1885: Arthur Briggs was an unimportant clerk at the Colonial Office in London. He was startled, to say the least, when he was suddenly offered the job of British Governor of a remote island named “Paradise” for four years. The promotion attracted him, but not nearly as much as the promise of dusky maidens willing and eager to do anything to please their Governor. He might, he thought, be able to indulge his passion for administering spanking and whipping, that had so far only found an outlet at a dubious establishment known as “Mrs Welter and her Naughty Nieces”. “Paradise”, however, turned out to be completely devoid of dusky maidens, or any females at all, apart from an ancient oriental servant and a prison for female political prisoners from which he was warned in no uncertain terms to keep well away. It was, therefore, something of a shock when a chance meeting with the reputedly man-hating Superintendent of the women’s prison led to her request for him to assist with the punishment of some of the prisoners. How could he refuse, when she made it abundantly clear that the task involved administering a severe caning to the wayward young ladies on their bare backsides? It took some time for Arthur to find out that the prison Superintendent was not quite what she appeared to be, and that the prison and its prisoners also had a hidden purpose.