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Delightfully seductive illustrations await in this intimate book detailing the rise of an innocent but precocious schoolgirl to one of the most sought-after English roses to ever grace the British spanking scene.
And the best part? It's all true.
Told from the perspective of one of her servants, Charlotte's story begins with her discovering her spanking fetish after a traditional school caning just prior to graduation, and using her brains and good looks to parlay that love of spanking into a fulfilling career as both a bottom and a top.
But this book is so much more than just one woman's story. Interspersed throughout are incredibly sexy tales spun by her Dom, Malcolm - tales that inspire much of Charlotte's role play.
This lavishly illustrated book is a quick, fun read. But it's also full of surprises, and readers of traditional British school discipline will not want to miss the climax that has Charlotte reunited with someone from her past, as her love of spanking truly comes full circle.
"Charlotte" is a sexy romp, and the kind of book you'll come back to again and again.
The black open topped Audi swept into the driveway of the large Victorian house, the attractive driver’s hair blowing in the wind. It was the hair that people first noticed - long, well groomed, and a light blonde with subtle streaks of pastel pink and lilac. It caught the eye, but the face - well, that’s what hooked you, the beautiful face.� The woman had a powerful presence.
The wheels crunched on the gravel as the driver gently slowed to a halt before the magnificent gates.
Made to measure for free by a grateful customer, those gates could have graced any mansion in Beverley Hills.� The metals posts were curved like the canes she used on any male or female bottom willing to submit to her. The house was No. 6, and the local blacksmith had deftly secured a black metal number, inside a twisted metal circle, to the stone gatepost to the right of the driveway. Around the circle’s edge, in Latin were the words “of the best”. To those unaware of the signs meaning, it looked like a family motto, yet those familiar with corporal punishment caught the meaning of the sign right away: Six Of The Best.
She pressed her remote control and what at first looked like two separate gates moved slowly in unison to the left.� With a shake of her hair, she removed the black rimmed sunglasses and drove through the opening, the gate slid silently back behind her.
A quiet, modest young man approached the car as it encircled the raised flowerbed before the double mahogany doors. He opened the driver’s door and held it open.� He could not resist the temptation to stare at the driver’s perfectly proportioned body as she exited the red leather seat.
Her voice could be whatever she wanted it to be. On a first meeting it was usually correct, softly spoken English. When she was alone with her friends and staff, she reverted back slightly to her Derbyshire roots. It was the latter she used now as she addressed the young man holding her car door.
“Your appearance is lovely Quin. Well done, impeccable. However my car had streaks on it this morning, and that is not acceptable. Report to room twelve at six o’clock this evening. Put your little black shorts on, nothing else. I am going to punish you for failing in your duties. I saw you look up my skirt too. You’ll get six for that. Oh, and when I answer the door, I expect you to be on all fours.”
Quintin shuddered and felt his excitement mount. “Thank you Mistress.” It was, she knew, exactly what her young submissive male wanted to hear.
Her hips swayed seductively as she walked to through the mahogany doors and into the circular hallway.� She stretched, and looked with satisfaction upon all that she achieved. Time for a swim, she thought, walking slowly down the glass corridor that led to her luxurious swimming pool. The gardeners watched through the windows as she shed her clothes with each step.
By the time she reached the pool room she was naked, her bottom swaying ever more with each feline step she took. The delicate tattoo of a bow just above her bottom was caught in a shaft of sunlight as she bent over to dive effortlessly into the cool water. The bow was her trademark. Even her notepaper, specially made to match her hair colour, had the emblem embossed at the top centre, in rose pink.
One of her four maids tending the plants by the pool cast longing glances at the lady of the house as her lithe body traversed the length of the pool. Like all the people who worked for the woman, she was in love.
“Please Mistress, may I have permission to masturbate as I watch you swim?”
Such was the charm, and control, exuded by the woman in the pool. She was almost irresistible, especially to her specifically chosen submissive staff.
She swam to the side silently, and with little effort. She looked into the maid’s eyes, and in a low seductive tone, replied, “Yes, you may.”
The maid lifted her crisp white apron and slid the midnight blue Edwardian dress of her uniform up to her waist. With very little dignity the maid sat at the edge of the pool, with her legs open, and let her knickers fall into the water, which amused her mistress. The lady gathered them in her teeth and pulled up to her to watch at close quarters. This excited the maid, who began to rub faster and faster.
“You are a very naughty girl.”
“Oh Mistress, I’ll be naughty for you any time you want. You know that,” she said as she approached a quick intense orgasm.
“Yes, I do,” was the warm reply from ruby red lips.
She swam to the other side of the pool and climbed up the steps. She walked seductively, knowing the gaze of the love-struck maid was fixed to the sway of a perfect bottom. Even the most ardent fan of the spanking scene would fail, should he or she attempt to do that bottom justice with words alone. This was a bottom that begged to be spanked, that needed to be spanked. It was a spanker’s dream. The way it responded to the slightest or harshest touch was perfect, and its owner could switch from the submissive role to the dominant role with consummate ease, and used her skills in both areas to enhance the two characters she loved to play.
That bottom was her trademark asset. That bottom had earned everything she had. It belonged to the woman now strolling naked past the adoring gazes of her staff. The woman’s name? Charlotte.
She had not always been this rich, or this famous. Let me tell you how it all began. This is the story of Charlotte, one of the most popular spankees in the U.K., and also a sought-after top whose legions follow her Twitter each day.
Charlotte is an intelligent woman, blessed with a warm heart and a huge amount of common sense. In her childhood this intelligence was rewarded with a scholarship.� She didn’t come from a rich background - far from it - just an ordinary house on a typical estate. Born to a respectable hard working family, she knew the values of hard work and effort from an early age.� Like many families, hers had problems brought about by lack of money and the stresses of daily living. But she was a bright girl, and when school offered her a chance at a better life she grasped that opportunity with both hands. Doctor? Lawyer? These were the careers her proud parents and teachers envisioned for her.
So at sixteen, off she went to an expensive well-run finishing academy for young ladies. It was similar to a college or university, but with an emphasis on etiquette and refined social interaction. She attended the school until nineteen, at which times she began to have other ideas for her future � ideas that departed from those of her teachers and parents.
She knew she was smart � brilliant even. But she had a feeling that her greatest asset was her extraordinary beauty and perfect body. As she matured, she only became more exquisite. And no feature on her person matched the perfection of her bottom, which fascinated everyone � herself included. It became something of an obsession, in fact, and influenced her budding sexuality. She studied its development; even her own masturbation technique involved bobbing up and down as she lay on her hand watching her bottom move in the mirror.� Then one day, she smacked it. It was like a light switch being thrown on, in her soul, and it became a regular experiment. The wobble of her cheeks, the sting, the change of colour, especially the finger marks, enthralled and excited her. She found the word spanking a lovely word. Even looking the word up in a dictionary excited her.
The Internet was younger then, but search engines soon made her realise she was not alone. Millions of others shared her interest. What a relief! She was a normal girl, with an interest in spanking.� She was not yet interested in giving a spanking � dominating others would come years later - but in receiving.
Her early development was that of a submissive female, and she now had a goal in life - she wanted to experience a spanking.
The usual sexual fantasies were there, but this other fantasy came through almost every day, and soon began to fill every hour. She looked at bottoms, especially those of other females and tried to decide who might be a spanker, and who might be a spankee. It was a delightful pastime as she blossomed into a young woman.
The comments on her academic reports reflected concerns about her attitude. Charlotte is easily distracted. Charlotte must concentrate more and stop daydreaming. Charlotte is easily led. Charlotte does not mix too well with the other girls; she seems to have few friends.� Some of her problems were rooted in jealousy of other classmates, but she persevered, retreating into both her schoolwork and her fantasies.
The need to be spanked grew term by term. She had seen a few smacks on the bottoms of girls in the academy. A private establishment, it would be one of the last foundations in England to discontinue corporal punishments. Upon entry both the young women and their parents had to sign a declaration of authority, which stated that in extreme cases corporal punishment could, and would be used. She was to be grateful for this for the rest of her life.
She would become especially grateful to a girl named Donna, the first person whom Charlotte would share her interest in spanking. It was quite by accident that Charlotte found this kindred spirit. One day in the bustling corridor, Donna dropped her bag. When Charlotte stooped to help her pick up the books, among them she found a drawing of buttocks coloured in red. Underneath was written “A Spanked Bottom.”
Charlotte said how good it was, and how she liked it, but the obviously ashamed and embarrassed Donna said nothing, and hurried away. She was an unusual girl who she dressed differently from the others and, like Charlotte, was often alone.
Soon they were smiling knowingly at each other as they passed in the corridors, and over the coming weeks, they became friends. Once she and Donna began talking, Charlotte grew eager for an opportunity to broach the subject of spanking. She did not have to wait long.
An Academy trip to a theatre in a nearby city, to see a Shakespeare play was exciting. The general public would be there, which meant young men too. The young women were excited.� But the star of that memorable day was Donna.� She had been in trouble more than any other girl she knew. Charlotte liked this, and as their relationship built up, she came to the conclusion that Donna seemed to like getting into trouble.
The play was wonderful, the lighting and special effects enthralled the whole audience, except one. Donna was bored and began to talk to the girls on each side of her. They had all been told to keep quiet; the theatre was quite famous for its acoustics. As much as the neighbouring girls tried to ignore her, the more she talked. Slowly her voice got louder, to the point of distraction.
The principal actor lost his place and stood looking at her with his hands raised as if to ask, why? The lights came on and all eyes turned to the second row of the balcony. She realised that one by one the whole audience was seeking out the centre of annoyance. Her.
Mr Fletcher, the Headmaster stood up. He was known as Jumbo Fletcher, so no more description other than that is needed. His face turned purple, his arm lifted and pointed to the naughty young lady. Donna quaked.
‘Get out! Get out of this theatre now! Wait in the foyer. You, young lady are going to feel the full force of our schools disciplinary policy.’
Murmurs and giggles filtered around the auditorium as she stood and walked uncomfortably. All eyes followed her. Everyone knew what this meant. The cane! Donna rose to leave the theatre, but as she got to Charlotte she paused and smiled a brave smile. It only lasted two seconds, but that smile stuck in Charlotte’s memory for the rest of her life.
On the bus back to the Academy Donna sat with Mr. Fletcher. She had been given no choice in the matter. It was the quietest journey of a bus full of young women in history.�
Her form teacher, Miss Black, was a reasonable lady who had a calming influence on everyone, including the furious Mr Fletcher.� She was a tall slim lady of about thirty, who always wore a dark suit, and her hair in a bob. The students liked Ms. Black, who would intercede for them at times. So while whole student body expected a public flogging of Donna’s bare bottom over the vaulting horse in the gym, thanks to the very pretty and elegant Miss Black’s intervention it was now to be a bare bottom spanking and caning before her year only.
This was the top year full of girls aged seventeen, or eighteen. A punishment like this for such a mature young woman was unheard of.
Charlotte almost shook with anticipation as she sat in the lecture theatre. She stole glances at Donna, who stood by Miss Blacks’ side, her head hung in shame. A high stool was positioned to her left.
Her main crime was for disgracing the school, for which Donna was going to get six of the best for. This was announced in slow, deliberate, crisp Oxford English. This was the reason for the motto around the number six on Charlotte’s gatepost many years later. The lesser crime was for letting herself down. For that she would receive a long bare bottom spanking. She was made to make an apology, and was told to thank Miss Black for the reduced punishment.
Some girls tittered, and giggled. Most of them muttered and felt fear or sympathy for Donna. The bullies among them pointed and said loudly, “She’ll not sit down for a week”, or “We are going to see her bare bum go red, and get striped!” or “We are going to see your pussy! We all will, Donna!”
This frivolity was soon stopped by a loud admonishment to the whole year. Miss Black was seen in a very different light after this day. She was still to be admired by all the girls, but also feared.
It was this authority figure which would eventually inspire Charlotte’s dominant persona in a grand Victorian house.
Charlotte who sat next to the lecture theatre wall, placed her bag discretely to hide her middle, as her hand slowly moved up her thigh to slide her knickers to one side and feel her moistness.
It was then that she realised Donna was staring at her. She knew what Charlotte was doing, and gave a small, weak smile. Charlotte opened her legs more, and nodded gently back.
The punishment began.
Miss Black gave Donna a choice. “It’s up to you, young lady. Either bottom to the girls or your face to the girls.”
Donna chose her bottom, and smiled again to Charlotte as she turned. A few noticed this, and looked towards her. But soon the attention was redirected.
“Donna! Bend over the stool, grasp the legs on the other side and bottom up to the class!”� Miss Black raised Donna’s skirt up high and rolled her white regulation knickers down to mid-thigh.
Charlotte studied the shape and the position of her friend’s bottom. The eye of Donna’s pussy almost winked at her as she visibly trembled. They all watched as the cane landed six times, almost in the same place, with loud cracks following terrifying swishes.�
Whack! Crack! Smack! Whack! Crack! SMACK! The last one is always the hardest.
Miss Black had shown little mercy as the angry red welts blossomed on Donna’s white bottom. Squeals and a kicking up of the right leg at the knee showed that Donna had felt the pain.
The cane was hung up but Donna remained in position, her red striped bottom up high for all to see.
Miss Black told her to stand, and sat on the stool. With little courtesy she dragged Donna to her by the arm and hoisted the girl over her knees. A bare bottom spanking followed and the red stripes soon melted into bright red shiny sore buttocks. Smack after resounding smack filled the now silent and absorbed room. Donna’s cheeks wobbled and shook with every well-aimed loud smack. She was getting a very severe public punishment.
Finally, it came to an end and from the third row, a barely discernable groan passed Charlotte’s lips as she reached her orgasm.
She had seen her first real punishment. She had felt fear. She had felt sympathy. But she also felt a deep need to be similarly humiliated, to be spanked before a group. While as an adult she would experience the cane, that day in the lecture hall she did not; it looked awful and painful. But a bare bottom spanking, on full view, became the renewed, intense craving. She wanted to be helpless and spanked naked on her bare bum in full view of others.
She would eventually get what she wanted, a thousand times over. Amid dozens of other trembling schoolgirls, Charlotte’s speciality was born.