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A Miss Marchmont video featuring Lucy Bailey in a self-directed and written film which looks like it was based on  her spanking fantasy . This film deals with the birching of a young and very pretty housemaid. The unfortunate girl has transgressed and is called before her tyrannical employer who offers her a stark choice — the birch or her dismissal. We see the poor girl preparing the very rod that will be used to good effect on her soft, nude cheeks whilst her boss' friends watch with indifference as her thrashing unfolds. This film was written and directed by Lucy Bailey and was based on one of her favourite CP fantasies. Review from spankingfilmreview.com: M/f; time: 15 minutes If the Jane Austen novel had included a good bare bottom birching like this film does, we could have finished the book. Blond actress Lucy Bailey, credited here as both the writer and the director, as well as the main event, plays ...

A confessional story from Janus 124 by Juliet Tessler (a.k.a. Lucy Bailey) Juliet is an attractive, (readers will recall her appearance in Janus 95 ) articulate and forthright young lady who genuinely enjoys the many pleasures surrounding CP. Here, she shares with us one of her secret fantasies. ----//---- I am a woman and I have been into corporal punishment and beatings for as long as I can remember: Well… how would I depict myself? I have appeared in Janus once before, although my appearance is very changed now, as that was a number of years back. I am probably best described as a small, blonde girl. I am in my mid-late twenties; I am fair and have long ash blonde hair. I have the sort of shape that the great masters used to like to paint and sculpt: small round breasts, a petite waist opening down onto my large hips, a round plump bottom and very shapely legs. I have had, over the years, one fantasy that has p...

Photo-story from Janus 95 featuring Lucy Bailey as Juliet Tessler. Juliet Tessler was quality. From the top of her sleek blonde hair to the tips of her patent black court shoes she oozed efficiency. The secretary supreme. Except that the last two firms she had worked for had gone down the tubes and she had been job-hunting for eight months. The recession was biting everyone. This interview with one Nicholas Dickson whom she presumed might vulgarly answer to the name of Nick, was one in a long line of similar encounters. It was a buyers’ market, and she had been made to realise, with a bitterness bordering on contempt, that those doing the purchasing were not always able to recognise class. ‘Well, Miss Tessler,’ he was saying, ‘I’m impressed with your CV, but you’ll have to do a typing test’ Juliet almost yawned. From his strong-voiced, no-nonsense intonation she guessed he came from common stock. Unlike herself, of course. She adjusted her Nina Ricci scarf, stood proudly u...