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From Fessée 9 Letters from Fessée 10 This picture could easily be misinterpreted, the nude young woman gives the best clue, the naughty, aristocratic look on her face, can she really be the maid? No she certainly is not, she is Lady Annabel Fanshawe the daughter of the house who is having daily lesbian sex sessions with the more than willing kitchen-maid Elsie who is standing in the doorway, wide-eyed, half in horror and half enjoying her lesbian lover’s painful plight. His Lordship and Her Ladyship, who were away for a month’s grouse shooting, would have been horrified if they’d known of their daughter’s daily lesbian ‘nooky’ sessions with — of all people — the kitchen-maid, but of course the servants all knew about it and blackmailed Lady Annabel into the ultimate humiliation of being a helpless plaything in the hands of, what she considered, those unspeakable, low, beastly, social inferiors. Nude, wearing only Elsie’s kitch

A compendium video from Moonglow featuring Alison Payne and Lucy Bailey (among others) Review from  www.spreview.net : Three spanking dream sequences, about 17 minutes each. Six of the Best  Actress Alison, in a smirky, insouciant character, plays tour guide Miss Miles, in a sort of usherette's outfit, caught smoking on a break on the job, The faceless male voice who catches her sends her to the punishment room. Miles accepts that this is a CP offense — no argument. The punishment room is a drab concrete block walled place Moonglow likes to use. No delay, Miles goes over the desk, pants down first thing, for ‘six strokes of the cane for smoking.’ She likes this more than she wants to let on. Miles is seen preparing for bed, rubbing her bottom, and stripping to bra and pants. She dreams of being caned; she is bent over a table with a pillow under her, bottom bare, pants down. Oblique views and not as hard a caning as we e

Samantha Woodley dressed as a maid and spanked, three different ways. What’s not to like? Review from www.spreview.net : Danny’s spoiled ex-girlfriend Samantha has been summoned to his home, where he announces to her shock that he has bought all of her father’s gambling markers (over a million dollars’ worth). With the intent of teaching her a lesson in responsibility and honest work, Danny tells her that she is to be his maid for week, clean his house and serve him, and in exchange for this, he will tear up all the markers and her father will owe nothing. She balks at first, but realizes she has no choice and reluctantly agrees. He then adds that if she doesn’t obey him during that week, there will be ‘consequences’. She asks for specifics, and he decides to show her, rather than try to explain them. He then pulls her across his lap for her first spanking, which she does not accept stoically. I have never seen Samantha kick, cur

Story from Uniform Girls 4 Up at the top of the house the heat of a long summer’s day still lingers, though it is past eight o’clock. Lace-edged curtains hang at a small dormer window, which has been opened wide to catch even the slightest of breezes should one happen along, but the curtains are motionless in the still air. There is the distant sound of a lawn mower — the gardener rounding off his day’s work now that the sun has sunk lower and made mowing less tiring — and a smell of newly-cut grass which teases the nostrils in the maid’s room with the pretty curtains. Nostrils, though, are not alone in the matter of being teased in the secluded room up in the roof. ‘Ooo-n…no…no, please —’ Firm young buttocks shiver faintly as their overheated plumpness responds to the cool-finger touch of a shiny cane, stretched in a lazy, tantalising way across a girl’s unwillingly-elevated bottom. ‘ Up , girl — come along now — lift it  u

From Blushes 50, the denouement of the story follows… John Jordan poured himself a large Scotch, the palm of his right hand still tingling from the explosive hand-spanking of young Jane. She was still in her birthday suit, standing by the front windows, hands on her head, her bottom glowing with the results of his handiwork. Somewhere in the distance, in another room of the large house, the sounds of a second punishment could still be heard. The usual surprised squeals of a cheeky young madam having her bottom smacked. It was perhaps Christine, the silly young thing who was the subject of Jordan’s investigations; or possibly the maid, receiving the first sound smacking of her young life. He opened the door, and looked along the passageway towards the kitchens, waiting for the punishment to cease, or at least to pause for a moment. ‘Charles?’ he called. The young man replied, a little breathlessly. ‘Bring the maid in here, please.’

A spanking whodunnit from Blushes 50. The clock in the stableyard had just struck twelve. Inside the old house, the door to the lounge was being opened. Soft bare feet with neatly manicured toes walking slowly but purposefully across the carpet. The hint of shining well-groomed hair lit fleetingly in the low glow of the dying fire. Slim feminine figure bending low over the corner bureau, examining documents in the near-darkness. A file being carried across to the long table, contents being quickly sorted. Eyes more accustomed now to the low light. Slim figure of a nubile young girl. Pretty floral-patterned pyjamas. Vague wafting scent from recently-talcumed body. Intent on her study of private documents. Unaware of the lounge door opening again, silently on well-oiled hinges. Outstretched palm of a hand pressing firmly down on her back, the fingers touching her between her shoulder blades, holding her down against the cold table-t