Nixdown Nixon Spanked in the Castle Dungeons

I love the language of spanking. My all-time favorite word is ‘whops’ which I find completely evocative of the sound of rattan rebounding off tautened navy-blue bumbags. I am also fond of the word ‘dangled’. This quaintly elegant expression was first introduced into my vocabulary by My Beloved Jojo.

Jojo and I like a little variety and we have experimented with sundry furnishings as the venue for her spankings. One day I was perched up on a barstool when it occurred to me that it was an appropriate juncture to put her over my knee. Nothing unusual about that you may say to yourself. However this particular bar-stool was rather tall and once she was over and up Jojo was unable to reach the floor on either side. The architecture of the stool was such that she had nothing to hold onto and was therefore wholly reliant on me to take a tight hold around her waist to keep her secured into the crease of my lap. After I considered that her bottom had been sufficiently reddened and had released her Jojo’s only complaint was that she had felt like she was ‘dangling’.

Of course this phrase immediately found its way into my writing and the fine art of dangling has become a regular feature in the lives of the inmates of the Woody Back to School Unit.

In this extract from the soon to be published Volume 35 – Flogging the Red-shirt several of the inmates have made a brief excursion to Brompton Castle, the ancestral pile of the family of Lady Victoria.

Never one to miss an opportunity the incorrigible Nixdown Nixon avails herself of her hostess’s impeccable hospitality and pester’s her to take her down and ‘dangle her in the dungeons’ … Enjoy!

The pilot landed the chopper in the grounds of Brompton Castle. His Lordship hurried over to greet his guests.

As usual the guests were awed at the magnificent structure sitting on top of a hill and overlooking a busy river estuary. The site of the ancestral pile dated back to the eighth century when it had been a wooden compound. In the tenth century construction of the magnificent stone castle had begun and the family had spent the next ten centuries constantly upgrading and modernizing the spectacular structure and developing the seven thousand acre estate.

Unlike many aristocrats the Brompton family had managed to maintain their fortune and properties for over ten centuries. Lord Brompton had built on his family’s traditional publishing business and launched a global media company including newspapers, radio and TV stations, and most recently an advanced Internet search engine.

The Brompton’s were benevolent landowners providing employment for over a hundred local villagers who worked the forests, salmon lakes, botanical gardens, the falconry and the busy marina owned by the family.

His Lordship had recently completed extensive renovations of the castle including installing luxurious guest suites that melded the original façade of the building with high technology and was keen to show his guests around.

“Look at this,” laughed Jojo clicking a remote control at a plasma monitor hanging on the wall in the bedroom she was sharing with Mr Humphries. The picture on the huge screen changed from a Picasso to a Rembrandt. She clicked on a menu. “He has all these famous paintings scanned onto a hard drive; you can change the room to look however you like.”

The Grand Master grinned. He kicked off his shoes and loosened his tie. “Nicola Jane will be in heaven with all this high-tech equipment.”

Jojo giggled. “At the moment she’s downstairs making sure he hasn’t renovated the dungeon!”

“You should have brought Cassie,” Lord Brompton complained, “she always livens the place up and I would die for a slice of her beef wellington.”

“If you came by the facility more often I’m sure she’d be happy to cook anything you desire,” scolded Lady Victoria half-heartedly. “But I know you don’t much care for institutions.”

“Twelve years of boarding at Eton was enough for me,” laughed her father. “Still, how are things at the facility? Are you still getting your bottom beaten regularly?”

“Pops!” squealed Vix indignantly, “that is hardly polite dinner conversation.”

Her father chuckled indulgently.

Lord Brompton was a renowned raconteur and a lavish host. The guests were seated around an ornate dining table that had been in the family for over four hundred years. For dinner they were eating canard sauvage with jalapeno cornbread, and pecan and oyster stuffing that his Lordship had prepared himself.

“According to the recipe the fresh oysters lift the dramatic tension,” he laughed, “but the cornbread and pecans anchor the experience.”

“Bottoms up to that,” giggled Victoria. Then, putting her hand to her mouth, “Oops! I thought we were avoiding that topic of conversation.”

Her chums giggled. “Oh what the hell,” laughed Jojo. “Bottoms up to the chef! We’re Woody gals after all.”

“Bottoms up, your Lordship,” the guests chorused and glugged down on an exquisite Domaine du Vieux Telegraphe Chateauneuf-du Pape.

Nixdown was trying to persuade Victoria to spank her down in the dungeons.

“I know you packed your hairbrush,” Nix told her chum, “and I know you weren’t planning on using it on yourself.”

Lady Vix giggled. “You are truly depraved aren’t you Nicola Jane?”

Nixdown shrugged. “I thought that was part of my charm,” she said coyly. “Now how about it?”

Victoria sighed. She was tired from the journey and was full from the scrumptious dinner she had just eaten. She really just wanted to retire to bed but she had the feeling Nixdown would continue to badger her.

“I don’t get it,” she groaned. “Whenever I had to dangle you while I was Red-shirt you were always so grumpy.”

“That was different,” retorted Nix. “I had a right to be grumpy. All those red marks on bogus rubbishing charges.”

“Nix, there were no bogus rubbishing charges on my watch,” Victoria told her chum. “Every dangling I ever gave you was based on documented evidence of you rubbishing pre’s royally.”

Nix scowled, “Whatever,” she snorted dismissively. “Now are you going to spank me or not?” she demanded.

Wearily Lady Victoria Brompton straightened the knot of her black tie under the collar of her red blouse. Nix had continued to pester her until the aristocrat had finally acquiesced.

Vix picked up the hairbrush with the initials LVB etched into the wooden back and set off for the dungeons.

Nixdown was already waiting. She was wearing a micro-mini gymslip and was facing the wall of the cold dank dungeon. Her nose was pressed against the brickwork and her fingers were inter-linked on the top of her head.

Victoria looked around the room. When she was a child her brothers had often brought her to the dungeon, locking her in and telling her to pretend that she was a damsel in distress and that they would be along shortly to rescue her. It did not take Victoria long to observe that her elder brothers were often economical with the truth and had no intention of rescuing her shortly. The memories of the long miserable hours that her brothers had left her locked up sent a shiver down her spine.

Nixdown on the other hand appeared quite comfortable in her surroundings. From somewhere in the castle she had secured a high stool that resembled the spanking stool from the library at the Woody Back to School unit. It was perfectly designed for a dangling.

Nix followed Victoria across to the stool looking quite cheerful. Over the past few years she had regularly visited the castle accompanied by Penelope Ann Evans and the dungeon had been the host to some of her warmest memories.

Nonetheless Victoria carefully took the hem and folded it back neatly and then did the same with the tail of Nicola Jane’s white blouse. She placed her fingers in the elastic waist-band of Nix’s navy blue gossamer bumbags and skillfully slipped them down. Finally, Victoria maneuvered Nixdown into prime position across her lap and tucked her in tightly. She transferred the long-handled hairbrush to her right hand and rubbed its oval head across the surface of Nixdown’s naked nates.

Nixdown was feeling smug. The minuscule femme fatale prided herself on her ability to get her own way. However, on numerous previous occasions Victoria had politely rejected her solicitations to indulge in some gratuitous spanking action. Hung head down, arse up across Her Ladyships aristocratic lap Nicola Jane Nixon complimented herself on her persistence.

Nixdown’s heart was pounding with excitement. Ever since she had first come to the castle she had always loved the forbidding atmosphere of the dungeon. In the deepest recess of the castle she felt totally defenseless but at the same time turned upside down over Victoria’s knee she felt completely secure. Nicola Jane Nixon could think of no better way to end an evening of fine wining and dining than being dangled in a dungeon.

Lady Victoria took her time before she brought the hairbrush down with a rotund crack. The effect on Nixdown’s naked flesh was instantaneous. The pale skin turned a fiery red and right in the center of the impact area the shape of the reversed initials ‘LVB’ were clearly visible.

Victoria did not pretend to share or understand Nicola Jane’s predilection for pain. Nonetheless she was a consummate hostess and did not want a guest at the castle to find the hospitality lacking so she fully intended to give Nixdown a spanking to remember. She methodically worked landed the spanks on alternate cheeks landing them one on top of the other.

Nicola Jane purred with genuine pleasure. The heat in her backside was raging at fever pitch and each spank landing on the scalded flesh was excruciatingly delicious. She wriggled and writhed in excitement.

Nixdown’s miniscule rear end was a vivid crimson. She helped Nix off her lap and back into the vertical position. She hopped off the stool. Nixdown was grinning like a Cheshire cat as she rummaged under the skirt of her gymslip and rearranged her bumbags.

“You haven’t lost your touch Victoria,” she grinned appreciatively.

“We aristocrats live to serve,” said Vix wearily. “Now if you don’t mind I’d really like to turn in and get some shut-eye.”

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