A classic of Victorian erotica, Frank and I, as everyone probably knows, is the story of a young woman who masquerades as a boy. Given to an English gentleman to be cared for as his ward, he finds it necessary to discipline the "boy" and discovers lo and behold.....it's a girl. The gentleman turns out to be a rake and the book follows his and Frances' sexual and flagellatory exploits. A soft core movie, complete with a spanking (caning) scene was produced in 1984 called "Lady Libertine". Since most are familiar with the opening scene, I've chosen a later chapter. But it makes little difference because the style of writing and the types of scenes described is pretty much the same throughout. It's a bit long, so I've divided it into two parts.
SPANKING AS AN AID TO BEAUTY.---THE SPOILT YOUNG BRIDE.---A CURIOUS
AGREEMENT.---A MEMORABLE FIRST SPANKING.---MADELEINE'S SULKS, AND HOW THEY WERE
REQUITED.---A MARRIAGE RESCUED.
In the months that followed this incident Frances often had cause to rue her
cunning, in thus having induced me to poke her by tempting me to spank her
first. For since I now knew how voluptuous it was to spank her as prelude to a
poke, and how greatly my pleasure in each activity enhanced the other, I was
naturally eager to repeat the double delight. My sweet girl therefore found
herself, to her chagrin, being spanked far more frequently, and more
vigorously, than ever before. Not that she took any lasting harm from such
treatment. On the contrary, it seemed to me that her lovely bottom had grown
plumper and prettier each time I lowered her drawers for punishment.
I jokingly suggested as much one day as we lay entwined together in a
lazy after-glow of pleasure. 'I am sure that spanking is good for your bottom,
my dear,' I remarked, caressing her still hot and rose-red cheeks. 'Since it
has been receiving regular chastisement, it has grown more spankable than ever.
Perhaps we should increase the treatment - to a daily basis, say?'
Frances pouted reproachfully. 'Charley, you are a cruel monster! Already
my poor bottom is made to suffer quite often enough. There is no other woman in
London, I am sure, who must endure being spanked so much as I.'
'Well, perhaps you are right, my dear. Nonetheless I think I should write
a small pamphlet on the subject, to be circulated privately: `Spanking as an
Aid to Posterior Pulchritude'. I'm sure it would be very well received by the
gentlemen - and perhaps by some of the ladies, too.'
'And no doubt,' suggested Frances saucily, 'you would be willing to give
the ladies private tuition in the subject?'
I laughed. 'I am not sure if my strength would be adequate to the demand,
my sweet. But perhaps one or two of them, if they were particularly young and
pretty, with nice plump bottoms.'
The remark was wholly facetious, as I was blissfully happy with Frances
and felt no inclination to seek my pleasure elsewhere. But as it happened, I
did indeed spank another young lady, soon after this light-hearted conversation
My young cousin Harold, who had recently married, came to visit me,
bringing with him his bride, Madeleine. She was a very attractive girl of 20,
dark-haired and petite, with a fine figure and a pretty face, marred only by a
hint of petulance about the mouth. Harold was clearly besotted with her. For
her part, she seemed to take his devotion as no more than her due, treating him
with a casual tolerance that more than once verged on contempt.
The day after their arrival, we were sitting in the arbour, at some
distance from the house. It was a fine hot afternoon, and Bessie was serving
'Harold, dear,' observed Madeleine, 'I seem to have left my sunshade in
my room. Be an angel and fetch it for me.'
'Bessie can bring it when she fetches the sandwiches,' I suggested.
'No, no,' said Madeleine. 'She will not know where to find it. Harold
will be much quicker.'
Harold was already on his feet. 'It is no trouble, Charley, really. Of
course I will fetch it, my dear.'
He was back within three minutes, perspiring slightly. 'Here you are, my
Madeleine emitted a little gasp of irritation. 'Really, Harold - this is
my pink sunshade! It clashes horribly with my dress; surely you must have known
it was the white one I wanted! What a fool you are!'
I couldn't help raising my eyebrows at this outburst. Harold, turning to
retrace his steps to the house, caught my expression and gave me a sheepish,
That evening after dinner, when Harold and I were smoking in my study, I
broached the subject of Madeleine's behaviour. Since the loss of his parents in
childhood, I had been to him something of an older brother, and I felt entitled
to be frank.
'My dear fellow,' I commenced, 'Madeleine is a very lovely young woman -
'Oh, she is! She is!' interjected Harold eagerly.
' - but I can't help feeling her attitude towards you leaves something to
be desired. This afternoon's display of temper over her sunshade, for example.
Such outbursts, if they are not checked, will make you an object of general
derision, and must eventually poison your marriage.'
Harold looked troubled. 'Yes, I know what you mean. But believe me, Maddy
is really a sweet and good-hearted girl - just a little imperious now and then.
You must remember that she is the only child of well-to-do parents, who have
always indulged her wishes.'
'In other words, she has been thoroughly spoilt.'
'Well, that may be putting it a trifle harshly. But indeed she has always
been accustomed to getting what she wants.'
'Evidently so,' I remarked sardonically. 'But in my opinion there is one
thing she wants very badly which I suspect no one has ever given her. And I
think it is high time, my dear cousin, that you as her husband repaired the
'Really? What is that?'
'An extremely sound spanking,' I replied.
Harold looked horrified. 'Charley, you can't be serious! Are you really
suggesting that I should - smack Maddy's bottom?'
'Certainly I am. Very soon, very hard, and the treatment to be repeated
as often as necessary.'
'But she is twenty years old!'
'All the more reason. First, because she is behaving not like a civilised
young woman, but like a petulant brat, and so should be treated accordingly.
Secondly, because females of all ages often richly deserve to have their
bottoms smacked - and are nearly always all the better for it. And thirdly
because I think that, once you grow accustomed to the idea, you will find it
A look of intrigued surmise passed across Harold's face, but was soon
succeeded by a more pensive one. 'You may well be right, Charley. But I don't
think I would ever dare do it.'
'A pity. Because I think it needs to be done, and the sooner the better -
for her sake no less than yours.'
Harold suddenly brightened. 'Charley, perhaps - could you - that is....'
Reddening slightly, he tried another tack. 'From what you say, do I gather that
you have sometimes spanked grown women?'
'Now and then,' I admitted, smiling inwardly as an image barely
forty-eight hours old swam into my memory - my sweet Frances naked across my
lap, the lush, lovingly smacked curves of her soft bottom quivering at each
slap and blushing like a peony.
'In that case - I know it is a strange favour to ask - but could you...?'
'Yes?' I asked rather cruelly, since I knew quite well what he was
struggling to say.
'Could you - would you - that is, er, chastise Madeleine for me?'
As the reader may imagine, this idea had already crossed my mind.
Madeleine was a very desirable young lady, and from what I could deduce of her
figure, I suspected that her bottom would prove shapely and eminently
spankable. Furthermore, she richly deserved the soundest of smackings - more so
than any young woman I had ever met. Altogether, it was an appealing prospect.
'Well,' I mused, feigning reluctance, 'it's a delicate matter, my dear
fellow, to spank another man's wife - even at his own request. Are you quite
sure that you wish me to do so?'
Harold hesitated, and then nodded. 'Yes, Charley - quite sure.'
'Very well, then. In that case there are certain things that must be
understood and agreed between us. As you must realise, when a man smacks a
nubile young woman's bottom, there is a strong erotic aspect to the matter. So
if I am to chastise Madeleine, it must be in your presence and with your
consent. About this there must be no doubt - in her mind or in yours.'
Harold looked somewhat apprehensive at this, but nodded his agreement.
'Good. Also, this is no case for half-measures. If Madeleine is to be
spanked - as we agree she should be - she must be spanked in earnest.
Therefore, I must stipulate that you do not interfere, whatever your personal
impulses towards leniency. How hard, and for how long, she is smacked will be
for me alone to determine. When you take over this duty - as I very much hope
you will - you may exercise your own judgement in such matters. But on this
occasion, all such decisions are mine. Agreed?'
'Very well. But you will not be too severe on the poor girl?'
'You may trust my experience, my dear cousin. The female posterior is too
well-upholstered an area to take any lasting hurt from the flat of one's hand,
no matter how strictly applied. Madeleine may suffer some discomfort - indeed,
I shall be much to blame if she does not - but not the least permanent damage.
After a few hours the smarting and the redness will have passed, and her bottom
will be as white and as pretty as ever.'
Harold smiled shyly, a trifle embarrassed by this reference to his
bride's more intimate charms.
'And finally - by the same token that the job should be done thoroughly,
or not at all - the spanking must be administered on her bare bottom.'
At this, Harold looked utterly aghast. 'Charley - no! That is going too
far! Surely it is not necessary!'
'I assure you, my dear fellow - there is really no other way to
administer a proper spanking. Not only is it far more effective in terms of
pain, but the reddening of the bottom-cheeks provides an ideal means of gauging
how soundly, and how evenly, the punishment has been inflicted.'
Harold rose, and paced agitatedly about the room. Finally he came and sat
down again. 'No, I am sorry, Charley. I know you have experience in these
matters, but this one point I cannot concede. Consider - Maddy, to the best of
my knowledge, has never been physically chastised in her life. That may be regrettable,
but there it is. Now you propose, not only that she be spanked by a man whom
she met just two days ago - '
'To be fair, it was you that proposed it, my dear chap,' I interjected,
but Harold was not to be deflected.
'Not only this, which will come as a severe shock to her self-esteem, but
that her most intimate areas should be exposed to his gaze. No, Charley, no!
The insult to her modesty would be too great.'
I argued, but in vain. On this point Harold was immovable, and on further
reflection I came to feel that he might be right. To spank Madeleine through
her drawers might detract from my pleasure, but would still effectively punish
her petulance and conceit. A bare-bottom spanking from a man she scarcely knew
would utterly shame and humiliate her, which was not the purpose.
Also, as Harold pointed out, Madeleine's undergarments at this time of
year would be of the lightest stuff, and would provide little protection.
Though I should miss seeing the blush raised by my smacks, they would sting her
bottom almost as smartly as if it were bare.
This agreed, it remained only to fix on a suitable occasion for the
punishment. Should I engineer a pretext, or wait for events to offer
themselves? Since Harold and Madeleine were due to stay another fortnight yet,
I elected to see what transpired. Time enough, if no opportunity arose, to
stage-manage the drama.
In the event, there was not long to wait. Late the next evening we were
all three together in the drawing-room. The servants had retired, and the talk
- fuelled by some excellent claret - had turned to politics. We were discussing
the recent Turkish crisis, a subject of which it was apparent Madeleine knew
very little, although this in no way inhibited her from expressing quite
Finally, one particularly fatuous statement roused Harold to mild
protest. 'Pardon me, my dear,' he ventured, 'but I really do not think that can
be the case. You see - '
Furious at being contradicted, Madeleine flared up at once. 'And what
would you know about it, pray? Might I remind you that my father was a Cabinet
Minister, while you are - nothing.'
'He is your husband,' I observed quietly. Madeleine swung round, her eyes
flashing - but being, I think, slightly in awe of me, hesitated to attack me
directly. 'And as your husband,' I continued, 'deserves to be shown a little
respect, at any rate in public. Your father, my dear, may be a man of more
consequence than any our poor family can boast, but I fear he was sadly
negligent when it came to teaching you manners.'
Madeleine gasped with rage. 'How dare you criticise my father - or my
manners?' she cried.
'The two, I suspect, are closely connected. Your father evidently never
saw fit to discourage you from these displays of gross ill-temper. But I can
assure you that if any daughter of mine had behaved as you are behaving now,
she would have been turned over my knee and treated to a sound spanking.'
Madeleine rose to her feet, beside herself with fury. 'How dare you! Why,
you, you - ' She swung round on Harold, who had been following our exchange
with apprehension. 'How can you sit there and let him abuse me, you - worm!'
'Now, Maddy - ' Harold began feebly, but I interrupted him. 'Harold, I
think this has gone quite far enough. It is high time the young lady was taught
some manners. Will you attend to it, or shall I?'
Harold gulped. 'I - er - I - ' he stammered. His gaze veered from me to
Madeleine who, stamping her foot pettishly, seemed about to lash out at him,
then back to me. His jaw set. 'I think you had better deal with it, Charley. If
you don't mind.'
'Not in the least,' I responded. Half-rising from where I sat, I grasped
Madeleine by the hand. Taken unawares, she was pulled off-balance, and before
she knew what was happening found herself sprawled face-down across my lap,
nicely positioned for what I had in mind.
Though I had spanked a good many young women in my time, they had all
submitted more or less willingly to their punishment, and had never put up
serious resistance. Madeleine, however, was a wilful girl and had no intention
of submitting. She writhed and struggled wildly, twisting and turning in her
attempts to break free, kicking and striking out with her fists. 'Let me go,
you brute!' she screamed. 'How dare you! Harold! Harold!'
Luckily her strength was no match for mine, and I found her spirited
resistance more stimulating than otherwise. All the same, it was necessary to
restrain her wild movements a little, or I could scarcely give the task in hand
the attention it warranted. Capturing both her wrists, I held her arms folded
behind her back, effectively pinioning her. The sleeves of her dress were
trimmed with pink ribbons; loosening these, I used them to bind her arms
together, well out of the way. She was still kicking furiously, but this caused
me no problem.
I could now attend to the turning up of her garments, which I proceeded
to do with a sense of pleasing anticipation. Since the weather was warm, she
was wearing relatively little: a light muslin dress, which I tucked up well
above her waist, and two fine linen petticoats. Beneath these was a white
silken chemise which I now drew slowly up, regretfully reflecting that it would
be the last barrier I should allow myself to remove.
Madeleine was by now in her stockinged feet, since her shoes had been
sent flying across the room by her kicks. Her legs were clad in pale blue
stockings, secured above the knee by royal blue satin garters, and her thighs
were white and smooth. And then, as I drew the chemise well clear, there were
revealed elegant white drawers of the sheerest silk, trimmed at the legs with
snowy lace, and clinging close around as pretty a pair of cheeks as one could
wish to see.
Madeleine's bottom was smaller and less full than Frances's, but no less
shapely. Indeed, it was perhaps even more alluringly rounded, the plump,
dimpled flesh swelling out into near-perfect hemispheres. Such posterior
beauty, I reflected, made her lax upbringing all the more deplorable, since if
ever a girl was shaped by Nature to be spanked thoroughly and often, it was
Madeleine. Still, I had to admit that, in one sense at least, she was a very
well-reared young lady.
The young lady herself, feeling her clothing being set aside, was by now
almost hysterical with fury. 'This is an outrage,' she shrieked. 'Help! Harold!
You coward, why don't you defend me? Help! Let me go at once!'
Harold had watched these events as though mesmerised. Now he found his
voice. 'No, Maddy,' he said, in low but distinct tones, 'I am sorry, but I
shall not help you. Charley is quite right. You have been given your own way
far too long. You thoroughly deserve a sound spanking, and I think it may do
you a great deal of good.'
My preparations were now all but complete. Having secured Madeleine's
arms, my left hand was free to grip the silken fabric of her drawers at the
waist and pull it taut until it clung like a second skin over her ripe young
curves. Harold was right: such fine material would afford her bottom little
protection. Indeed, stretched as it was tight as a drumskin, it might make the
spanks sting yet more keenly than on her bare flesh.
Under the pretext of smoothing out the last small wrinkles, I permitted
myself to stroke the cool, swelling globes. They felt deliciously soft, and I
experienced a momentary pang of regret that this might well be the only chance
I should have of smacking them. Still, even a single opportunity was a rare
privilege, and I intended to make the most of it.
Everything was now ready for what was most likely the first spanking of
Madeleine's young life. 'Now, young lady,' I said, raising my hand, 'you're
about to receive the punishment due to ill-mannered girls: a good hard spanking
on your spoilt young bottom. It's a task that your father, or some other
suitable person, should have discharged long since. But better late than never,
and I think this chastisement will help make up for such sad neglect.' I cast
Harold a glance of interrogation. He swallowed hard, then nodded, and I brought
my hand down with all the force at my command.
SMACK! 'Owww!' wailed Madeleine as my hand met the plump curve of her
right bottom-cheek, and she kicked and writhed like fury. SMACK! 'Oww! Stop
it!' The left cheek this time, and once again she struggled wildly, but I had
her in a firm grip. Smack! Smack! - two more stingers, right and left again.
'Oww! No! Help!' Smack! Smack! 'Oh you brute! Let me go!' Smack! Smack! Smack!
Smack! 'Ow! Harold, make him stop! Ow! Help! Owww! Owwwww!'
Ignoring her squeals of protest, I spanked her steadily and hard on her
squirming rump, covering every inch of the charming target area, and paying
special attention to the tender undercurve where bottom meets thigh. Each
smack, laid on with full force, rang through the room like a pistol-shot,
eliciting a fresh wail of anguish. Soon a delicate pink tinge began to peep
through the white silk, testifying that the young lady's first chastisement was
meeting with a suitably warm response.
From time to time I cast a glance at Harold. He was watching fascinated,
his eyes fixed on his young bride's wriggling bottom. His face expressed a
strange mixture of emotions, partly concern and partly - it seemed to me - a
furtive delight. Once I heard him murmur, 'Charley - isn't that enough?', but I
ignored him, and he made no move to intervene.
If Harold lost his nerve, as I feared he would, Madeleine's first
spanking might well prove her last. If so, I was resolved it should be one she
would not soon forget, and continued to spank her luscious young rear without
mercy, turning a deaf ear to her protests. Smack! 'Oww! Oh Charley, please -
(Smack! Smack! Smack!) No, please, oww! Harold, make him stop, I implore you!
(Smack! Smack!) I'm sorry, truly I am! (Smack!) Oh no more (Smack!) - owww,
please! (Smack! Smack! Smack!) Oh my poor bottom! Aaa-haah! Oh help, no!
Oww-owww!' Smack! Smack! Smack! Smack! SMACK!
By now a rich, rosy hue glowed through the taut silk of Madeleine's
drawers. Though the thinnest of veils, the flimsy garment was a veil
nonetheless, and I felt sorely tempted to peel it down over those well-spanked
cheeks and feast my eyes on their full, blushing beauty - and then to
recommence the young lady's punishment on her bare and quivering flesh. But I
resisted the impulse. I had given my word, and would keep to it.
So I administered a final half-dozen stingers to each silk-clad mound in
turn, then paused to survey the results of my handiwork. I felt quite proud of
it. Even through the covering material, it was evident that every inch of
Maddy's lovely bottom, now suffused with a rich crimson hue, must be burning
hot and exquisitely sore. It had been a most thorough spanking - at least ten
dozen of the very hardest spanks.
Madeleine lay trembling and gasping across my lap as I rearranged her
clothing and freed her hands, before helping her to her feet. Hands clasped to
her anguished derrière, she stood glaring at us, her pretty face flushed
(though scarcely rivalling the roses of her other cheeks) and wet with tears. I
thought for a moment she was going to fly at me, but instead she let out a wail
of fury and rushed from the room.
Harold watched her go, a worried expression on his face. 'Do you think I
should - ?' he asked, half-rising.
'If I were you, old chap, I'd leave her alone for a while. Later, when
the soreness of her bottom has subsided to a warm tingling, you may find her
'It was an extremely severe spanking you gave the poor girl.'
'No more than she deserved. And I think it will have taught her a
'All the same, I think I should go to her.'
'As you wish, old fellow.'
Part 2 tomorrow.