Started another blog. A big fan of erotica from or about that era when women wore tight corsets, pantalettes, thigh high woolly stockings and split bottomed bloomers. A time when sex was something whispered behind closed doors and done in the dark. When men ruled the house with a rod of iron and spanking became the English vice. A blog for my own Victorian themed erotic fiction and posts about other stuff that tickles my fancy from way back then. Click here.
It was Friday night and Mr and Mrs Smith were preparing for their weekly ritual of settling all recorded misdemeanors from the house punishment book.
Mr Smith looked down the list. "A very naughty week, dear wife. Backchat, willfulness, stubbornness and a whole lot of forgetfulness. How ever shall I deal with your bottom to compensate for all those displays of a brattish spouse?"
Mrs Smith stepped out of her skirts and pouted at her husband who had rolled up his sleeves and was looking at her with a mixture of admiration and determination for he knew she would try and wriggle and plead her way out of her weekly thrashing. "Not the cane, Sir!" she begged. "Last weeks dozen had me only able to stand for the whole weekend. Something a little less severe would be most appreciated!"
Her husband merely murmured and turned to the coat rack next to the door where a long leather saddle strap hung down menacingly. His favourite for he knew his wife could take a full swing across her broad backside and be able to stand still for the full score. The strap it was!
His wife watched wide eyed as he took the strap and wrapped one end around his fist. He indicated her attire. She gave a pout and bent over to remove her white bloomers before he made her bend over the kitchen table...