Look alike...

I stumbled across this girl on a Russian discipline site (http://www.russian-discipline.com/) and was taken aback by the striking resemblance to my ex-girlfriend. She's someone that I miss alot...and the relationship ended in messy way....so I do think about her often. She's the protagonist in my Bridewell prison story...

She was naturally submissive...she loved to be disciplined...and I loved nothing more than disciplining her. She spent a lot of time in this position over the years...hands on head...hair dutifully tied up...feet wide apart. I would order her not to move her feet...then play with her with my fingers until she couldn't stand still...twisting and bucking until she eventually moved her foot. I would pull away from her and take my leather belt in hand...circling her...talking to her...building anticipation for what she knew was coming...a few dozen lashes across her bottom...muscles clenching...gasping after the hard ones...and then I would go back to work with my fingers. Eventually her breasts would be subjected to the belt...shortened to 8 to 10 inches...for a series of slaps with incresed intensity...coloring her breasts...occassionally sucking on her nipples to soothe them. her cheeky tongue would often earn her a trip to the wall...facing it with her palms against it...for a dozen hard lashes with the belt across her back. I always loved the way she looked taking those strokes...she would writhe around between strokes...and occassionally glance back over her shoulder...with apologizing eyes. The cane usually finished a session...leaving some nice marks to remember the occassion. She loved marks...and would go into the bathroom when she was at work later in the week to check out the marks on her bottom.

I think she would have submitted to a lot of things before being seen in these cheap Russian clothes though...perhaps the ultimate humiliation. We never did play with others...but the prospect was contemplated...

I would have loved to have seen her Domme another girl. She would have loved to do that and would have been very cruel. She had a number of girls reporting into her at work and she was a very strict boss. I would have had the tables turned on her as well...and have the girl cane her after she had Dommed the girl. I like the humiliation of the Domme being forced to submit to a whipping from her submissive...she would she would have been very humilated by it...and she loved humiliation.

When she was cheeky...and she was always cheeky...I would tell her she had a whipping coming...especially if we were out in a restaurant or shopping...I wouldsend her to the bathroom to remove her panties and bring them back to me...and I would keep them until she was dealt with. The nice thing here is that in the video highlight for this movie (http://www.russian-discipline.com/dir009.html) and she is watching one of the other girls get a very hard belting...while she waits for her turn. There are some really nice facial close ups in another movie (http://www.russian-discipline.com/dir010.html) as the same girl gets a very severe caning. Mmmm...its beautiful to see. We were lovers and our play was more sensual. I would never have caned her as hard as the girl in this clip...but that doesn't make the thought less appealing! She starts off lying naked on a wooden bench while a body builder lays on severe strokes...eventually a girl is assigned to hold her wrists while another holds her feet...which is always a nice scene...

I hope she's doing well because she deserves to...

CHAPTER 4: ARRIVING AT BRIDEWELL

It was about 3pm in the afternoon when the van finally rolled to a complete stop and they were ordered out. The guards now sported whips which served to make them look even more menacing. They shuffled quickly in single file, their shackles rattling profusely, into the receiving area where they were lined up to wait for the Governess’ address.
The Governess was surprisingly attractive, blonde hair pulled tightly back in a bun. She asked them their names and read out each sentence, studying and questioning each of them until she reached her.
“One year and 240 lashes?” the Governess inquired.
“Yes Maam” she was flustered and awkward under the Governess' gaze.
“That’s a lot of lashes. It will be difficult for you to complete them inside 12 months.” It was only as the other girls sentences were read that she realized that her sentence was quite harsh…the other girls were receiving between 60 and 180 lashes…and the 180 lashes was the redhead here as a repeat offender. “And a suspended sentence for the same again. Plus transfer to a Labor facility. Do you understand the terms of your suspended sentence?”
“Yes Maam.” She remembered her lover’s instructions.
“And they are?” the Governess inquired.
“I am to take full responsibility for my actions Maam.” She said, avoiding a direct acceptance of her guilt.
“And do you take full responsibility for your actions?” the Governess enquired, her curiosity peaked by the carefully constructed reply.
“Yes…I do Maam.” She sensed that now was not the time to waiver and met the Governess’ gaze directly.
“What was your crime?” The Governess asked, forcing her to say the words.
“Shoplifting Maam.” She felt embarrassed just saying the words, knowing them not to be true. She was concerned that the Governess had singled her out for this line of questioning.
“Really? You’re a shoplifter? You come from a good background. A good education, good career. You would appear to enjoy the finer things in life. Not enough for you? You have to steal things from people working to make a living?” the sarcasm clearly evident in the Governess’ questions and she wanted to answer in kind. She made eye contact with the Governess again, and paused for a few moments to think. She looked away…and then looked into her eyes.
“Yes Maam.” She answered, but her body language and tone clearly said otherwise and she felt regret as soon as she had crossed the line. An awkward silence followed, with everybody waiting to see the response as the Governess sized her up. She wished she could replay the moment and fix the situation and she grew more uncomfortable and anxious as the seconds ticked by before the Governess spoke.
“Very good. Clearly your lawyer has prepared you well…” and the Governess paused with a smirk “…and as much as you may find your time here difficult, the conditions inside a labor camp would not be to your liking. I can assure you of that.” She sensed that the Governess had taken a special interest in her….and she was unsure whether this was a good thing or a bad thing…but it was clearly a thing. Why had she referenced her lawyer? Did the Governess know her lover? Then the Governess broke her gaze and moved back to address the whole group.
“As you are no doubt aware, in addition to your time here you will receive a prescribed number of lashes which we call your “sentence”. Your sentence will be carried out in sets of 12 lashes. Ultimately, it is your responsibility to book each of your whippings and you will not be eligible for release until your sentence is complete. The sentences are administered on Monday, Wednesday and Friday of each week and limited to 5 girls in each session. The “Sentence Roster” for the following 2 weeks is displayed in the food hall.
“There must be at least 1 week between sets so, if you’re whipped on Monday, you are not eligible to be whipped again until the following Monday. The number that you see on your uniform denotes the number of sets of lashes you have received, and with that comes status. That way, the girls with the most lashes have priority so that they can finish up their sentences. We find it’s very bad for a girl’s morale to have served her time but not received all her lashes.” And the Governess addressed her final comment directly to her.
“It is also important to note” and the Governess looked directly at her again as she continued “that we enforce a very strict code of conduct. Behavior deemed not befitting that of an inmate…will be dealt with severely. Inmates brought before me because of poor behavior will be sentenced to additional corporal punishment, over and above your sentence. These disciplinary matters are dealt with on Tuesdays and Thursdays. Again, there must be at least 1 week between whippings so, if you’re disciplined on Tuesday, you are not eligible to be whipped again as part of your sentence until the following Wednesday. So you can see, poor behavior may result in your stay here being extended, and we don’t want that, do we?” again the Governess made eye contact with her…and she broke away from her gaze and stared at the floor.
The Governess clearly enjoyed these sessions, perhaps a little too much. The Governess continued.
“Saturdays are reserved for new girls, such as yourselves, to receive your first set of lashes without the need to book in advance.”
She was quickly trying to remember what day it was…Friday…and felt immediately sick in the stomach at the thought of being whipped in the morning. She had not given up hope of her lover organizing some last minute reprieve…but morning would be fast approaching. Until now the whipping had been grouped into the whole tragedy that this miscarriage of justice had dealt her. She had never truly contemplated the execution of her sentence and she felt the blood draining away from her limbs as the Governess continued.
“Now I can see some concerned faces…” the Governess mocked, again looking directly at her “…but you need not worry. Tomorrow you’ll get to see the new girls that arrived last week receive their first set of lashes. You won’t be whipped until the following Saturday and there are no sentences or disciplinary whippings carried out on Sundays.”
“Are there any questions?” the Governess looked directly at her and asked in a manor that certainly did not encourage questions and it was met with silence.
“Good! Because there’s one last matter.”
The Governess came back over as if to speak to her solely but continued to address the group.
“The staff members of this prison have full and absolute authority over you until your release and you will always treat them with full respect. Is that understood?” The Governess’ tone had now moved from mocking to strictly authoritative and she had no doubt this was targeted at her.
“Yes Maam…” they all mumbled.
“Because the last thing I would want is somebody crossing the line accidentally and finding themselves in trouble.” The Governess was clearly talking to her. “I think it may be helpful to demonstrate what happens to troublemakers. Remove your tops!”
The girls looked at each other in shock. The Governess’ eyes were fixed on her so she crossed over her arms, fumbled briefly with the hem of her prison shirt, removed it over her head, and dropped it on the floor, and stood there topless under the Governess’ stare. She instinctively covered her breasts with her arms before dropping them, leaving her breasts exposed and the Governess smiled at her in appreciation of her interpretation of the response to her modesty.
The Governess now addressed the red headed girl.
“Face the wall!”
The redhead looked at the Governess in shock. The redhead shot and angry look at her…she wasn’t entirely sure what was about to happen but knew it wasn’t good. The redhead knew exactly what was in store, and they both knew that it was the Governess’ response to her impertinence earlier that was going to result in the redhead being punished. The redhead walked to the wall and looked back at her again…accusingly…clearly angered, before facing the wall and placing her hands high against it, her palms flush.
She was sick with a heady mix of guilt and disbelief as to what was happening. She was taken by how beautiful the redhead was…very pale skin…freckles…beautiful breasts with pale pink nipples…and wondered how many times she had done this on her previous sentence. She felt sorry for her…and tried to imagine what she must be thinking…especially since her ex-lover had put her here…and felt a sense of fear that it could have been her facing the wall. She struggled with the idea of confessing…attempting to change places with her…but she couldn’t bring herself to do it. What if it wasn’t about her? Would it mean that they would both be there naked and exposed?
“As I mentioned earlier, major indiscretions will result in a disciplinary hearing. But you may also be subject to a discretionary punishment if, in the discretion of a member of staff, you have committed a minor indiscretion. In that instance, you will be instructed to “face the wall” as this girl has done. Now this girl is a repeat offender, so clearly she has no respect for us, and therefore, we have no respect for her. She can be punished at will…and so…we will have her demonstrate what happens when an inmate is disrespectful. Begin!”
The 2 guards had taken up positions on each side of her, each now sporting a cat-o-nine tails whip, and at the command the first guard drew her whip back over her shoulder a delivered a sound lash across her bare back with a startling “Crack!”
Everybody was surprised by the force of the stroke, but none more so than the redhead, who buckled and gasped…all the time keeping her hands against the wall. Another lash followed soon after from the other guard, and then another, and soon the deep red welts began to criss-cross her very pale skin, as they fell into a rhythm, the muscles in her back and extended arms bristling under each lash.
The Governess continued to address them, seemingly oblivious to the fact that this beautiful girl was being systematically traumatized behind her.
“This is not her first time under the lash and it certainly won’t be her last. The important thing is that she complies with the guards during her punishment…” the guards suspended the whipping so one could move forward and pull the redheads pants down to her knees, an added humiliation…exposing her bare bottom to the whips “…because if you do not comply you will automatically be brought before a disciplinary hearing…”
The guards landed hard, cracking blows across the redhead’s buttocks. She was taken by the athletic stance that the guards had adopted and their almost angry facial expressions. This was very personal to them.
“…and if you are brought before me on a disciplinary matter…I will show you no mercy.” Again, the Governess looked directly at her. “Removing the palm of your hand from the wall is non-compliance and it will be dealt with severely.”
“Now, before being brought in to this room you had studs placed in your pierced ears. They are not so you look good! These studs have proximity devices embedded in them. You will also notice cameras in every room and hallway…” and the Governess pointed to the cameras in the corners of the room. “They allow me, the prison staff, members of the judiciary, and the victims of your crimes to track your rehabilitation on the internet in real time or in play back mode. Your behavior is being monitored and scrutinized continuously while you are here…so rest assured…if you commit an indiscretion…you will be brought to account.”
The guards sensed the end of her monologue and suspended the flogging. The redhead was shivering profusely…especially her bottom…now badly marked. Impressively, she kept her palms against the wall for the entire ordeal.
“Mmm…nice work!” the Governess complimented her assistants and then addressed the prisoners in mock deference. “Excuse me while I welcome this girl back home.”
The Governess removed her jacket and took one of the whips. She stood directly behind the redhead, pulled the whip back, and delivered a big roundhouse stroke that caught the redhead under the right arm, the multiple fronds of the whip exploding across her unprotected right breast.
The redhead groaned…and then groaned deeper…twisting against the pain… but not breaking her grip on the wall. The Governess landed another lash across the same breast…and then another…pausing for almost a minute between each lash to allow the pain to work its way through…the redhead breathing heavily…struggling to regain her breath between the lashes.
The Governess changed her footing…and then repeated the treatment across her left breast…3 more excruciating lashes….before swinging the whip over the redheads shoulder and letting go of the handle…leaving it dangling in front of the girls whipped back.
“OK ladies…” she said addressing the guards “let’s show them their new home! You can put your tops back on.” and again the Governess watched her as she dressed. She was aware of the Governesses eyes on her and imagined that they were still on her as she was led from the room…shuffling…their chains rattling just as they had on their way in.

Advertising, jeans, supermodels, and whips...

...is a pretty heady mix. This an attention getting add for a Jeans company...all the ingredients required for a fine afternoon...and such a beautiful bare back... Perhaps she bought those jeans without permission...

"Fetch the whip and wait..." those beautiful minutes of anticipation...the sentence has been levied...the whip has been selected...its now just a matter of time...waiting for the sound of approaching footsteps...

"Hmmm...nice choice of whip...you are in for quite the thrashing...now put your hands behind your head and ask for the first stroke..." the position is assumed...feet apart...hands holding hair bunched above the head...back bared...and then the sound of the whip cutting through the air...

In reality, jeans don't offer that much protection...but they do make it easier to wield the whip with total indifference. When the jeans eventually come down...the results are always a pleasant surprise...and the anticipation of fresh lashes on the bare does get the mind racing...

Female Dommes...

I've always found the domination of girls by other girls to be the most intriguing. This is a beautiful picture of a lesbian Domme taking charge of her female submissive from a Bound Heat movie "On Consignment" (www.boundheat.com). Here the girl is being prepared for the whip...layed across the whipping box...wrists clasped and hair pulled to get her attention. Dominance asserted...the girl looks up...pleading...but understands her fate is inevitable and submits to it...resistance stops...allowing her panties to be removed...and another Domme to hold her wrists while the woman in the purple top whips her mercilessly with a nasty little single tailed whip....while the submissive lays there dutifully and accepts her lashes. The moment when resistance turns to submission is very sweet...indeed!

Bridewell flogging...

An interesting depiction of the type of discipline administered to prisoners at Bridewell Palace. The girl has been stripped naked...her clothes in a crumpled pile on the seat...wrists bound and then hoisted high over head...pulled up on to the balls of her feet. She is further bound at the ankles and knees...eliminating any potential to wriggle out of position. The man wielding the whip appears very proficient...shirt sleeve rolled up to avoid any resistance...his hat, jacket and 2 spare whips on the stool.

The presence of the aristocratic lady and gent is also typical...especially on Saturday afternoons. I would be lying if I said that wouldn't make for nice outing with a girlfriend! I wonder how often the floggings were reinacted later that night between the couples that witnessed a real whipping during the day. It must add to the humiliation of the prisoner...stripping in front of observers their for their own titillation...especially aristocratic ladies who would never be subjected to such humiliation.

I wonder what the visiting ladies reaction was? Some simply fascinated by the spectacle...some counting their blessings that its somebody else under the lash...some wishing to wield the whip...goading the executioner to strike harder...apply additional strokes...pointing out areas of bare flesh without welts that require attention...and some wishing they could swap places...to be powerless...at the mercy of the executioner...struggling to maintain composure under the savage bite of each lash...under the gaze of her lover.

What would you want?

CHAPTER 3: NEW FOUND FRIENDS

They were now much closer in the back of the van than the cell and it was not long before one of the younger girls broke the silence.
“Why is your uniform different?”
As much as she did not want to get involved in any discussion, her curiosity was piqued.
“Why? Do you like it? Would you like to swap?” the redhead replied sarcastically.
The younger girl realized that her attempt at being friendly had gone awry and she quickly lost her happy disposition and appeared on the edge of tears.
“I’m sorry” the redhead sought to comfort her “but it’s not been the best day for me…or for any of us I’m guessing.” It was a welcomed change of heart and they all acknowledged each other for the first time.
The redhead continued, “As for the uniform, the stripes are reserved for repeat offenders and, you can trust me on this, you do not want to be a repeat offender at Bridewell.”
“So you’ve been to Bridewell before?” the young girls curiosity was very clearly aroused.
“Yes, and when I left I swore I would never return. And her I am!” She gave a false smile as if pleased with her accomplishment.
“What are you in for?” the young girl asked the awkward question on everybody’s lips.
“Don’t you know you’re not meant to ask that?” the redhead responded firmly in a mocking way.
“I’m sorry…” the girl tried to apologize but the redhead was merely playing with her and cut her off.
“Solicitation.” The redhead continued. “When I was your age I was a high class call girl. I’m not ashamed of it. I was caught and spent 3 months at the Bridewell Palace. But I haven’t worked since I got out of that hell hole. For the last few years I was having an affair with a married guy. It ended badly. I threatened to tell his wife. Tonight he’s at home with his wife and kids and I’ll be in a prison cell facing 12 months and 180 lashes on a bogus solicitation charge. Sucks to be me! So what else would you like to know?”
The redhead was clearly a fun loving party girl and she felt sad for her. To think that she had been betrayed by someone she had loved, and someone who had loved her, and sent to this awful fate. Love is such a beautiful thing…but when broken and fueled by the evils of jealousy…it can quickly turn to hate. It made her think of her lover and wish that she could be going home to him tonight. She could smell him, and the feel of clean cold sheets of his bed. She wondered where he was now…how he was coping…whether he was thinking of her…and when they would meet again.

New Pain4fem Video: Behind the Scenes

Pain4fem (www.pain4fem.com) have released a new video called Behind the Scenes and it features one of the cutest girls I've seen in a spanking movie. Now, I'm not an expert on body language, but you have to guess the other 2 girls are not as thrilled as we are that this little cutie is in the movie!

Unfortunately Pain4fem don't publish the models credits so we don't have her name. The pretense is that they are auditioning for a role in a spanking movie, so they must all share a little apprehension about what the next few hours have in store for them...

...but you would never know from her. In addition to being cute, she has a very vibrant personality and genuinely appears to be having a great time. Much more interesting than "flogging a dead horse"...but I'll take that as well if its the only flogging going!

The other girls in the movie are also attractive, especially the serious looking older blonde girl pictured here pouring a drink. In many movies, she would be the feature actress. She ends up taking quite a whipping across her bare back...arms stretched wide apart...very expressive face and beautiful breasts. I wonder if

But in this film its clear who the star is...and I think its also obvious to the other girls. They know they'll all be naked in front of the camera together and that may be even more painful than the impending whipping. I wonder what the blonde girl felt...naked at the whipping post...fighting the painful lashes...and looking up to see this fresh young smiling face enjoying every moment of her distress...looking on with eager fascination to see where the next lash will fall...and how she will respond to it.

The girls are each put to the test with a bare bottom spanking...and then a delightful pussy whipping...untied in the stirrups. That is an ultimate test of submission and all girls pass with flying colors. I think the other 2 girls would have enjoyed watching this...their own pussies still smarting after their turn in the stirrups. It would have been interesting to let them take turns with the strap...to see who could get her to break position...

I've always been a big fan of pain4fem's whipping post scenario's with the girls stripped naked...arms stretched out wide...for a taste of the single tail whip across their bare backs. Our girl was all grins taking her position...but the grin was wiped away by the first lash. As it turns out...she is even more beautiful writhing about...pulling at her bindings...trying aimlessly to avoid each painful stroke...

OMG...she is sooo cute in that dress! What is it about cheeky girls?

The other aspect that I found interesting was her interest in seeing the other girls getting punished. Again, the body language is pretty evident. The benefit of being "the pretty one" is that she gets to watch the others "get it" before her turn comes. I wonder if the other 2 find that an additional humiliation...stripping naked in front of her to be punished first.

Exchanging in small talk while the brunette gasps for breathe and wriggles in a futile attempt to avoid the inevitable...

...and enjoying every minute! I don't for a moment believe this was scripted. That smile says it all.

A beautiful shot of legs and heels. I wonder what she's thinking? Maybe its the fact that she will be next...or maybe she is willing him to spank her harder. She looks quite cruel in this pic...

Eventually, its her turn at the whipping post to receive some lashes from what appears to be a very stingy little single tail whip. The trailer is a "must watch" just to see her smile evaporate and a nice shot from behind of the red welts across her back and a beautiful little pelvic thrusting, writhing dance as a new lash is delivered.

Something tells me this will not be her last appearance...at least thats what I'm hoping!

PS Anybody know her name?