Oh, the good old days when women still wore long, veiling dresses. Modest and high-necked. No bosom should flash forth and everyone lived chastely and saved their seed.

But even then, it was clear. Misconduct will be blamed and punished. Either with the palm of your hand or with the riding crop. And at the latter our two Victorian graces are true luminaries. So you could call it a sweeping journey through time when our Lady Kat and her step-mother Lady Olga make their aristocratic bottoms bloom in the finest tulle. And so, the cuts of the crop almost sound like a little musica... Show more