The Diary of A Victorian Disciplinarian - Vol II Part 2

In volume I of Emily Havercock’s diary we discovered that, beneath the veneer of respectability and prudishness that shrouded Victorian society, there seethed a desire for spankings, birching and sexual enjoyment, both sapphic and heterosexual.

The first entry in Volume II is free to read as is the first part of this entry; just as the birch lands for the first time you will find it continues for paid subscribers. Further entries will appear as they are deciphered and, as they reveal explicit details of all manner of indecent goings on, they will also be for paid subscribers.

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At dinner that evening I could see that Alice’s arrival had stimulated Alexander’s desire. Whether her presence had rekindled memories of the discipline that I had no doubt had been meted out by his step-sister when he was somewhat younger or whether it was that he was now in the company of two dominating women, I was unable to ascertain.

I had now recovered from my earlier tryst with Arabella and resolved to take both her and her husband in hand as soon as the opportunity presented itself. I was also mindful of Alice’s instruction that the maid, Joanna, should receive some instruction to enable her to take my place whilst I visited Alice in London.

With dinner concluded, Joanna was clearing away the plates. As she leaned forward to collect mine, I said, in a voice just loud enough for Alice to hear, “Would you join us in the room upstairs in an hour or so.”

Joanna beamed at me. “Of course, Mistress.”

Sometime later, I once again entered Arabella’s room. “Prepare your husband and bring him to the punishment room. Please ensure that the hood is once again placed over his head.”

Arabella’s eyes widened with excitement. “Yes, of course, Em… Miss Havercock.”

I waited some ten or fifteen minutes before leaving my room and striding down the corridor to the room at the end, where I found Joanna waiting outside. “Come,” I said, opening the door.

Despite taking part in administering a caning to Arabella and our enjoyment of all three of our bodies in the dining room, Joanna had never been present when Alexander submitted to what he called his penance.

The look of astonishment on her face at the scene revealed to her raised a smile on my face. The master was standing, naked save for a hessian sack over his head. His muscular body shone with perspiration; the August night was quite warm, but I suspected this was more from anticipation, as one particular muscle was particularly tense and stood out from his body as a solid column of flesh. His hands were bound by a rough rope, the tail of which Arabella, her body only covered by a thin cotton shift, was holding. It was evident from the pronounced peaks of her nipples, clearly visible through the thin shift, that he was not the only one in a state of high arousal.

Behind them, the two wooden A-frames were in their customary position, propped against one wall and the birching bench stood in the centre. Arabella’s eyes widened and her mouth opened at the sight of Joanna following me into the room, but I silenced her by holding a finger to my lips. “Secure your husband to the frame,” I barked.

Arabella moved quickly to guide Alexander to a position standing, feet apart, facing the frame. She passed the length of rope through a ring at the apex and secured him with his arms above his head.

“Remove your shift. You will offer a penance for your actions this afternoon,” I said to Arabella. I noticed Alexander cock his head under the sack, wondering what I was referring to.

Arabella stripped off her shift and, with undue haste, cast it aside. I handed Joanna another length of rope and said quietly to her, “Bind her in a similar position, but leave the rope securing her to the frame a little slack. Joanna silently did as I asked.

We both stood back and looked at the two naked bodies in front of us: one tall and muscular, his buttocks clenched in anticipation, the other soft and rounded, but the soft peach of her behind an equally tempting target.

I leaned toward Joanna, my mouth close to her ear and whispered, “You may want to remove your clothing for the next part.” With that, I began to unbutton my dress.

Having removed it and my undergarments, I picked up the birch and began to flex my arms like a naked Olympic athlete preparing for a competition, although, given my somewhat generous figure and large breasts that swung with each movement, I was probably the only one with this image in their mind.

Joanna, on the other hand, was slim and lithe with the power of youth. Her firm, pert breasts barely moved when I handed her the birch and she tested its swing.

“To begin, you will each receive ten strokes,” I announced. “Mr Horsham first.” I nodded to Joanna, who was still holding the birch. “Hard ones,” I whispered to her as she brushed past me.