into her bloomers. They were wet through, her pretty maid had already orgasmed and gushed her juices as she had spanked her Mistress.

“Oh I am the same!” cried Mistress Charlene.

They looked at each other and knew that this was the time, the time for fingers to delve into moist wetness, the time for warm wet pussies to mount each other and rub frantically to bliss…

Lets leave them with some Victorian dignity, sometimes the imagination finishes a story better than my photos, lets leave them alone to share this most magical moment.

And my dear readers, let us share something too. If you masturbate, as you imagine what happens next, let me know.

I am shooting again in four days, with the same girls. To get them into the mood, at the start of the shoot, I will read them this story, it would be lovely to share your moment with them.

The End

A little guide to my blog… and a note about the new 2014 porn laws

Hello and welcome to my spanking blog, there is lots to see. If you work from the main page of my web site ( I think you will find it easiest to go to a heading, click on it, and then in the page that pops up, there will be a ‘more about..’ link, just click on that.

That will save you scrolling through posts you may not want to view.

So, for example, after going through the ‘age gate’, click on ‘photo stories’ then click on ‘more photo stories on my blog’ and hey presto!

Just a quick note before you go looking…


It is still okay to make spanking vidoes so long as they are within the same guidelines as the films you buy on DVD. I think mine are okay, but I am waiting for clearer instructions, there is a lot of debate.

All my models are of course willing to be spanked, or to spank, and are definitely the correct age. Most of my stories concern girls/women who actually want to be spanked, so they are consensual. No lasting marks are made.


Two awards and a few wins!

Don’t want to show off really, well I do a bit!


Just a bit of news really…


I am now ‘The Inspirational Artist of the Year’ according to Aspire magazine, which circulates the east Midlands.

I have won a photography competition in New York and one in Lebanon (Florida)

I am one of six photographers (the only one from the Uk) selected by The Alberta Arts academy, from a contest entitles ‘Female Beauty’. Over 800 entrants from all over the world and I came 3rd.


As you are aware I love all aspects of the female bottom, not only spanking it, but the shape, the curves and so on.

To this effect I decided to hold a competition in DECEMBER 2014, with the company I sell my art through, ‘FINE ART AMERICA’ It is something I hope to do often.

Voting is by the general public.

Please go to my art page, and just follow the link to ‘CONTESTS’ and then to the competition, click on winners and you will see all the entries and the prize winners.

Some wonderful work in many media.

Ist place went to a piece by John Babis, with his wonderful piece entitled ‘Perfection’


It is too, and I do not just mean the bottom.  His lighting (very low) and the pose he chose are perfect for the subject I love, look how the curves of the bottom draw the eye.  Although John is renown for his city scapes and architectural photography, he said to me that for this contest he thought he would try his hand at the human body…. well, what can I say? he won!!! he assures me that he never thought of spanking it, but with a wry smile he added…”It won’t spank itself!”

2nd place went to a piece by Shelby, in this case a digital painting.

I love the way the refelction and her eyes tell a story. A wonderful piece of work and I advise anyone to visit his page to see all his art.

As you can see, 3rd place was shared by a few works, another one by Shelby stood out, almost as if it was part of the same story. The one by Rebecca Glaze actually spoke ‘spanking’ to me, as if i was being invited to smack her bottom, probably the way her bottom is bared so cheekily. I thought ‘Winters Contours’ was a really clever piece of work,  as too was ‘Lean on Yourself’, a clever title and the use of shadows was a sexy enhancement.

However, for me, you know what I am like, one piece of work stood out and was my ‘Personal Choice’ to be hung in ‘Bond’s Erotic Art Gallery’ in Chesterfield.

I have purchased a print of the piece, and it will hang there soon, it was a beautiful erotic piece of work of a woman in the pose I adore, her bottom presented for a spanking.

Well done to SEAN GRIFFIN here is a link to his entry….

Here is the Gallery it will hang in. The erotic Gallery is upstairs and people go up via a secret little staircase, it is where I take my photographs and shoot videos too. I hope to shoot a video with the entry by Sean in the background. The photo will also spend time downstairs as I often have this type of work hung there too.


Thank you all for your entries.



The other day I was talking to Charlotte, and as I often am ::blush:: I was under her spell.

Despite her success, and all she does, she is such a modest person. Quite matter of factly she just drops out that she is going to be in the Mayfair Magazine again.  She said she was a little nervous, and had been shopping for underwear with her Mum.

Oh bless her Mum, she doesn’t earn a lot yet off she goes with her daughter to treat her to new underwear, isn’t that just lovely? The image of them arm in arm choosing knickers and suspender belts! She is quite rightly proud of her daughter, and I don’t mean for her looks, or her success.  I spoke to her mum not long ago, and I’ll tell you what her Mum is so proud of,

The way she modestly gets on with it and is so caring for everyone! She is still just a nice ordinary lass, a typical Derbyshire lass!

Mayfair is Britains top glamour magazine in the opinion of many. It has been around for ages and if you get in there, well, let’s say you’ve made it! I know Charlotte has a lot of good, well known photographers and sites who use her talents, and some lower down the league like me! I am very strong  actually! It takes some doing holding all those up above you! lol

Not many can match the reputation of Mayfair.

I asked what it was like,  to go there and do a shoot, come and sit with me and listen to what she told me, I’ll put the kettle on shall I?

This is so funny actually, she spoke of the first time when she went in her clapped out old car. It is one of those places where someone takes your keys and goes to park it. She blushed, and probably had that quirky look she has, as she passed the keys over and saw the frown of the man parking it! Not this time though! her success had brought it’s  rewards, and it will be a black open top Audi A4 to park this time!

I imagined a set or two and people dashing about.

Oh no!

A massive building, with all different sets all the way around the outside of the main hall, each with its own screen so the models can see themselves. Lights and equipment everywhere!

She said that down the middle is a bank of desks with people sat at screens, monitors, computers etc, and some of the screens are above them. It sounds like a set off James Bond!

Wow! Ohhh I wish I could go one day!!

Best not, I would make a mess when I exploded!!

You have to admire her don’t you. Driving down all that way from Derbyshire, then having to go into a posh place like that and perform best she can, either in sexy underwear or naked.  Alone too!

She did say this though, and I found it so reassuring. We all hear stories of how girls can be intimidated and bossed about by photographers and so on. But not there!

She said they went out of their way to make her feel relaxed and comfy.

Isn’t that good! Well done Mayfair.

Charlotte has a lot of fans of which I am one of the biggest, and her friend.  I am very proud of that last bit, I’ll write it again, it gave me a buzz! I am Charlotte’s old gentleman friend, and it makes me very happy to say it to the world!

So from all of us Mayfair…. thank you for looking after our favourite!

Look after her, make her even more successful. But most of all, send her back up north safe and sound, and not too tired!