Monday, 12 November 2018

New era - exploration

Hello folks, 

I realise it has been a while since I have written on here.  Some of you may be aware that I have recently moved, changed careers and as a result greatly reduced the number of sessions I do on the scene.  For those of you worried I am retreating from the scene DON'T PANIC!!  I most certainly am not!  However, I am evolving and as such so are my kinks.  I never shared my kinks (other than spanking of course!) with you folks prior to this year but as I grow older I have found kinks develop and kinks change as the years go by.  Because I am no longer offering sessions as such I now have a place you can see me reveal all like never before....and here is where you may find it:

Here is where I shall be revealing all about:

  • My Domestic Discipline (DD) lifestyle
  • Exploring my love and developing kinks within the world of BDSM
  • Sharing my fantasies with you with regular BDSM erotica recorded for you to enjoy
  • Allowing YOU to decide on some of my punishments.  When I do something wrong I shall be putting a poll up of which punishment I am to receive for my misdemeanour....and whichever wins will be what I must suffer for you.  Ouch!!
  • Of course there will be spanking! (I can hear the sighs of relief as we speak!)
  • Daily updates of what is going on in my world, be it a fantasy play, a domestic discipline of exploring the world of BDSM.
I do hope you enjoy it, as I know I shall be having fun producing this material.  Just so you know, this will be filmed on the fly, so I shall have no fancy lights or makeup on.  This will be just me, my phone and my imagination!

Monday, 19 February 2018

From queen bee to borstal me

I, Miss Woods, ruled the school.  The old headmaster had been a pushover for years.  I know just how to play him.  Always have, always will.  I was not therefore worried when I was called to his office 6 weeks ago.  I was to be in for a huge shock.  The school has been placed in special measures and the old headmaster has been replaced by a new one determined to bring the school back to its former excellence.... 

 Our new top man did not take kindly to my attitude and lack of attention to uniform hauling me over his knee for a thorough spanking, which he applied on my bare bottom much to my bitter humiliation.  Angry at this horrid treatment and with my bottom bright red and smarting I headed back to class.  I was not beaten yet.

My cigarette and alcohol racket was still going strong and my minions were sent out to push the merchandise onto the younger girls.  As far as I was concerned the more the merrier.  Unfortunately for me the new headmaster was not prepared to turn a blind eye to my business like the old one; this one was determined to bring me down to earth with a bump.  Hauled to the office I tried to talk my way out of trouble by pretending I had nothing to do with it but this only resulted in my being more severely punished; once for lying about my involvement and once for my selling alcohol and cigarettes.  The headmaster decided I was to be publicly caned on my bare bottom for this....that way all the other girls would learn just what happens when they misbehave like I have.  I could not believe I was made to bend over and lower my school panties in front of the entire school.  The caning was so very painful I cried out in pain and the tears flowed.  I would never live this down amongst my classmates.  This man must pay for what he has done to me....

I had been smarting for a few days when I finally came up with a plan.  I have always excelled in chemistry so why not cook up some drugs and call up the press to bring this man down.  That way he gets the sack and I get to go back to ruling the school.  I was caught, just as I planned, however the press never got into the school leaving me with just my crime and the headmaster.  He was furious but calmly explained to me that he has washed his hands of me.  This is a police matter now and after he punishes me I am to be collected by officials and taken away to a borstal for young offenders.  I was mortified.  I was going to be marched through the school in handcuffs and taken away to a regime that I was sure would be far harsher than the place I have just left.  I could not stop crying.

Borstal was all I imagined it to be.  Pure hell.  I was introduced to the man who runs the unit and he made my old headmaster look like a pussy.  I was never going to survive this.  He reminded me to not fall in with the wrong crowd and to keep my head down, do as I am told.  I was shocked to learn that every guard carried a strap that could be used on site on our bare bottoms.  This truly was an awful place.  Was it ignorance or just plain obstinacy?  I don't know but within days of being inside I had fallen in with just the crowd I had been told not to and was brought before the governor.  He could not have been less impressed and dealt with my new-found mouthiness with a short sharp shock across his knee with a wooden paddle.  I lost my temper and called him a bastard, which only result in my receiving a dose of the cane.  My bottom was on fire and I felt trapped.  I could not stop being friends with these people...they would never allow that.  What do I do now?  I never imagined what would happen next though....

Many girls on the wing came down with a dose of poisoning and were very sick.  Being the only girl with a history of cooking up anything similar I was first under suspicion and given my association with the 'heavies' I was going to struggle to talk my way out of this one.  Here is the irony though; I didn't do it.  Trouble is when I got into the governor's office he didn't believe me for one second and why would he?  my record speaks for itself.  He called me evil and thrashed me so severely with the wooden paddle I was in floods of tears and begging to go home.  I was not going anywhere, though.  Not yet.  I still had a lesson to learn.

A week had passed and my bottom had begun to recover.  I had pretty much kept myself to myself and barely spoken to a soul.  My record had dramatically improved having only earned one strapping for being late for breakfast.  You can imagine my dread when I heard over the tannoy I had been summoned to the governor's office again.  What could I have possibly done wrong this time?  I was relieved when I entered the office to find him not angry with me at all.  It turns out he knew I had not poisoned the other girls and he knew I had been bullied by the 'heavies', now removed from the unit, but he wanted me to learn a lesson  on how it feels to be on the receiving end of such behaviour.  Finally I understood my behaviour and realised that I should treat my fellow school mates with respect and not have them fear me.  This allowed me a passport home.  I just had to receive one more dose of the cane, where I was to receive it quietly and wit grace and I would be allowed home.  

I could not have been more relieved to be able to pack my bag and leave.  I never wanted to come back to this terrible place.

Friday, 12 January 2018

Bottoms Up party 8th February!

Hello folks!  Happy New Year!  I do apologise for leaving this blog dormant for a wee while, I guess real life simply got in the way....I do have a fantasy story to share with you, however first of all:

I am excited to announce my first Bottoms Up party for 2018, which is on 8th February.  Our ladies will be dressed in their secretarial outfits to receive their punishments for a singularly poor work record, which only reflects badly on the company.  You gentlemen, as shareholders, are here to correct this matter, thus protecting your interests! Naturally the team leader, Miss Woods must be made an example of and is therefore to receive six strokes of the cane from each of you before the proceeding begin. Ouch!  The ladies joining Miss Woods in their finest seamed stockings, pencil skirts and high heels are Miss Red, Miss Jessica, Miss Nikita,   PlUS Miss Wynter is back!!  Finally we welcome NEW to Bottoms Up Miss Rosie Cleopatra!  

A caning on the bare bottom!

This party is in Camberwell from 12.30-5.30pm. Will you join us? Each of you gentlemen will see each lady for a mini 1-2-1 and the dreaded cane at the end. Bubbly and fine buffet lunch is all part of the day's fun. Get in touch now to book! For those gentlemen who switch there is an opportunity to do this during the latter half of the party, but the main focus is on male top, female sub.

New lady Miss Rosie Cleopatra

Naturally all play is within the limits of the participants! If you would like to join us then get in touch by e-mailing Leia at

Or call: 07595738626

I hope to hear from you Sir!

Thursday, 29 June 2017

Bottoms Up! party 20th July

Hello folks!

Just a post to let you know I have another fun-filled afternoon planned for discerning gentlemen on 20th July In Camberwell for you to enjoy!

Pictured: The gorgeous Red

The ladies are Nikita, Jadie, Red, Sam and of course my good self (there will be more ladies added).  Our ladies will be dressed in their best summer tea party wear to celebrate the Reverend Jones opening of the Summer fete. But have they been behaving themselves? Of course not! As local councillors you gentlemen must punish these ladies for letting the reputation of the Reverend down.

The host Leia-Ann Woods is quite incorrigible with her unladylike behaviour and will be bent over and have her bottom bared for a cold caning. Six of the best from each of you gentlemen is just what this lady deserves! Once Miss Woods has been shown the error of her ways it is time for the other ladies to face the music with her. Gentlemen will be asked by each lady to see them for a 'mini' 1-2-1 session for a spanking and a good few strokes with a strap or paddle to correct their behaviour! I will break for a buffet lunch before the ladies are given a dose of good Olde English discipline; The dreaded cane. Each girl will be called up individually to receive six strokes from each gentleman. We hope such a punishment in front of an audience will have our ladies transformed to behave in the ladylike behaviour one should expect! There is an opportunity for gentlemen to switch with ladies not being caned should they think they deserve it, but be careful what you wish for....they can be very strict!

Pictured: The blonde bombshell Nikita

If this sounds like something you would enjoy, please come and join us. We host our parties at a high-class venue in Central London, with an atmosphere to match. We hope to see you there!
phone: 07595738626

Leia xxxxx

Monday, 5 June 2017


I am in deep trouble.  I have been repeatedly caught smoking and my bad habit has set light to a bin by the kitchens, damaging school property.  Outside the Headmaster's office I just know I am for the high jump, but it is too late.  Nothing I can do but wait and face the music.

Finally, I hear his voice boom 'ENTER!' from within his expansive office.  Although I am afraid of what will happen I am almost relieved that the wait is now finally over.  I have been punished by the headmaster and he is a firm believer that no girl should have the privilege of keeping her panties up and no girl shall leave the office without having received a severe thrashing combined with a thoroughly humiliating experience.  That way the perpetrator will think twice before stepping out of line in future.  Today I was to suffer this fate.

I silently enter the office and loiter by the door in a desperate hope that I would remain invisible.  This of course does not work.  The headmaster orders me to stand before him and to tuck the back of my skirt into the waistband.  I feel exposed now but my situation is about to get far worse.

'Lower your underwear to your thighs', the Headmaster barks at me.  I bite my lip but do as I am asked.   Already I am regretting my actions and he has not even begun.  My bare bottom exposed to him, the headmaster unleashes a tirade of a lecture upon my ears.  I am a sixth-former, I should know better and I certainly should not find myself in his office stood before him with my panties at my thighs awaiting punishment.  I had nothing to say in reply; I wanted to cry but held back the tears....I had no doubt that I would be crying when I was bent over for my punishment.  The headmaster sat on a chair placed in front of his desk and called me over.

'Bend over.'  He took me over one of his knees, leaving the other leg to hold me in place if I kicked out.  I had suffered this humiliating pose before.  'Nose to the floor.'  I did as asked and was horrified to find this new addition to his methods pushed my bottom further in the air, exposing it to the punishment that was about to come.  He began to spank me.  Oh my!  It was hard!  It was not long before I was wriggling around and crying out.  'Keep that nose to the floor young lady,' said the headmaster as he locked his free leg over mine, both to hold me in place and raise my bottom even further in the air.  I could not believe I had ended up in such a position at my age!  The spanking continued, but even harder than before.  I cried out even louder but it was to no avail.  The man meant business and I was not going anywhere until I had been thoroughly punished.

Finally, the spanking ended, but that was not the end of my detention.  Far from it.
'Fetch me the plimsole,' order the headmaster.  I did as I was told.  I did not want to add anything extra to my woes.  'Back in position.  Nose to the floor.'  I reluctantly bent over.  This time the headmaster took no chances and locked his leg over mine immediately.  I soon discovered why.  The pain!  so many strokes and no matter how much I cried out the headmaster just continued to rain down on my exposed and now very sore bottom.  At this rate I would not be sitting for a week.  It was nothing I did not deserve, however.

'Up.'  barked the headmaster.  'Bend over my desk.'  The headmaster fetched a rather terrifying looking cane and swished it in the air.  I cringed, but stayed put.  My bottom was on fire but I had no wish to earn extra strokes.  '12 strokes.  You will remain still and count each one.'

I have never received the cane but this was a searing pain like no other and just as I had recovered from the previous stroke, the next was applied to my bottom; one after another until I reached count 12.

'Stand up.  You will NEVER behave like this again.  If I see you in my office again this term I shall repeat your detention in front of the whole school.  Do you understand?'  I silently nodded, tears running down my cheeks.

'Right.  follow me.  you are going to be made an example of.'  The headmaster took me outside his office and had me face the wall.  He placed a coin on the wall and had me hold it in place with my nose.  'If I hear that coin drop to the floor you will receive another dose of the plimsole.  You will remain there for all your friends to see until the end of the day.'  And that is where I stayed....a sorry sight with my red bottom on display as an example of what happens to girls who break the rules at this school.

I do hope you enjoyed that folks!  I enjoyed writing it!  Now to play it out.....

Tuesday, 4 April 2017


Hello folks!  I won't bang on for hours this month, but I do need to let you know my availability.  If you wish to have funsies with me (and believe me I need the discipline!) then I am only available for the remainder of this week and next week as I am on holiday from 18th April for 2 weeks.  Consequently I will be in much need of a firm hand on my bottom on my return.  A girl can have too much fun you know!

That's all for now, other than to say the next Bottoms Up is booking up so do get in touch for bookings:

Hope to see you soon and happy spankings!

Monday, 6 March 2017

The (not so) great escape

The alarm has sounded.  They know I have gone and I have not got more than a mile.  Sweating and dirty I run through the trees, hoping to escape the Borstal I have hated for the last year.  It is not long before I hear footsteps behind me and shouts.  I try to run faster but I am tiring already and have no idea where I am going.  I feel an arm grip me round the waist and I am wrestled to the ground.  My arms are pulled roughly behind my back and I feel handcuffs cut into my wrists before I am hauled to my feet.

I am marched back to the building where the clang of the doors behind me tells me all I need to know about my immediate future.  I am taken to my cell and locked in for the night.  I can hear the calls from the other inmates but I cannot answer as my eyes are full of tears and I don't want the others to know I am crying.

The following morning I am taken from my cell and brought before the visiting magistrate.  I am utterly shocked when he sentences me to a public birching on my bare bottom.  I am to be the first girl to ever be birched.  I want to cry all over again.  I have heard that the birch is almost unbearable.  I am taken back to my cell and ordered to strip by one of the officers.  I am left on my own shivering and shaking with fear.  I can hear the preparations outside but I have no idea what it is they are doing.  When the door does finally open I am shocked to see all the other inmates outside their cells on the landings.  I am taken down the stairs and marched towards a bench in the middle of the floor.  I am bent over it and my wrists and ankles are firmly restrained to it.  I can see the dreaded birch on another table in front of me.  The visiting magistrate picks it up and gives the implement a swish.  I flinch but am unable to move from my prone position.

The magistrate takes up his position with another officer opposite instructed to give count.  The first stroke swishes through the air and lands on my bottom with such a sting I can only gasp in sheer pain.  The stroke is counted and I am given a brief reprieve before the second one is applied.  If I thought it would get any better, it didn't.  The burning sensation simply increased causing me to wobble my bottom in order to relieve myself of the pain, much to the amusement of the officer.  The third stroke was applied and was so painful I screamed loudly, which did nothing to alter the genial mood of the officer in charge of the count.  I could not believe I had another 9 to go.  Each stroke was applied with increasing force and no matter how much I wriggled and writhed I could not escape the punishment.  The final stroke was so hard tears began to run down my face but the punishment was not to end there.  I was to remain on the bench for the morning so that everyone could see what happens to those who escape.  Naked and prone across the bench, my nether regions exposed I felt humiliated at the thought of being made an example of in such a way.  Needless to say, all thoughts of escape had completely run away from me....

Given Spring is in the air I thought a birching scene was most appropriate!  I hope you enjoy it!


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