The House at Vauxhall
Up in
the sleeping loft of her mother's tiny London cottage, the teen girl
lay listening to faint night sounds. Tonight, July 14, 1790, was the
night! Her sharp ears detected her mother's measured breathing
downstairs, so it was as safe as it ever could be. Catherine had
stashed her best clothes outside, next to the privy. Her plan was
simple, she would dress outside and then escape.
Careful
to not wake her younger brother and sister, she crept down the
ladder, wincing as it creaked under her weight. Downstairs, just
enough moonlight filtered in to show the sleeping outline of her
mother. If caught now, Catherine would simply claim to need the
privy.
She
anxiously watched her mother as the back door squeaked. Blessedly
there was no response. The girl stepped out into the London night,
and found herself herself so nervous that she really did need the
privy. That done, she ditched her nightgown in favor of the bundle
of clothes she had stashed behind a bush. It felt strange to dress
outside, but it was dark and she was in heavy shadow.
Once
dressed, she had another attack of nerves. This was it! She had
heard of Vauxhall Pleasure Gardens her entire life. Today she would
finally explore there, or at least try!
Catherine's
family was poor, so she had no money to pay for admission nor to buy
the food, drinks and other pleasures inside. But she had heard that
sometimes unaccompanied maidens were particularly welcome. Her
developing body had been whispering to her lately, claiming that
there was more to life than what her little family offered. She was
restless, ready for new experiences and ready to meet new people. An
overly-optimistic voice inside her even raised the possibility of a
rich lover!
Besides
adventure and love, Catherine had a more down-to-earth hope for her
trip to the Pleasure Gardens, the possibility of employment. The
girl wasn't totally ignorant about sex. So yes, she knew one
sure-fire way for a young maiden to earn money in the Pleasure
Gardens! However, Catherine also knew of the stigma and pregnancy
danger involved and wasn't yet prepared to surrender her virginity.
(Although a certain stable boy had tried hard.) So prostitution
wasn't her aim. A job serving in one of the many food booths was a
better idea.
Catherine
lived with her mother and two younger siblings. Shortly before the
birth of the youngest, a press gang had forced her father aboard a
King's ship. Her mother had cried, but had also anticipated the day
that his ship would bring back her husband along with his pay. Alas,
Catherine's father never returned. The poor man hadn't survived the
brutal transformation from landsman to sailor. His death happened
quickly, a fall from aloft to the hard deck.
A
junior officer had arrived with the news of her father's death. He
left a pittance from the King, which did nothing to replace the wages
her father would have earned had he not been grabbed by that press
gang. After that, Catherine's mother worked long hours as a
seamstress to feed her family. Fortunately their humble cottage was
inherited, otherwise the family would be threatened with
homelessness.
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After
walking through dark streets, Catherine arrived at the wherry docks
on the Thames river. Across the water, the gay lights of the
Pleasure Gardens beaconed, and wisps of music floated across the
water. She stood with dozens of well-dressed folks vying for passage
across the river. She watched one boat fill up. When every seat
seemed filled, the wherryman noticed the slim girl and motioned for
her to squeeze aboard.
“I...I
have no fare” she admitted.
He
looked at her closely, “I don't know you. Are you new?”
“I'm
hoping to find work there”
He
spoke gruffly, but not unkindly, “Come along then,”
She
squeezed between two large men. Her eyes widened and she stiffened
as somebody's hand frankly explored the curves of her ripening body.
Working
hard yet skillfully, the Wherryman rowed across the polluted river.
On the other side, the passengers exited, walking towards the
brightly lit entrance gate for the Pleasure Gardens. Firmly, the
wherryman took Catherine’s arm and walked her to a back gate.
There he introduced her as a “prospect”. Catherine didn't
notice, but the man collected a small bounty. To continue to attract
clients, the Pleasure Gardens required a constant supply of fresh
maidens, (plus a not-insignificant supply of tender boys). All
wherrymen constantly watched for new prospects.
As he
left her, he whispered in her ear, “Seek work at a food booth, but
at all costs avoid the Dark Walk. Only one thing happens there, and
soon your sweet body would be large with child! Do you understand
lass?”
Catherine
had no idea what the “Dark Walk” was, but she understood
pregnancy, and so comprehended the warning. Eyes wide, she nodded.
“Go
then little maiden,” he said, “Find kitchen or server work and ye
will be fine.”
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Entrance
through the front gate costs a half-shilling, which Catherine had
never had in her life. But a Pleasure Garden needs a steady supply
of servers, musicians, magicians, and (yes) prostitutes. So a new
prospect like Catherine was welcome. They simply waved her through
the gate and then (behind her back) paid off the wherryman.
Open-mouthed,
and feeling like a country bumpkin, Catherine wandered around, amazed
at the sights, sounds and smells.
The
place was crowded with mostly upper class revelers. Among the gaily
dressed ladies and the well-dressed man were many military, some
navy, some from regiments. The military were mostly in all-male
groups. After some called to her, Catherine learned to either give
them a wide berth, or to pretend not to hear.
Pretending
not to hear was actually easy, because of the din caused by so many
people and so many performers. Sometimes she could stand in one
place and hear wildly differing music from multiple places. One band
might be playing what we now call “classical” music, whilst
another played a lively jig, while a third group lead revelers in a
bawdy song!
And the
lights! Hundreds of lamps hung from trees and nooks. Scattered
seemingly at random were dining booths, grottoes, and booths that
sold drinks and all other manner of things, including illicit
pleasures.
People
didn't bath regularly in these days, so many people reeked of strong
perfume. Also her nostrils were assaulted by cooking smoke and lamp
smoke. Strong as these odors were, they couldn't overpower normal
London funk, which the walls of the Pleasure Garden couldn't exclude.
Wandering
around, the sharp young girl quickly learned the layout of the place.
The Grand Walk cut through the very center, a wide promenade lined
with matching elms. Along the Grand Walk was a huge rococo Turkish
tent which housed an orchestra. The center of the gardens featured
the Rotunda. Catherine wandered inside and was shocked at the beauty
of its brightly lit interior.
Occupying
one corner of the Gardens was the “Dark Walk”, a place for
romantic assignations, and the workplace of male and female
prostitutes.
When
she accidentally wandered close to the entrance of the “Dark Walk,”
things became scary for the girl. Several men prowled the entrance.
The presence of this comely but lower class maiden instilled instant
excitement. Men started literally bidding for her, as if at auction.
Fearfully, Catherine backed away, when she literally backed into the
arms of a man!
He
spoke soothingly with a cultured voice, “This is no place for a
fresh maiden like you.”
Those
men had become dangerously insistent, but on seeing that new man they
sullenly backed off. Her protector escorted her to a tea booth and
bid her to sit.
“I
have no money for tea,” Catherine protested.
“When
you are with me,” he explained, “you need no money.”
Over
their drinks, he introduced himself as “Albert”, and then
skillfully urged her to talk about herself. He soon discovered that,
as he had guessed, this was the maiden's first foray into the
Pleasure Gardens. Also, although she was plainly dressed, Albert
noticed that this girl was a rare beauty.
Over
those cups of tea, Albert learned all that he needed to know.
Catherine was a “find” who would immensely please his boss!
First
he explained to her the dangers of prostitution in general, and the
Dark Walk in particular. “You would earn good money for a time.
After the first few trysts it would seem easy, even exciting. But
soon you would find yourself with child. Shortly after that, you
will be “used up”. With no father to support your child, you
would face a terrible life. You are a beautiful young woman. There
is a better future for you.”
He went
on to explain: “There are many jobs in the food booths for maidens
like you. The hours are long, the pay is poor, and men will
constantly try to lure you into the Dark Walk. Still that's better
than simply wandering in there to sell yourself. Or worse yet,
having some man take you for free!”
Catherine
listened, warily understanding that Albert had some proposition for
her.
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Finally
Albert came out with it: “Catherine I am a servant to a good man
who has certain strong appetites. I believe that you would please
him like nobody else I have found before. What I'm about to suggest
may seem embarrassing for you and yes, even a bit painful. But it
would be no worse than you have already experienced in life, and
infinitely more lucrative. My master, Sir Fredrick, will pay you
well and will protect you from harm. Better, my master will never
take your virginity, nor will he allow anyone else to do so until you
choose to marry.”
“Does
that sound interesting to you Catherine”?
Yes,
that all sounded good to Catherine except for the “embarrassing”
and “painful” part. Properly, that term “strong appetites”
also put her on guard.
“Tell
me exactly what this man would want from me.”
“All
he will want is to act as your temporary father. When he is acting
this role, he will do only what a real father would do. Your real
father sometimes saw you unclothed, Sir Fredrick will also. Your
real father sometimes punished you on your bottom, Sir Fredrick will
also, but never overly harshly. You can trust that, because he will
want you willing to return to him again and again! And like your
father, Sir Fredrick will save your virginity for your future
husband.”
And
then he played his best hand: “Unlike your father, Sir Fredrick
will pay you in gold for the pleasure of serving as your temporary
father! He will send you home with gold tonight and give you more
each time you return!”
Unconvinced
but tempted, Catherine begged, “Tell me more about Sir Fredrick.”
“He
is a man of mystery and a particular friend of His Majesty King
George III,” explained Albert, “Some say he is a diplomat, but
others insist he is a spy.” Albert delivered the punchline with a
conspiratorial whisper, “Truthfully, there's no difference between
the two.”
“I
have served him for ten years now, and he is a man of character. As
you will privately discover, he has his particular appetites, but
they are harmless appetites. Make him a friend, and you will have a
friend for life.”
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Intrigued
and properly nervous, Catherine agreed to meet Albert's master. As
they left the tea booth, Catherine expected to be taken back across
the Thames to the city. Instead, Albert led her to a quiet corner of
the Pleasure Garden behind a tall hedge. To her surprise, there sat
a house! It wasn't a huge house, but she learned that it was the
residence of this strange man, and also a popular party place for the
rich and famous. But tonight, only a few lamps burned in the house.
“I
didn't know that there were houses in the Pleasure Gardens,”
Catherine exclaimed.
“There's
only one,” Albert explained, “and nobody knows how Sir Fredrick
came to own it, but he has many important connections.”
Rather
than enter the front, they walked around to the rear, where there was
a detached kitchen and other tiny outbuildings. There Albert
introduced her to Margaret, the housekeeper. He soon left them
alone.
Margaret
seemed pleased with Catherine, “So you are here to meet Sir
Frederick?”
“Yes
Miss,” replied Catherine.
Margaret
held her at arms length, “Yes, I think he will like you. Can you
be a good daughter to him?”
“Albert
explained that to me Miss, I will certainly try to please him.”
“Good,”
Margaret exclaimed, “Our master has his strange ways, but he is a
good man. Just be obedient and do as he bids. You will soon come to
like him. I know that I do!”
Seeing
that the man's servants loved him gave Catherine great encouragement.
“Well,”
Margaret said in a businesslike tone, “we have work to do.” She
handed Catherine a bucket and pointed towards a well. Draw water
whilst I throw wood on the fire.”
They
spent the next half hour hauling water, and pouring it into a copper
tub in one of the small outbuildings. It was the first such bathtub
that Catherine had ever seen. While they worked, a large pot of
water heated on the kitchen stove. Finally the water boiled.
Margaret carefully carried the pot to the bath house, and poured it
into the tub, warming the water somewhat.
“Okay”,
Margaret commanded, “Off with your clothes.”
Catherine
looked at Margaret aghast, “W...why?”
“You
don't want to get your clothes all wet do you? Normally a lady
undresses before bathing.”
“I'm
taking a bath?”
“Yes
you are Missy. Sir Fredrick likes his maidens clean.”
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The
bathtub was a new experience for Catherine. Her family home had
neither tub nor sufficient water to fill one. Water was either
carried from a far-away public well, or purchased from a water cart.
In this era, public baths weren’t common in London.
There
were rivers and creeks in London, but they were too polluted for
bathing. So she normally bathed with sponge and basin.
Naturally
it felt odd at first, but she warmed to the experience as she soaked
in the tepid water and scrubbed her young skin with rough soap.
When
she finally emerged from the tub, her clothes were gone, replaced by
a towel and a simple white gown.
Margaret
helped her dry and then don the robe, and then she brushed the
maiden's dark hair until it shined.
Margaret
stood back to admire her work, “Oh he will like you!”
And
then she offered final advice, “Remember that you are playing the
part of Sir Fredrick’s daughter, as he is playing the part of your
father. But don't put on airs! Be yourself. He will want to know
about you. Tell him the truth. Fully and honestly answer his
questions, even if they are embarrassing. At some point he will
accuse you of some misbehavior. Don't take it wrongly! It's only a
game, so he will know that you are truly innocent. Finally, there
will be a spanking. It will be a real spanking, and you will likely
cry. However, it won't be severe. Tomorrow there will be no redness
to be found.”
“Understand?”
That
was much for Catherine to absorb at once, so she started to shake
from nerves.
Margaret
hugged her, reassured her, and then led her into the house.
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It is
said that the famous house in the Vauxhall Pleasure Gardens had all
of it's walls covered with looking glass, but that was untrue.
Margaret led the white-gowned Catherine through a large parlor.
Catherine would later learn that this is the room where Sir Fredrick
hosted his famous parties. The decor of the parlor featured several
large mirrors, which had the effect of making the room seem larger
and amplifying the lamp light.
In a
short hallway, Margaret knocked at a certain door. A deep male voice
answered, bidding her to enter. Margaret opened the door with a
flourish and then stepped aside for Catherine to enter. Her heart
thumping, Catherine shyly entered the man's private lair, to be
greeted by mirrors on all four walls and even on the ceiling! The
effect was dizzying!
Three
large lamps burned in the room. With the reflection of all those
mirrors, the brightness was almost painful to the maiden's sharp
eyes.
Sir
Fredrick was a pleasant looking man, in an oldish avuncular sort of
way. He was slightly plump, balding, and had a round face with a
disarming smile. He reached out to take Catherine's hand as Margaret
formally introduced them. After promising to “bring tea”,
Margaret left, leaving Catherine alone with this strange man.
The
room, which Catherine soon learned he called his “den,” was
sparsely furnished. It had a couch, a small desk and a few wooden
chairs. More furniture would have ruined the effect of the mirrors,
which the girl found dizzying and disorienting.
After
the introduction, he sat her down and quizzed her about herself. Of
course, that was the one subject where she felt fairly safe, so she
answered freely. She concentrated on his face in an attempt to
forget the mirrors, because everywhere else she looked, she saw a
white-gowned reflection of herself.
Soon
Margaret brought tea and biscuits, but then again disappeared, even
though Catherine looked at the lady beseechingly, praying not to be
left alone!
But had
Catherine known the full portent of Sir Fredrick's strange breath,
she would have known that her virginity was safe. Although it didn't
yet show, the man had the “sweet disease” (diabetes). It would
be several years before the disease truly ravished him, but it was
already sufficiently advanced to steal his sexual potency. He
compensated by indulging his passion for spanking young maidens.
However, he wasn't a brutal man. He spanked his hired maidens
without guilt, but those spankings were never truly severe. More
importantly, he always left his beloved “spanking maidens” better
off than he had found them. Thanks to Sir Fredrick's kindness and
attention, several of his past “spanking maidens” had ended up
happily married to men who who offered lives well above the maiden's
original station in life.
Over
tea and biscuits, he diligently probed Catherine's family life. He
asked about her parents, especially her mother. He wasn't surprised
that the maiden had sneaked out of her house to try her luck in the
Pleasure Gardens. He breathed a sigh of relief that Albert had found
her before it was too late for her. Later, he would send Albert to
smooth things over with Catherine's mother.
Then,
to Catherine's embarrassment, the man's questions focused on
punishments. How was she punished? How about her younger brother
and sister? Was it on the bare? What implements did her mother use?
She
blushed and cringed, but answered honestly. At his gentle
insistence, she now called him “father” or “sir”.
Then
the man left to visit the privy. (She would learn that he needed the
privy a lot.) When he returned he pointedly asked her if she needed
the privy.
She
didn't.
That's
when the atmosphere of the encounter changed. At first his voice was
quite gentle and fatherly in expressing his disappointment for her
“untruthfulness”. He became increasingly insistent, his voice
increasingly firm.
Having
been warned, the maiden denied nothing. Instead, her heart pounding
madly in nervous fear, she groveled, apologized and promised eternal
future truthfulness.
The man
was so good at playing the part of a stern but disappointed father,
that Catherine lost herself in the moment. Her eyes filled with
tears. They weren't tears of frustration from being upbraided for
something she was innocent of, but real tears of contrition. They
were the tears of a daughter waiting to be justifiably punished by a
parental figure!
Finally
he announced her punishment, she must be spanked!
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Brusquely,
Sir Fredrick pulled a wooden chair to the room's center, sat, and
beaconed to the slim, comely, but saddened white-robed maiden. Eyes
downcast, she stood before him. After a few sorrowful-sounding
words, he reached for the hem of her gown.
“Raise
your arms dear,” he ordered.
Without
considering what was about to happen, she obeyed. Expertly, he
whipped the gown over her head. In a trice, she went from being
modestly covered to totally naked. Shocked, she stammered and looked
about like a trapped animal. Now the mirrors mocked her. Everywhere
she looked she saw a slightly different nude portrait of herself, and
from all angles! Some showed her from the front, her new curls
barely hiding her sex. Others showed her from the rear, her bottom
mounds (temporarily) white and untouched, yet firm and inviting.
Looking
down only gave her a direct view of her nakedness, so in desperation
she looked up. Staring down from the ceiling, was a view that showed
her young face and dark hair, but accentuated the size of her
breasts.
Naturally,
Sir Frederick was looking too! In fact, his eyes watered at the
sight. His eyesight was dim and misty from the ravages of diabetes.
But this brightly lighted room helped him appreciate the flawless
perfection of her slim and flowering body.
He
caught his breath and murmured, “This time Albert has truly outdone
himself.”
Most
would assume that the mirrors in the man's lair had pornographic
purposes, but actually they amplified the lamplight to assist his
dimming vision. Except when the sun shined brightly thru a window,
this was the only room where he could read and work productively.
He
spoke gently, yet in a voice that invited no resistance, “Come
dear. Over you go.”
Gently
yet firmly, he guided her naked body across his lap. Soon she was
staring at the ornate carpet. At her other end, her toes hovered in
mid air. He gloried in the sight as his eyes caressed her flawless
nether regions. He cupped a buttock, felt its youthful firmness, and
sighed with contentment. He meant to bring her along carefully, he
wanted much more of Catherine!
He
scolded as he spanked, but neither the scolding nor the spanking were
severe. The maiden was rigid at first, but then he felt her relax as
she realized that this spanking had only a mild sting. He spanked
on, enjoying the feel of her buttocks, and loving the kinetic way
that her buttocks flattened with each spank, rippled briefly, and
then snapped back into shape as if begging for the next spank.
Scolding
occasionally, he spanked on,
Somehow,
the interplay of the mild spanking and the man's words had a strange
effect on Catherine. Always before, spankings had hurt her and been
an unpleasant experience, something to be avoided at all costs. But
this was different, very different! Deep in her groin she became
aware of a strange feeling, a pressure combined with sort of tickle
and a damp feeling. It felt good! She discovered that if she rubbed
her hips against Sir Fredrick's thigh, it felt even better!
Sir
Fredrick quickly detected Catherine's arousal, and couldn't believe
his luck! Some maidens needed several spankings before reaching that
point. In fact, some never did at all. Naturally he was tempted to
caress between her thighs, but that would be out of character for a
father. Sir Fredrick lived by a strange self-imposed ethical
framework. His “spanking maidens” were just that, they were for
spanking, but they weren't his lovers. For that, he had a good woman
to warm his bed and to share whatever intimacies he was still capable
of.
Confident
that this beauty would soon grow to crave his corporal attentions, he
felt safe in taking her spanking to the next level. He stopped for a
moment to give fair warning, “Now it gets serious, but then it will
be over.”
The
maiden actually agreed! “Yes father.”
He
almost always spanked with his hand. He craved the intimate feeling
of his cupped palm against firm young buttock, so why use anything
else? Oh yes! There was a cane in a cupboard, but that was only for
those occasions when a spanking maiden or a servant truly
disappointed him and therefore required true punishment. Using it
gave him little pleasure.
He
paused, paused to allow her to relax, but also to prolong this
precious moment. Finally he raised his hand high and brought it down
hard.
Out in
the hallway, Margaret noted the pause, and then heard that first
serious spank. She nodded knowingly. Now the spanking would get
loud. But in the same way that those last frantic coital thrusts
before an orgasm signal the end of a coupling, Catherine's spanking
was nearly over.
Sir
Fredrick rained hard spanks down on Catherine's bottom. Purposely he
hadn't restrained her legs. He loved to watch the show as a maiden's
legs pumped and kicked and her thighs shamelessly flew open. She
didn't disappoint! The maiden gasped and then attempted to twist her
bottom out of range, but he expertly held her in place. First she
grunted, and then squealed with increasingly shrill notes, and then
finally burst into tears.
Instantly
he stopped spanking, but held her in position. As she cried, he
watched the shivering of her buttocks, enjoying their motion and the
color his efforts had painted there. From his corporal efforts and
from his excitement, he was breathing hard. So he held her there,
allowing them both to calm.
Finally
he helped her to her feet, but then held his arms out to her. Still
blubbering, still naked, she crawled into his lap. He rocked and
cooed as she cried. He actually encouraged her to cry, to cry out
her pain, cry out her fears, cry about her dead father, and even to
cry about her impoverished upbringing.
As they
shared that intimate moment, Margaret crept into the room to swap
Catherine's clothing for the white gown.
He knew
the moment that she regained her senses, because she suddenly seemed
to remember her nakedness. The spanked maiden turned her head and
blushed prettily.
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He left
the room briefly to allow her privacy to dress. Margaret and Albert
were with him when he re-entered. By now Catherine was composed.
She had dressed and had wiped her face with a towel that Margaret had
thoughtfully provided.
Sir
Fredrick gave the maiden a handful of coins. There were some
assorted coppers, and a golden half guinea. It was more money than
her mother made in a fortnight!
“The
golden one is for your mother” he explained, “the others are for
you”.
“But...but
what will I tell her?” Catherine asked plaintively?
Sir
Fredrick's heart pounded, because that raised the biggest question of
all!
“Before
I answer, I must put a question to you. The three of us wish to hear
your answer.”
She
looked him in the eyes, “Yes sir?”
“Catherine,”
he asked, “Will you come again? Come regularly to be my daughter
for a day? Will you come even though you will be spanked every
time?”
She
blushed, “You really want me sir?”
“Yes,
I would! And remember that nothing will happen to you here that a
good father wouldn't do to you, so your virginity will be safe.”
“Then
the answer is 'yes' sir,”
Sir
Fredrick's heart soared, “That is excellent daughter. I promise
you will never be sorry!”
“About
your mother,” he continued, “Tonight Albert will see you safely
home. Hopefully you can sneak back to bed without being missed.
Tomorrow, Albert will return to inform your mother that you have been
hired by me as a special servant. Four days each week you will
attend Miss Angela’s School for Maidens. There you will learn your
social graces.
“School?”
said Catherine wonderingly, “You would send me to school?”
“Yes
school,” the man replied firmly, “Any daughter of mine should
have her social graces.”
“But
what of the other days?” she asked.
“Saturday
is for your mother, Sunday is for church and rest. Wednesdays are
mine. You will spend mornings helping Margaret, and afternoons being
my daughter. Your weekly spankings will be no burden. In due time,
you will come to crave them.”
The
sudden color in the girl's cheeks gave witness that the “craving”
had already began.
Do you
agree?”
She
moved to hug him, but then remembered herself and curtsied prettily.
When she stood, he favored her with a fatherly embrace.
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Sir
Fredrick was a man who kept his promises. From that day, Catherine's
family was no longer poor. Every Wednesday, Catherine willingly
arrived at that strange house in Vauxhall Pleasure Gardens, where she
helped Margaret all morning, took a luxurious bath, and then indulged
Sir Fredrick for the afternoon, always receiving a firm spanking in
the bargain.
For
nearly two years Sir Fredrick enjoyed this remarkable spanking
maiden. Meanwhile she learned her social graces, sometimes feeling
Miss Angela's painful rod in the process. When Miss Angela finally
declared her ready, Sir Fredrick did what any high quality father
would do: Lovingly but regretfully, he introduced his “daughter”
to society. As he had always planned, Catherine was soon happily
married to a rich young gentleman. Therefore, Sir Fredrick lost his
favorite spanking maiden forever. Catherine's new husband couldn't
believe his luck in finding a beautiful woman who insisted on being
regularly spanked. For her part, Catherine delighted in this new
combination of sex and spanking. Each complimented the other!
Soon
after Catherine's wedding, Albert found his master a fresh spanking
maiden. But in Sir Fredrick’s mind, none could ever match
Catherine!
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