A dirty weekend: The pictures

I have the pictures as promise folks, so here they are.  For those who know me I am no fan of being dirty, and Charlotte, having never done a day of work in her life, is particularly unhappy with the idea...

There is dirt everywhere, particularly on my feet, which never fails to bother me.  HH (Charles), knows this and exploited that fact to break down my will.  He succeeded admirably!

Charlotte is now losing the will to live and has decided that staring at the stones and willing them to place themselves in the buckets might do the trick.  It didn't.

If anyone was unsure just how unhappy Charlotte was, then this picture really does tell it all.  Could she look and more resentful of her situation?  I think not!  I am surprised she did not get punished for throwing Charles this look of pure anger and resentment, but I imagine he thought her situation was punishment enough....

A dirty weekend part 2

Stripped, beaten, humiliated and having been forced to work, Charlotte is at her wits end. She has no choice but to try to summon help. Surely Charles had managed this legal bind he had over her via underhand means. She rummages round the big house to find writing equipment and sets about writing a letter to one of her friends. She feels sure they can help her. She hides her letter under her blanket while she works out how she is going to post it without alerting Charles. Unfortunately for poor Charlotte slave quarters are frequently searched and her letter is found. She is summoned to the Master's chamber and she knows she is in for it now. She knocks on the door, almost inaudibly, hoping that she might pass unnoticed, but a voice bellowing enter from within signals her imminent fate. She barely enters the room and pins herself against the door, as if this may help her escape. The door is little help though as Charles takes a firm grip on her, places her hands in cuffs and orders her to kneel on a stool. He lectures her on her grave mistakes and pays her pleading and apologies no mind when he places his hand on her back, forcing her hands to the floor in front of her. She is now in an awkward position and her bottom is very vulnerable raised so high in the air. It is not long before she is wailing in pain as she is given many strokes of the birch. She tries to get up, plead with Charles, use her looks to get past him, but he ignores her and pushes her back into position for the remainder of her punishment. Next she hears a high-pitched swish through the air, which she recognizes as the switch. She had ordered such punishments for her servants in the past. She was not sure she wanted to be at this end of it and could not help wriggling away from the switch each time it left a fine, searing line across her tightened flesh. Not before a dozen had been administered was she allowed up and released from her shackles. Clearly displeased and threatening to keep a very close eye on her, Charles dismissed her back to work.

The next few days were pretty much the same for Charlotte and it did not take long for her to get fractious with her direct superior. As far as Charlotte was concerned this man was still below her in the pecking order, despite her new station in life and she was never going to take orders from him. This was a mistake, for which she earned a dozen with the whip in front of the others. Charlotte could not bear the humiliation of that and was insolent to her punisher directly after her flogging. Once more Charlotte found herself outside the Master's door and would have to face Charles himself for another beating. Her ordered her inside and had her bend over and raise her dress. He had her positioned so her bottom was raised high in the air with her head down. This was no doubt to tighten the skin, making it a more painful experience for the girl and to ensure a little humility. A new instrument was used on Charlotte this time, one she had never come across. It was a cane. Though new, Charles seemed accurate with it and most of her punishment landed on the crease of her bottom, making it dance in pain. This only seemed to encourage Charles who became more vigorous towards the end, until she promised obedience to him. Charlotte would have said anything to make it stop. Charles once more had her kneel at his feet. It was a humiliating act for Charlotte and one she would never have had to perform were she his wife. After what seemed to him to be a suitable amount of time he sent her back to her duties.

Time passed and Charlotte tried everything to win Charles over. She tried seduction, she tried enjoying herself, and she even tried as much obedience as she could muster but nothing would change his stance. This was her new role and he enjoyed torturing her within it. Charlotte had had enough and could take no more. She decided to put something in his food to make him sick. She did not want to kill him but at least if he was laid up for a while she would get some respite. She sneaked into the kitchen and stole the saltcellar. She was just rummaging through the stores for something appropriate when a familiar hand landed firmly on her shoulder. The cook spun her round and asked her what she was doing. Given the salt in one hand and the offending article in the other it was clear to cook what Charlotte's intentions had been. Cook reported her to Charles who ordered her to be taken into the punishment chamber, restrained and left to wait. After what could have been hours to Charlotte, she heard footsteps come up the stairs and recognized Charles coming into the room. He was furious. She had really done it now. Trying to hold back tears whilst he lectured her on her reprehensible behaviour, she knew she would be here for some time. Charles picked up a strap and used it on her breasts and the tender inside of her thighs. Despite her restraints, Charlotte tried to wriggle free from the offending strap, but to little effect. It always found its target and always made her scream. The whole house must have heard her, more to her shame! He turned her over onto her front but was far from finished. His strap and his whip were to tickle her backside and the inside of her thighs once more. He said he would not finish until she could barely sit for a month. After only a few strokes Charlotte believed him and was begging him to stop. Her words fell on deaf ears as she endured more and more strokes until her bottom and thighs were aflame! Finally the whip stopped and she felt him release her of her bonds. She was ordered off the punishment bench. Unable to look at him, keeping her eyes to the floor, she ran out of the punishment room as soon as Charles barked the order to do so. This was by far the most severe punishment Charlotte had suffered to date. Has she finally learned her lesson and come to accept her new station in life?

A dirty weekend part 1

Miss Charlotte Ann Dubois had one of the most privileged backgrounds in the county and as such is a refined lady expecting to marry very well. A beautiful lady, she is not short of suitors wishing to take her hand in marriage. She is the Belle of the county and knows it and is not shy to put down those suitors who do not reach the mark with a few choice words. One of these gentlemen was a Charles Delagarde. Unbeknown to her, Charlotte's father had run his accounts to the ground and dies unexpectedly leaving her in a difficult position. She receives word from Charles and goes to him immediately. She will not show him her desperation, pride will not allow her, but she hopes for a reconciliation and to be asked once more for her hand in marriage. Given her new precarious position she would be a fool not to. Charles has other ideas though.

Arriving and the Delagarde estate, Charlotte makes the best of her looks, enters with a high head and asks Charles what he wants. She is more than shocked to find him produce a document that has him the new owner of her estate and the property within it, which seemed to include her. He did not want her as his wife, she was to be a bought servant on his estate. A legal document, and no way out, Charlotte has been sentenced to a life in service to this man; the man she had tartly refused marriage to only months before. She was horrified when he approached her and began to strip her of her clothing. Charlotte did not let this oaf of a man get away with this without a fight and she certainly did not like any of his lascivious glances once she was stood before him without anything to cover her. Lashing out with her tongue brought about an even more frightening response toward her. He dragged her to a couch, bent her over, produced a strap and began to beat her with it. Charlotte was furious! No man could possibly do this to her and she lashed back at Charles with her tongue once more. This only made Charles more vigorous with his strap and soon Charlotte's anger gave way to pleas for him to stop and promises she would do as he asked. Finally he eased the strap from her but not before she had tasted enough strokes on her bottom and the tops of her thighs to leave the area thoroughly burning. Handing her a plain, grey servant uniform he left her. Unsure of what to do next and knowing that attempting to run would get her far worse than she had just received were she to be caught, she put the outfit on and slinks off to lick her wounds and massage the remains of her pride.

Charles leaves her in peace for precious little time and comes to find her. Frightened now, Charlotte asks Charles what he wants when he orders her to stand before him. His response is simple: you will do as you are told and will be punished if you fail to do so. She was also unhappy to hear that Charles will be taking a personal interest in her training. He produces the strap that had caused her much pain not more than an hour before and treated her to another dozen strokes. To test her obedience after the licks he had administered he orders her to kneel at his feet. Unsure she wants to as there is still much pride within her, she does so only because she does not know if she can possibly suffer that strap any more. Pleased at the progress Charles leaves the room having Charlotte remain on her knees. He returns with a damp outfit and orders her to change into it. Charlotte is none too happy about this. And protests that the garment is wet and will be cold. Charles does not appreciate this, telling the poor girl that it is not for her to complain. It is for her to work hard, do as she is told and keep her mouth shut. He bends her over once more and another dozen strokes are laid upon what is now a very sore bottom for Charlotte. Her ordeal is not over however, as she is now dragged outside.

The sun is strong in the Delagarde garden and Charlotte cannot help noticing a pair of buckets next to a large border filled with plants. Charles had decided it was time to put Charlotte to work and instructed her to pick up the stones from the raised bed. Charlotte was horrified; she had never worked a day in her life and this border was huge, not to mention dirty! A threat of the strap had her make a start on her task. Delicately moving around the border, she picked up what she could see, whilst avoiding getting at all dirty. Charles disappeared inside so Charlotte relaxed a little and perched on the edge of the border selecting the odd stone. She was under the impression she was not being watched. She was. Charles came out, angry with her lacklustre attitude to work, took a hold of her and dumped her face down in the dirt. Charlotte moaned in horror and struggled from his grip in an attempt to get up and clean herself off. He held her in position and then turned her over. To add insult to injury he proceeded to wipe his boots on her. My how she had fallen in only a few short months! He growled at her to stay in position, and she dare not move. Everything she did seemed to annoy him. Was this the same Charles who had once loved her and would have showered her in gifts during their marriage? Charlotte wonders if she was unwise to treat the men of her County so poorly. She is just thinking on this when Charles returns with a can of cold water. He pours it over her causing her to screech in shock. The dirt is also now adhering to her and she shoots Charles a resentful glare. His response is to drag her to her feet and set her to work again, unless she wants further punishment. Charlotte has a very sore rear so reluctantly chooses work. Eventually satisfied that the task is completed to the required standard, Charles takes her in. He has one final humiliation for her and dumps her in a bath, cleaning her down with a coarse bath brush and cold water. She flinches at the temperature of the water, angering Charles with her complaint. He bends her over the side of the bath and uses the wooden back to make her sorry. He finishes cleaning her off, a horrid and degrading experience for the once proud Miss DuBois, and sends her off to the servant quarters.

Part 2 coming soon.  Pictures to follow with that part folks!

New lady at Bottoms Up 15th June!

Hello folks!  I have a new lady coming to Bottoms Up on 15th June.  Her name is Bryony and here is more about her:

Bryony has been on the since she was eighteen, but at the ripe old age of twenty-one, she has decided that it would be fun to meet some new people by doing parties and private sessions.  She is chatty, bright, well-spoken, sweet kind of girl, (who can very occasionally be a little bit naughty!)!  She is, 5'7, curvy but slim, with 36DD breasts, a teeny waist and round voluptuous bottom.

She loves to be spanked, particularly over the knee, and be reminded of what a naughty girl she’s been.  She also likes to be flogged, paddled, slippered and even takes the dreaded cane!  She is the kind of girl who just doesn't know when to stop answering back, well, at least not until she has got a sore bottom!

As a celebration of the Bottoms Up 1 year Anniversary, the finished ladies of Bottoms Up have been invited to a Jubilee Celebration 1950's tea party. Deptite turning out in full 1950's dresses and all their finery the ladies did not show themselves at their best. A quiet afternoon was disturbed by the ladies throwing food at each other and the other guests present. Being ladies of a highly respected Finishing School this behaviour could not have been less appropriate. As head girl Miss Woods has been considered particularly responsible for the poor behaviour of those present and as such has been sentenced to a cold caning of 6 strokes from each gentleman. We hope this will teach miss Woods and the other ladies responsible a much deserved lesson.

For those gentlemen who switch there is an opportunity to do this during the latter half of the party.  If you would like to join us please do let us know as soon as possible by e-mailing us at bottomsupspanking@hotmail.co.uk. 

Northern Spanking news!

Hello folks, just a quick post today to let you know about the latest news from Northern Spanking if you have not read it already.  It is really quite exciting!  Here it is below:

NEW UPDATE SCHEDULE! Effective from today, we will be updating 6 days a week with a new schedule which will see FOUR film updates per week, and TWO photostory updates. This increases the number of film updates, each of which still comes with an accompanying photostory in the SAME update. Independent photostories will still continue on the site for our fans of these. Who else can offer quality and quantity at this level? Sign up today :-)

There has never been a better time to sign up for Northern Spanking!  Northern are highly individual in the fact that they film many different types of film.  The first is the Model Fantasies films, the latest of which features Xela Chaste and Paul Kennedy.  Here is the story:


Airwoman Xela Chaste has joined the military and reports for her first flight training session with the Commander. Things do not go well for her however...

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Xela has a uniform fetish and when we asked her what she'd like to do on her first shoot with us, there was no question she wanted to do something with uniforms and having never done anything with militaria before she was super keen on this idea created for her by Paul. They both had a marvellous time!

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The second type of film is the Short Sharp Shock series, for those of you who like to get stright on with the action.  The latest film features Lottie Kinsade and Paul Kennedy (he is a busy man!)

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Here is the (brief!) story:  The 81st film in our SSS series (Short Sharp Shock). Lottie snaffles chocolate, but goes about it in a very sneaky way...

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Northern also make Film Specials, epic films with extensive story lines, such as Wheatley Manor, featuring Amy Hunter, Stephen Lewis, Niki Flynn, Amelia Jane Rutherford and Leia-Ann Woods.  If you have not heard of this film you should see it.  Here is the story:

Our EPIC feature film finally makes its online debut, and we are delighted to be able to present this gorgeous film, and stunning star cast for our online members. A very special project, and one we are still incredibly proud of. Enjoy. The entire box set of this film is still available to buy from Kane Magazine in the UK. 

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Ever since they left university, Niki, Amelia and Leia-Ann, have met once a year to renew their friendship in an indulgent activity. Taking it in turns to choose, Amelia took them paintballing and, last year, Niki arranged a murder mystery weekend. Thinking they are in for a dull spa weekend, Amelia and Niki are in for a shock when they arrive at Leia Ann’s choice, Wheatley Manor…. 

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The skimpy uniform and the rules leave little to the imagination, but the infringement of those rules carries exceptionally painful consequences, as the girls first meet Ms Hunter, followed by the quite fearsome Professor Lewis. One lady’s rebellion is harshly put down even before the first session of the course. Shocked at their treatment, a further shock is to come – Leia Ann has been here before! The young women continue to experience harsh punishment and cruel humiliation at a very untypical English country house retreat. At some point, even the most wilful and rebellious of them must break, but how long will it take? And what extremes of discipline will all three suffer in the process?

Finally we have the Celtic Corrections films which are long and have a good story line, but are not quite as epic as some of the film specials!  Here is a fine example:

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Nicole Reina has been sentenced by a court to attend a specialist discipline Institution for wayward girls following her conviction for arson. Terrified and scared, Nicole has no idea what awaits her when she arrives at the Institution, in the middle of barren wastelands. The warden, Mr Black and the housekeeper Mrs Brighouse are bad enough, but the other residents are even more terrifying. Nicole will have to watch her back if she is to survive her 2 year sentence...

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With all the great work they do, there has never been a better time to visit Northern Spanking.  I hope to see you there!

The ballet smile

Hello folks.  I don't know how many of you are familiar with the ballet, but if you have seen ballet or trained in it you will be familiar with the ballet smile.  It looks like this:

Not the most genuine of smiles, but that is probably to do with the pain involved, not least to the feet!  Trust me, I know.  As an ex ballet dancer I was able to utilise this talent recently whilst visiting HH.  We went out for dinner on the Sunday evening and he requested I wear a skirt, which I did.  In the car HH suddenly pulls over and has me raise the skirt.  Unsure of his plans but not willing to brave it out on disobedience I did as I was told.  Too late I realised his intentions.  He showed me a sizeable clump of stinging nettle leaves, which he placed in my underwear.  I cried out in shock as they did their 'magic' and tried not to sit on them, but failed.  By the time we had pulled up outside the restaurant my most sensitive regions were afire with the stings and my face was showing much discomfort.  I could not let the restaurant staff see me in such discomfort, especially as HH seemed to be enjoying it so much so I adopted the ballet smile in order to try and front it out.  I was not only in pain but really quite embarrassed at having to sit in a rather nice restaurant with nettles in my panties.  

Smiling, HH offered me a relief, well what seemed like a relief at first.  He said I could take off my panties, which I assumed would mean a trip to the bathroom.  He did not share that view and if I wanted to remove them then I was going to have to do that at the table.  Given my choice of skirt (very tight) and the constant passage of the waiting staff past our table, this was not going to be easy.  Once more employing my ballet smile I slowly eased up the skirt, covering the shreds of my dignity with a napkin and eased down the panties.  This took a while but I got there.  Pleased with my achievement I held them in my hand under the table, expecting HH to take them there and then.  He did not.  He wanted me to pass them to him.  My cheeks now competing for colour with our red wine, HH took the panties from me and placed them on the table, leaving them there whilst the staff waited on us.  I was so mortified inside but once more clung onto the ballet smile.  Pleased with my discomfort HH finally put them away, which I was more than thankful for!

I never knew how much the ballet smile would be of use!  Amazing what life skills you learn and how you end up employing them in future life isn't it!

I finally danced Odette...

Times had been hard over the last few years of war. The occupying forces had not been kind and many were finding it hard to live their lives. Odette did not want this life for herself and saw the occupying forces as those who would ultimately win. She made her aquaintance to the occupying forces and exchanged favours with the officers in order to receive gifts and presents. She sold herself for an easy time of it. Unfortunately, the town Mayor had been arrested and locked up just where he could hear all, the parties, the champagne corks popping and everything else that went on... 

Unfotunately for Odette and her cohorts the occupying forces did not ultimately win and she and others were arrested for fraternising with the enemy during the war. The punishment for these women was to be diverse and Odette drew the short straw. She has been sent to the (now released) Mayor to stay with him under his 'care' for a dose of highly painful and humiliating punishment. This was to last for 6 months. Upon her arrival at the Mayor's house, known as HH, Odette was ordered to strip out of her glamorous attire and was given nothing more than a pair of white panties and a drab tunic. It was not long before she was put to work. Given nothing more than a scrubbing brush, some water and a cloth, HH ordered Odette to clean his fireplace. It was full of soot, and she worked hard at the task. She had been warned of the consequences of poor housework. HH checked on her regularly and when Odette was finished he prepared to check her work; with butler gloves. On seeing him pull these on, her heart sank. Odette knew that dust and soot will be found and that she would meet the strap. She was not wrong, dust was found and rather a lot of it. She was taken into another room, ordered to lie down flat on the bed with a pillow underneath her hips to raise her bottom. Feeling the strap laid upon her bottom caused Odette to flinch, but nothing had prepared her for the searing feeling it left on her backside after the first stroke. More came and she received 12 strokes in all. Despite trying to be stoic about her punishment, Odette could not help yelping at each stroke. She withheld her tears; she did not want HH to see her cry. Once the punishment was over she was sent to her room to await instruction. Gingerly, Odette perched herself on the end of the bed. This was going to be a very long 6 months. 

It felt like only a matter of minutes before she was called down to face HH once more. What would he do this time? Odette presented herself to HH, who ordered to stand up on a low table facing a large window. He ordered her to raise her dress to above her breasts, allowing HH to inspect that which the occupying forces had found so attractive. To her shame he had Odette explain in great detail what she had offered to them. Her claims that she had been forced to perform certain acts fell upon deaf ears. She had made the choice to get to know them after all. To humiliate the girl more, HH had her placed in a chastity device, a punishment fitting for someone who had sold herself so cheaply. Locked in this device, HH then had her over his knee and spanked her hard, which seemed all the more painful because of the chastity device. To Odette's horror it also seemed to give HH more control over his holding her in position. Her bottom now sore he placed her on her knees for a punishment even worse than that she had suffered to date... 

Odette was not sure life could get any worse for her but it did. HH called her down and ordered her into a white shirt, heels and stockings. No panties were permitted. He informed her that he had two guests coming and she was to serve them drinks dressed like that. Odette was horrified! How could she face these people, who no doubt would be no friends of hers? She heard the door bell ring and before long she heard the voice of her jailor calling her down. To her shock, Odette was met with a lady and gentleman facing them. Both made it quite clear to her that they found her behaviour reprehensible. Odette was so ashamed she willed the floor to cave in on her and swallow her up. She served them drinks, whilst they questioned her behaviour and took a look at her now punished bottom. HH ordered her onto her hands and knees and placed a glass top on her, making her their human table. He warned her not to move and spill the glasses she was holding. Odette did her best not to move, but with time the position was getting hard for the girl to hold. HH noticed this and offered her a release but only if she begged to be punished. She tried to hold out, but the pain in her arms became too much so she begged to be punished. This request was granted and Odette was bent over the sofa to be punished by HH and his other male guest (the Colonel), whilst his female guest watched her face. She was given the cane from both gentlemen followed by many strokes with the strap. Before long Odette was begging for mercy and was beginning to show real contrition for what she had done. HH wanted time alone with his guests so Odette was dismissed early to her room. No champagne was to pass her lips. 

HH had ordered Odette to bring him tea in the morning but unfortunately for her she had forgotten. HH bellowed up the stairs for her. Never having seen him truly angry and was trembling when he ordered her into the punishment position. For such a serious transgression nothing other than a nasty wooden paddle was to grace her buttocks. After quite a lecture on obedience and her poor standards in the house, Odette was given a taste of 12 searing strokes. These strokes drove the message home and Odette promised to never forgt the morning tea for the rest of her 'stay'. 

The following morning began with a punishment of Odette. She was bent over a trestle and was extremely nervous to see HH select a wooden paddle for her treatment. Each stroke stung her bottom causing her to cry out and yelp. He aimed one at the top of her thighs and knowing that would sting all the more, Odette shied away from the paddle. unusually, HH showed the girl leniency and did not deliver the stroke. He ordered her to stand up and said she should thank him for not giving her that stroke on the thighs. Unfortunately for Odette, her sore bottom seemed unfair to her this morning and she did thank him, but in a recalcitrant manner. This infuriated HH, who lectured Odette on her tone of voice and suggested she NEVER speak to him like that again. Trembling with fear, Odette pleaded with HH, telling him she was sorry and would never do it again. It was too late. She had done it now. She was restrained on her back and was given a strap on her breasts, which despite being light was excruciatingly painful causing the poor girl to squirm in pain. HH had not finished though, and decided that which she had sold to the occupying forces should be punished again. He placed a few drops of tabasco sauce on that area causing it to burn most uncomfortably. This was considered the most fitting punishment for such a girl. It took a long while to fade and long before it did, Odette was truly beginning to realise what the next few months would be like for her... 

 I would like to thank HH for this fantastic scene, with thoroughly original backstory and a fantastic set of scenes, which took me to some new places. Never have I wanted to run away from a pair of strangers before in my life (lovely though they turned out to be!), never have I been turned into human furniture before and never have I been so joyfully humiliated in all my life by the entire scene, which ran over 3 days!