In The duchess of Windsors biography it suggests that King Edward may have been a bit of a Sadomasochist or somesuch?2 books are referred to"Lese Majesty"and "Matriarch"by Anne Edwards a book about Edwards abusive nanny.
Generally today however with the demise of abusive nannies the aristocratic class may still have a fair share of spankophiles which makes me wonder:if you were a well off landed aristocrat with a penchant for buttock punishment
how would you satisfy your desires in this age where spanking in Holland
is banned and nary a cane stroke falls at public school anymore?Would you furtively creep down in the middle of the night to seedy inner city nightclubs collar turned up hoping no one recognised you?Would you order the Butler to bribe or procure likely compliant wenches under a cloak of secrecy from your local village green that is until some News of The World journalist offered a bigger bribe to spill the beans on HIs Lordship?
Would it be made clear to maids that bottom smacking was de rigour throughout the manor house and that complaining would result in dissmissal?Being from Public School you would probably be endowed with a strong desire to both engage in fantasise about and share your hobby with others?But curiously we hear of no Upper Class whipees or spanking circles at least since the 1930s-1950s,WHY IS THIS?

Wonder what this decendant of King Edward is thinking!!!!

Madam,

I don’t care if you are Special K! Anyone who uses this this forum to make cheap jibes about Brian, Prince of Wales and possible father of one of the bravest soldiers who ever lived, but was prevented from dying for his country in Iraq by some damned ranker in an office, deserves to be flogged within an inch of her life, just as they used to do at Clarendon, before it joined with that prim little school run by that prim little headmaster in Somerset.

What is this country coming to? I well remember the day when our own beloved Princess of Hearts was murdered by the Duke of Edinburgh.

This forum has gone down, down, down in my estimation. I hereby cancel my subscription.

Colonel


We value your expertise too highly here,sir! A most interesting viewpoint is assured from you, so please reconsider.

We must not forget that Brian's shrill little sister was indeed tanned abroad Brittania by His Highness Phil of Greece,when playing the giddy goat on board ship. Brian may therefore simply be wondering whether literally horsing about merits a swift application of the crop to the horsingage, and not the horse.


Steve M

Colonel

By jove man, consider your options, you can’t abscond this forum, willy nilly, you will be hauled before a firing squad, SHOT at sunrise, as a deserter .

Our Brian, Price of Wales escaped being flogged at Gordenstoun for his tipple with the Cherry Brandy, , In view of this I feel deeply victimised, A flogging you consider good enough for a commoner like me, and your poor housekeeper, the aristocracy get away with.

I say. Brian, has been truly deprived of the English vice, No wonder he ponders on the young lady’s stance and posterior, wondering what he’s missed out on.

In view of your strong feeling on this matter, I’ve no option but to withdraw my services from the British Legion, Ex military men like your self will have to look elsewhere for a new lapdancer.

Good day to you Sir

K

Listen very carefully I vill say ziz only unce.
I have it on good authority that Chas and Milly are 100% spankos, what goes on in the Orangery at Highgrove is beyond belief, lets just say that they grow there own Rattan.

Flagellatus Abortus Orangero

“Very soon one will be putting you across the bottom of dear old Cammers,” Charles whispered to the organic rattan organic canes sprouting in the Highgrove organic orangery. “One is delighted to see you growing so big and strong like the canes that were used on the Duchess when she was a pupil at Dumbrell’s School, all those years ago. One knows it happened because one read about it on that Internet thingy. It was knickers down, bending over a chair and six of the best on her lovely bum, and by all accounts, she really enjoyed it.”

He had pictured the scene many, many times, but had never been able to summon the nerve to bring up the subject of corporal punishment with Camilla. Seeing the recent rapid growth of the rattan had given him courage and hope anew, and he determined to tell her of his plans this very day.

His reveries were interrupted by the smoke from a Senior Service Full Strength wafting into the orangery. That could mean only one thing: Camilla was approaching, and the moment he saw her, Charles blurted out, “I say, Cammers, old thing, look at how well these rattan canes are doing. Do they remind you of your days at Dumbrell’s when you were caned with your knickers down by the Head with your knickers down and what say we re-enact that scene tonight with your knickers down and you bending over a chair with your knickers…

“Don’t be so silly, Chazza”, interrupted Camilla. “Have you been looking at those fetish sites on the Internet again? No girls were caned at my school and if you think you are hitting me with one of those sticks, you’ve got another think coming. The only person who is allowed to do that is your father.”

Charles stared glumly at the rattan. The canes that only a few moments before had looked strong and healthy now seemed to wilt before his very eyes.

Brilliant! Probably more true than "one" can imagine.