Beauty and the Birch

2012-01-28T07:24:00.001-08:00

2012-01-24T20:45:00.000-08:00

More of this delicious girl here.

2012-01-23T18:57:00.000-08:00

2012-01-14T00:10:00.000-08:00

2012-01-01T21:35:00.000-08:00

A great fantasy that has it all. Tissues ready for this one.

Spankable

2011-12-29T08:44:00.000-08:00

More of this gorgeous girl over at Punishment Poses.

2011-12-22T09:12:00.000-08:00

Although it looks like this youung lady is enduring the sting of the birch, I think she is receiving the martinet - some French girls say equaly stingy.

2011-12-19T20:36:00.001-08:00

Of course her knickers must come down for the birch. See her punishment poses here.

2011-12-14T19:30:00.000-08:00

2011-12-13T08:57:00.000-08:00

More of this stunning girl over at Punishment Poses. Enjoy

2011-12-13T07:11:00.000-08:00

2011-12-05T23:42:00.000-08:00

The correct position for a girl to receive the birch.
Of course anal inspection is also an important part of her discipline.

2011-12-04T00:57:00.000-08:00

2011-12-02T06:24:00.000-08:00

A Fantasy

2011-11-30T01:07:00.000-08:00

As a guidance counselor for an all girls preparatory school, my job is to oversee the girls' development in becoming successful young women. As is happens, many times the girls, being young and often misguided, require a little extra attention in order to help keep them on their paths to success. My name is Hannah Blumenfield, and I have held this job for fifteen years. During those fifteen years, I can say that at one time or another, every girl who has attended my school has, at one point or another, required this extra attention. If you are unsure of what this attention is which I am referring, I will tell you simply. Part of my job requires punishing the girls physically. Yes, we do practice corporal punishment at my school, and we do not practice it lightly or sparingly.

The type of corporal punishment we provide is usually a spanking, performed with a paddle or often a cane if the girl has been especially insubordinate. The paddling or caning is performed on the girl's behind, with minimal if any clothing to provide cover.

As a general rule, the girls are required to lift their skirts or dresses, or remove them completely, so that they may be spanked on the seat of their panties. Often, however, I may see fit to instruct the girls to remove their panties, so that they may be spanked on the bare bottom.

My job grants me full authority over the girls, and as such, I can implement punishments as I see fit without question. All of the girls at my school understand this authority, and know never to question me regardless of whether my ruling is fair. If I wished, I could ask any girl in the school to come to my office and undress completely, and if she objected, I could increase her punishment. Every girl in the school understands that I have this power, and for that reason, very, very few girls object to any of my instructions.

As I said before, every girl in the school has at one time or another, been to my office and received this type of discipline. This is not because my school has a behavioral problem, just the opposite. My school simply has very high standards. For instance, if a girl were to forget a homework assignment one day, I could have cause to punish her for that. If a girl were to speak up in class without being called upon, her teacher could choose to send her to my office for the infraction. Now this is not to say that every time a girl makes the slightest mistake she is punished with a bare bottomed spanking, in fact most times these small infractions are overlooked. However, I do keep a list in my office with the names of every girl in the school, and every time one of those girls is sent to my office for a little one-on-one attention from my paddle or cane, I put a little checkmark next to her name. As the school year progresses, I take note of how many check marks appear next to each girl's name. If I should notice a girl has what I consider to be too few check marks next to her name, I will instruct her teachers to keep an eye on her. More often than not, that student will be sent to my office within the week.

I do not spank students to be mean or sadistic, I simply believe that corporal punishment is something a girl needs to experience often in order to have a well-adjusted education. Therefore I use my lists to ensure that every girl in the school pays me a visit a minimum of three to four times per school year. Most girls in the school will have visited me about twenty times in the course of their education at the school.

Now you may be wondering why I am telling you all of this. Chances are, if you are reading this, it is because you have a fetish for spanking. If this is true, do not feel ashamed. There is nothing wrong with having a spanking fetish, and it is perfectly normal to be aroused by the thought of punishing a pretty girl. I personally am a straight woman, and even I can understand the appeal of witnessing a beautiful young lady being made to partially disrobe, and seeing her bending over so that her bottom is exposed and vulnerable. I can understand why a man might enjoy imagining the embarrassment the girl feels at being made to assume such an immodest position while awaiting the pain that is soon to follow. And I can certainly understand how it might be exciting to some to see and hear the smack of a paddle or crack of a cane against the soft, tender bottom of an attractive young lady.

So if you are one of these people, if you are one of those men or women who take pleasure in a young woman's spanking, I promise you I do not judge you and I do not think any less of you. It is perfectly acceptable to derive joy from this, and I welcome you to openly express your enjoyment here, in the privacy of this story, between you and me. No one else needs to know, and you are free to do as you please.

Now, I have a delectable surprise in store for you. Right now, a very pretty girl is on her way to my office. She is nineteen years old, has curly blonde hair that falls below her shoulders, and bright blue eyes. She has long, lovely legs, a slim waist, beautiful breasts, and a cute, round and firm bottom. She is a member of the school swim team and she plays the violin. Her name is Sara Patterson, and when she gets here, I am going to give her a thrashing.
Sara was late three times this month, and it has been some time since her last punishment, so she is certainly due. When she gets here, I intend to give her a well-deserved caning, and I am inviting you to be a silent, invisible presence in the room as it is done. Sara will not know you are here. You will be in the room. You will see everything that I see. You will know everything that Sara feels and thinks during her experience with me, without her even knowing it. You will get a detailed account of everything that happens in this room, as it happens.

Now, keep in mind this is meant to be a learning experience for Sara, but that is no reason why it cannot be an erotic experience for you. Sara is not going to enjoy the pain she will be experiencing a few minutes from now, but you are absolutely welcome to enjoy her pain if you wish. I should let you know that I selected Sara to share with you because she is one of the most attractive girls in my school. She has a very fit, sexy body and when she gets here, I will be asking her to completely disrobe for your pleasure. As I told you before, I do not always require girls to undress for their punishments, however today I will be asking Sara to show a little more skin then usual since you are present to enjoy it. Sara understands my authority and she will comply with my request without question.

Now, due to Sara's exceptional good looks and state of undress I will be asking her to assume, you will likely become highly aroused while witnessing her disciplinary session. Let me tell you now this is perfectly normal. You are encouraged to enjoy Sara's humiliating punishment as much as you wish, and since you are an invisible presence, you might even wish to masturbate while doing so. Do not feel embarrassed about this. Many people find masturbation enjoyable while witnessing a spanking, especially a spanking of a very attractive nude girl like Sara. I personally have no objection to masturbation, so if you should feel the desire to masturbate during Sara's caning, I strongly encourage you to do so. My intention is to make Sara's entire ordeal as enjoyable for you as possible.

With that said, we are ready to proceed. Sit back, make yourself completely comfortable. You might wish to get yourself a drink before we continue. Get yourself completely settled in. Are you ready? Then let's get started. Simply continue reading, and the humiliating and painful punishment of Sara Patterson will begin...

There is a knock at the door, and I promptly open it. Sara Patterson steps into the room. She is dressed in her full cheerleader costume: red and white buttoned top, a very short and flippy white skirt, and red heels with long white socks. Her blonde hair is cascading over her shoulders. Sara nervously clutches her bookbag, which she keeps slung over her shoulder.
"Come in, Sara," I say. "Close the door behind you."

Sara steps into my office and closes the door.

"Now, Sara, do you know why you're here?"

Sara trembles before answering.

"Because of my lateness, ma'am," Sara says.

"That's correct," I say. "Is there something keeping you from getting to your classes on time?"

"Well ma'am, sometimes I feel like there isn't enough time between classes. I like to catch up with friends, and also have to make sure I have all my books for each class, and I sometimes run a bit behind," Sara says.

I nod to her.

"Yes Sara, but it is your responsibility to get to class in time, regardless of your other commitments," I say.

"Yes, ma'am," Sara says.

"Now, you've been late to three classes this month, and I see this as an ongoing problem," I say. "To address this problem, you are going to be punished."

"Yes, ma'am," Sara says. Her heart pumps faster; she is getting scared.

"Now I've given you the paddle before, correct?" I say.

"Yes ma'am," Sara says. "It really hurt, and I learned my lesson."

"Well the paddle may have hurt, but this time I feel you need something a little worse."

I can see the fear in her eyes. She is dreading what is going to happen next.

"Yes, Sara, this time, I'm giving you the cane," I say.

Sara is absolutely terrified. This is her first time getting the cane, and she is never going to forget it.

"Ye-e-es, ma'am," Sara says. She is too nervous to get the words out of her mouth.

"Good," I say. "Now would you please retrieve the cane and place it on my desk?"

"Yes, ma'am," Sara says. Sara steps towards the back wall, and retrieves the sturdy wooden cane from its place next to my other spanking implements. Sara makes her way back to my desk, and places the cane atop it.

The last time Sara was punished, she got the paddle on top of her panties. She likely has no idea that this time, she is going to be caned on her bare bottom. It's time for her to find out.

"You may get undressed now, Sara," I say. I intentionally do not specify whether she is to remove all of her clothing or just some of it. I simply wait to see how she reacts to my instruction. She places her book bag on the floor. She looks as though she is about to ask whether that includes her underwear. But she does not. Sara unbuttons her blouse and removes it. She places her blouse onto a nearby chair. Sara then unbuttons her skirt and lets it fall to her ankles.

She is not used to being seen in this state of undress. She is now wearing only her regulation white bra and panties, and her heels. She turns to face me, and now I feel the question coming.

But she is too nervous to ask. She doesn't want to risk looking foolish. But she doesn't want to be seen nude either. She finally eeks out the words.

"Everything?" Sara asks meekly.

"Everything," I say in no uncertain terms. Here you go boys, I hope you enjoy it. Sara unhooks her bra fastener and places her bra onto the chair as well.

Fantastic breasts, aren't they? So large, and so full! I bet you see now why I picked Sara from all the other girls for you feast your horny eyes. It's okay, you can look! Remember, she doesn't know you're here. You can stare at her breasts for as long as you want. She doesn't get to leave until I let her.

Well, I'm sure you want to get the spanking underway. I tell Sara to turn around and touch her toes. She does as I ask. She can see my other spanking implements leaning against the wall in front of her. A chill runs up her spine. I take the cane off my desk and step towards her.

"You may lower your panties," I say.

Sara takes hold of her panties and pulls them down to her mid-thigh area. As she does, she catches a glimpse of me approaching her from behind, cane in hand. There is no mistaking the fear in her eyes.

I place the cane against her buttocks, to let her get a feel of it first.

"You'll be getting twelve strokes," I say. "You'll count them off as we go. As always, we will begin after you politely request it."

Sara gulps. This is it for her. As for all of you watching, I hope you're nice and warmed up because this is the moment which you've been waiting.

"Miss Bloomenfield?" Sara asks. "May I have my caning?"

"Yes," I say. I remove the cane for a second, and then give her bottom a light tap. It's important to tease before a caning; it heightens their senses and helps builds on their dread. Sara jumps at the touch of the tap so I know my method is effective.

I wait about ten seconds and then I administer the first stroke.

WHACK!

Sara squeals.

"One, ma'am," Sara says. She follows directions well. There is a reason she gets sent to my office less often than some of the other girls.

I swing the cane again.

WHACK!

Sara moans in agony. She knew a caning would hurt, but she wasn't expecting this.

"Two ma'am," Sara says. Her voice is weaker now. She will have much difficulty making it to twelve strokes. She hasn't let out any tears yet, but they are on their way. Every girl who has gotten the cane by my hand is reduced to tears by the sixth stroke. Sara seems particularly sensitive, so I expect her to break by the third or fourth.

I swing the cane again.

WHACK!

"Owwwww!" Sara moans. Her breathing has become deeper; this may be it.

"Three, ma'am," Sara says, but no sniffles. She's managed to hold them back, but not for long, of that I am certain. I swing the cane again.

WHACK!

Sara squeals.

"Four ma'am," and the sniffles are here. Sara sobs silently as her body trembles in pain.

WHACK!

"Five, ma'am," Sara says between tears. Her body shakes and her panties fall from her thighs all the way to her ankles. I take note on where the cane marks are placed on her bottom, and I make a mental note to ensure she gets equal attention on every part. When caning a girl, I personally prefer to begin on the buttocks and gradually move down to the thighs. I have learned through trial and error which areas on the buttocks are the most sensitive, and I make sure to cane the girls the most on those areas.

WHACK!

Sara shrieks, and takes half a step forward. It is quite difficult to maintain a standing position while bending over without support, so I place a chair in front of Sara for her to rest her hands.

"Six ma'am," Sara cries.

We are now halfway though the caning, so I give Sara another "teasing tap" to test her sensitivity. She jumps at the softest touch of the cane, so I am pleased I've instilled a sense of fear and respect for the cane. I hold the cane against her buttocks for several seconds before taking the next swing.

WHACK!

"Seven, ma'am," Sara cries. She grips the chair hard, trying to put the pain out of her mind. I swing again.

WHACK!

Sara emits a noise that does not sound like a number, so I wait to hear it. She sobs for several seconds.

"Sara?" I ask.

"Ei-eight, ma'am," Sara says between breaths.

"That's what I thought I heard," I say. "But if I have to ask again, the stroke will be repeated, understand?"

Sara quickly nods her head.

"Yes, ma'am," Sara says. I examine the cane marks on her behind. I made sure to put several on the very lower part of her buttocks and some on her upper thighs, or her sensitive "sit spot." In this way, I've ensured that Sara will find sitting in any position comfortably, for example on the toilet, for the next seven days to be impossible.

With her buttocks thoroughly caned, I decide to place the last four cane strokes on the very sensitive inner thigh area. All girls absolutely hate this, so I find it makes an impressionable finale for an effective caning experience.

"Now Sara, you're going to spread your legs apart for me, nice and wide," I say.

Sara sniffles for a second, and then steps out of her panties that have gathered around her shoes. She spreads her legs apart as I asked.

"Wider," I say. "As wide as you can. There, that's a good girl."

Sara now has her legs almost at a ninety-degree angle, relying on the support of the chair to keep her standing. This will make it much easier for me to cane the very soft and sensitive inner thigh area just below her buttocks. Being caned in this area is absolutely excruciating, to the point that many girls I punish in this manner often become uncooperative.

Sara takes solace in having been told that she is "a good girl," and that is precisely why I tell her so. I have found that giving the girls a compliment often helps ease them into a sense of greater complacency, which is necessary when administering such a severe punishment as this. With the comfort of those words, Sara, out of fear of disappointing me, will make an extra effort to remain cooperative for these final four strokes against such a very sensitive part of her body. I've learned through years of experience that this is a very effective method of manipulating the girls into submitting to punishments far more severe than they might normally be able to tolerate. Sara does not realize it, but I've just manipulated her into lowering her emotional defenses. She has made herself vulnerable to immense pain, but all she is thinking about is how pleased she is that she has just won my favor. Now, I've ensured that Sara is both physically and emotionally ready to have her punishment carried out to completion

I mentally plan my next four swings, and I take the first swiftly.

WHACK!

Sara's squeals have now graduated to full on wailing. It is possible she has never experienced this much discomfort in her life.

"Nine, ma'am!" Sara screams. I nod and swing again.

WHACK!

"Ten, ma'am!" Sara screams. Even through her anguish, Sara might be making the mistaken assumption that she should be happy she only has two more strokes remaining. However, even if I were to stop caning her now, her agony would continue to last for hours. The worst part of a caning is effectively not the caning itself, but the aftermath. Sara will find this out very soon to her great disappointment. I cane Sara again.

WHACK!

Sara sobs. She takes a breath. She sniffles.

"Eleven, ma'am!" Sara says, with almost no strength left in her voice. It is now time to administer Sara's final stroke. For you gentlemen who are currently stroking your swollen and hard members, now may be the time to release your loads, and shoot that creamy white goo all over. I raise the cane once more, and dispense the final stroke against Sara's naked bottom.

WHACK!

Sara does nothing but cry. Perhaps it is the pain, or the relief of being finished, but she cries, and says nothing more.

"Sara?" I ask.

"Twelve, ma'am!" Sara says. I shake my head.

"I shouldn't have had to prompt you," I say.

"No, please!" Sara pleads, between her tears.

"Once, more," I say, and I swing the cane again. Harder, since I had to repeat it.

WHACK!

"Twelve, ma'am," Sara says again.

"That's better," I say. "What a shame, you failed to count on your last stroke."

Sara's beautiful bottom now features brutal red and blue cane marks across both cheeks, the back of her thighs, and on her inner thighs. I place the cane across my desk.

"Sara, you may stand now," I say.

Sara painfully pulls herself to her feet. She turns to face me, and I can see her face is stained with tears. She will never forget this moment for the rest of her life.

"Now what do you say?" I ask.

"Thank you," Sara says. "Thank you, ma'am."

"You're welcome," I say. "Now, before you dress, you may put the cane back in its place against the back wall."

Sara obediently takes the cane from my desk, and places it exactly where she was told. She walks slowly and uncomfortably, as she will for several days. Sara dresses herself, wincing in pain as she pulls her panties back up over her swollen behind.

Once she is fully dressed, she turns back towards me.
"May I go back to class, ma'am?" Sara asks.

"Yes, you may," I say.

Sara opens the door, and steps out of my office, making sure to close it behind her. Once she is gone, I take out my list of the students, and put a check mark next to Sara Patterson's name.

And there you have it. I truly hope you've enjoyed yourself. I hope sexy Sara and her humiliating punishment was arousing and stimulating for you, and I do hope it was enough to bring you to a satisfying orgasm! It is my pleasure to share my beautiful girls and their severe (yet necessary) punishments with those that will appreciate them. Please know that you are welcome to return any time you wish and observe as many spankings as you like. And as you walk through the halls of my school and happen to notice any fetching young females in which you have a particular interest, be sure to let me know who they are! I can see to it that your preferred girl makes a visit to my office very soon!

2011-11-20T07:08:00.000-08:00

Pity she is standing up for punishment, she should be well bent over with her fat bottom up in the air. But birching sets are rare.

2011-11-07T22:32:00.001-08:00

2011-11-04T10:16:00.000-07:00

Lots more pics like this over at Punishment Poses.

2011-10-26T08:29:00.000-07:00

The Paddle

2011-10-23T23:32:00.000-07:00

As most of you know here in the South girls are still punished with the board or paddle. Much as we might like to imagine them getting it on the bare in fact it is applied across the seat of her jeans or tightened skirt. These pictures are very authentic.

With no pockets to her jeans and just a thong under she is well and truly punished in the above sequence. But you can be sure that with panties under (see her VPL) and pockets to her jeans all the principal has to do is aim low low for a salutary effect.

A short clip of the paddle in action across a lovely girl's tight shorts here and here.

Lesbians Punished

2011-10-19T23:15:00.000-07:00

For those who like lesbians.

2011-10-16T10:21:00.000-07:00

Continuing the fantasy.

2011-10-10T23:57:00.000-07:00

One of my favorite Hans Braun drawings. Just look at that whippy cane, the punishment bench and her plump buttocks. And a likely candidate for just such a thrashing.

2011-10-10T21:45:00.000-07:00

Paula

2011-10-08T07:48:00.000-07:00

Portrait of the Artist

2011-10-06T23:19:00.000-07:00

This is Paula Meadows, the artist who produced many of the drawings here. She has a real feel for spankign drawings being a true submissive herself.

She also took part in sex films and photoshoots.

Birching

2011-10-06T08:04:00.000-07:00

2011-10-04T00:36:00.001-07:00

2011-10-02T01:57:00.000-07:00

The three culprits.

2011-09-30T23:09:00.000-07:00

The Martinet

2011-09-25T01:14:00.000-07:00

What the paddle is to girls in the States, and the cane is or was in England, so the martinet in France.

Incidentally, I see that folks from 169 countries have visited this blog. All most welcome.

The Girls School Cane

2011-09-24T01:33:00.001-07:00

2011-09-23T00:47:00.000-07:00

At this catholic school, or is it a reformatory?, the Punishment Book is labelled Book of Contrition and the cane is often in use, especially for masturbation. Lola is a frequent masturbator and her contrition is often recorded.

2011-09-23T00:43:00.001-07:00

2011-09-18T00:33:00.000-07:00

Two nice caning drawings with a story, plus a little fantasy of my own. By the same artist I presume as did a previously popular drawing. Enjoy.

Just look at that cane and imagine it whipping the bottom of this beauty.

2011-09-14T22:35:00.000-07:00

Canes Cupboard

2011-09-12T22:22:00.000-07:00

This is the cover version mentioned by Brian:

2011-09-08T23:39:00.000-07:00

CP Etiquette

2011-09-04T00:16:00.000-07:00

An unusual comic strip that some of you may enjoy.

Megan

2011-09-03T22:27:00.000-07:00

This is how a pretty girl feels when she is paddled.
Those shorts are a very snug fit. No VPL so high cut panties or a thong under.

2011-07-27T20:14:00.000-07:00

More of this stunning girl here.

2011-07-23T23:49:00.001-07:00

2011-07-22T23:42:00.000-07:00

Belles of Whipstock

2011-07-15T06:45:00.000-07:00

There are some nice vignettes of girlish corporal punishment in this story, here the strap or tawse
And here the birch, three whippy rods

2011-07-11T06:19:00.000-07:00

Sarah

2011-07-08T19:50:00.000-07:00

This gorgeous girl is featured "in the flesh" here.

Melissa

2011-07-06T22:50:00.001-07:00

These comic strips seemed to be popular so here is one with a pretty girl who did not feature before, Melissa.

2011-07-04T23:33:00.000-07:00

2011-07-03T00:40:00.000-07:00

More of this beautiful girl showing off her bum here.

2011-06-30T22:42:00.000-07:00

2011-06-25T22:02:00.000-07:00

Here is a collage of all seven girls to help you choose.

Wendy

2011-06-25T01:34:00.000-07:00

Tracy

2011-06-23T22:13:00.000-07:00

Susan

2011-06-22T21:10:00.000-07:00

Okay, so I changed things a bit here to keep up the flow. In the original strip Susan makes her escape and is only caught and punished (most severely) later.

You might also be wondering why the girls are not wearing those little plaid skirts we have grown to love on catholic schoolgirls. It seems that in the last year of school, what the Brits call - for reasons I cannot fathom - the Upper Sixth, girls were allowed to change from their cute plaid uniforms into a more sensible outfit befitting their age. This is the outfit the girls are wearing in these strips.

So called senior girls were also not expected to raise their skirts for punishment, in contrast to the other girls who took theirs across their knickers. And the cane was used instead of the paddle.

Kimberley

2011-06-21T22:02:00.000-07:00

Felicia

2011-06-20T23:03:00.001-07:00

Cindy

2011-06-19T22:18:00.000-07:00

Andrea

2011-06-18T23:02:00.001-07:00

Magnificent Seven

2011-06-17T23:47:00.000-07:00

I like punishment drawings and comic strips. In this one seven girls are lined up for the thrashing of their lives. Set in a catholic boarding school the drawings have a sense of realism, for example the girls are not stripped but get caned through their tight skirts with knickers under. Hence the very severe number of strokes each will receive. I will post each caning in turn this week, Andrea tomorrow. Enjoy.

2011-06-16T22:10:00.000-07:00

2011-06-12T22:20:00.000-07:00

More in this series here from a very early post to this blog.
Next in line:

2011-06-10T07:51:00.000-07:00

2011-06-06T22:35:00.000-07:00

2011-06-05T23:43:00.000-07:00

2011-06-02T00:46:00.000-07:00

The drawings above show an interesting combination of typical british and american girlish punishments. The senior cane at an british school and the (Spencer) paddle in an american home. Maybe she is transatlantic like me.
Of course the paddle is almost always applied across the seat of tight jeans, much as we might wish it was on the bare!

Sarah

2011-05-31T18:35:00.000-07:00

More of lovely Sarah here.

Mitzi

2011-05-31T00:32:00.000-07:00

Mitzi gets the strap. Not great resolution but best I can do for the present.

2011-05-28T00:56:00.000-07:00

Drawings seem to be popular so here is another, and more to cum!

2011-05-26T01:08:00.001-07:00

All Smoke and Mirrors

2011-05-18T23:55:00.000-07:00

My fantasy with these pics is that I have secreted myself in the punishment room at the reformatory and am about to see this beauty soundly birched.

2011-05-18T00:05:00.000-07:00

One for Brian. Three lesbians discovered in the dorm and soundly tawsed by the headmistress. I wonder what they were up to?

2011-05-17T00:49:00.001-07:00

Beauty Caned

2011-05-13T21:00:00.000-07:00

I think this girl is one of the most beautiful to appear in this blog so the pic files are quite big for you to appreciate her to the full. Sorry if they are slow to download for some of you. The fantasy concerns her caning (of course) and also the idea of the punishment chair. Enjoy.

2011-05-10T22:21:00.001-07:00

TPS

2011-05-06T23:40:00.000-07:00

Although I favor the birch and the cane for the punishment of naughty girls there are those who prefer the strap, and I think Brian is one of them. I can only agree that this girl's voluptuous bum can best be dealt with using the strap, and the Texas prison strap at that.

The sting of the TPS hard across a girl's plump, well-bent naked buttocks is agonizing and a dozen is punishment indeed!

2011-05-01T22:55:00.000-07:00

2011-04-20T23:18:00.000-07:00

2011-04-16T00:17:00.000-07:00

2011-04-13T00:18:00.000-07:00

2011-04-11T23:09:00.001-07:00

More of this sexy girl here.

2011-04-01T23:11:00.000-07:00

2011-03-19T00:28:00.000-07:00

This young lady (and Yes, she IS over eighteen) has featured in this blog before but she is so gorgeous that she must be called out for punishment again.

2011-03-16T01:16:00.000-07:00

2011-03-15T01:24:00.000-07:00

Hans Braun Again

2011-03-05T00:33:00.000-08:00

In punishment fantasy literature the concept of whipping drawers has been developed with much relish. Invariably thin to the point of transparency and tight to the point Of bursting, they are also often represented as being equipped with accessories in profusion to increase the culprit's discomforture, to protect her coccyx or cunt, or to make her the more easily fixed in a fanciful posture that gives prominence to her buttocks. Sometimes the boundary between fact and fiction is blurred and we must strongly suspect some wishful thinking from the writer in this last quotation that we give. The scene was set for this so called factual account in a school for the daughters of army officers in Potsdam, Germany in 1912. (It is common to both fact and fiction that army daughters were exceptionally prone to corporal punishment, and it is of parallel interest that the setting of the well-known play 'Madchen in Uniform' — in which the whipping of girl pupils is mentioned — is also set in Potsdam — the great military centre of imperialist Germany).The account purports to deal with the adoption of special punishment breeches after birching on the bare bottom had been prohibited for girls over sixteen years of age. In earlier paragraphs the substitution of a riding whip for the birch rod had been discussed and the authoress had mocked Frau. M. for her refusal to adopt the bent over position "so much more suited for a beating on the clothed seat". Frau. M. the Principal, was a traditionalist however and preserved the more military tradition of a girl enduringher punishment standing 'at the easle' — with the younger ones standing on books to raise their bottoms for punishment.

If the intention of the new regulations was to save the girls from the shame of nakedness, that intention was certainly thwarted on this first occasion when two girls together were decided upon as being worthy to be the first to be whipped across Frau. M's carefully contrived garments. The excitement of the novelty of it attracted the largest possible gathering to watch and a dozen pair of amused eyes formed together a strong lamp to light up the shame of shy girls.

Before, when it had been known there was to be a birching, it varied from time to time as to which, and how many, of the teachers would divert themselves by attending. I myself usually went, for my meagre room was alongside M's study and if I was to be disturbed by a girl's shrieks I felt I might as well disturb myself the two metres more by seeing the source of those cries! None other came regularly but I noted that an exceptionally pretty one due to have her bottom bared would draw a bigger audience, as would the promise of an exceptional retribution for a particularly serious offence. Malice towards a particular culprit would bring a mistress to watch a whipping and, so I often noticed, would affection.

But this time they all came! Only old Renata stayed away, too lame to climb the stairs, and, to take her place perhaps, the sergeant who drilled the girls in gymnastics on Tuesdays was, on this Tuesday, allowed into the proceedings on the grounds that there was no longer an indecency in front of a man as the girls to be afflicted were to be dressed as boys!

And yet there was indecency: indecency more than before just because all of us were there (including a man) and because the girls were entered in their frocks and then watched for the longer time as they were first stripped and then, from their nudity, ceremoniously dressed in these obscene breeches.

The two culprits were beautiful young girls and the eldest was perhaps the prettiest child in the school. It was however the youngest who most drew our silent attention for it was known to be her first flogging and the fright of it took all control from her so that she had to be led and restrained in every part of the proceedings. When naked she could scarce step into the breeches held before her ankles by a kneeling servant and two servants together were needed to fasten the garment upon her. It was an elaborate proceeding.

The drawers themselves were of the thinnest cotton — scarce more than a gauze — and because of the weakness of this cloth there was much stitching, seaming and gussetting at points where a greater strength was required. At the waistband there were tall loops of a stronger stuff through which a very broad leather belt had been passed, being tightened by two buckles so that it drew in the girl's waist and bore upon her hip bones so that it could not move downwards when the rest of the harness was adjusted.

For a harness it was! Made, I was later to learn, by our local saddler (who was deceived to believe it was to form part of a toy pony cart) it had a craftsman's finish absent from the breeches themselves, which, I suspect, were the result of our Principal's own handiwork. Strongly sewn to the centre of the back of the belt was a downward strap of thinner leather and this developed into a thong that hung down like a tail while the belt itself was fastened and during the next stage of the preparation — the tightening of the cloth.

Once the device was secured at the waist the front of the drawers was tightly laced closed between eyelet holes. Or not quite closed — for the drawers had been tailored not to meet at the front. On this first occasion I assumed they were made too small by ill-design but now, having seen many girls of different girth fitted with pairs of different size, I knew that the central parting was deliberate: to allow the certainty of the most extreme tension in the lacing to draw the cotton skin-tight to the buttocks. The effect at the front was obscene. At the back, the soft bottom was flattened, hardened and made solid.

But that was not all! Having laced her to a tightness of bottom that we had never seen before (even on a boy!) the servants revealed our Principal's skill by tightening the flesh still further! Once the lacing was completed, one of the maids passed a hand through the girl's thighs and pulled the thong forward, adjusting it carefully to the weeping girl's underside, before pulling it upwards and buckling it to the front of the belt. I was behind the creature at this point when I heard the servant request her charge to draw in her breath. As she complied the stomach wall must have receded allowing the cotton to slacken momentarily and, at that moment, the servant put all her strength into the forcing of the strap in the buckle so that the thong tightened into the girl's rear valley. It drew in the cloth and divided the bottom into separate buttocks as hard as bullets.

2011-02-28T23:23:00.000-08:00

This and the other Hans Braun drawings here are from a special edition of Phoenix magazine years ago on the subject of punishment dress.

The so called punishment apron, which was used in womens' prisons and some of the work-houses was a form of dress intended to expose the buttocks even more blatantly. Sometimes they were but the ordinary aprons of serving women, with tie-tapes at the back of the waist and neck, borrowed for the occasion from the kitchens; sometimes they were elaborately made dresses — or an elaborate dress converted for the purpose. It was typical of the cynical hypocrisy of the period to claim that, as a woman's breasts and frontal view were covered, there was no indecency in the exposure, before men, of girls thus dressed for chastisement. Few however will doubt that there was indeed an exposure most indecent during the punishment described below: one friend writing to another after watching the flogging of a girl thief at the invitation of a work-house master.

I judged her to be not yet twenty years and looking as pretty as one could wish for as she was led in. Her face was sad enough 'tis true but if she had graced us with a smile, and if the label of 'thief' had been removed, it would have been as if a pretty and elegant young woman had been joining us for tea!

Little did I know what was behind her! Or what wasn't behind her! For, when she came in, the dress seemed most demure with a cut front to give us a glimpse of her breasts, a bodice that did justice to her womanhood and a nice tightness at the waist to set off her hips. Bare feet, showing under a skirt hanging clear from the ground, were the only hints given by her front that some fashionable daughter was not offering herself on the market for marriage instead of offering her saucy bottom for a whipping.

And offer the bottom for a whipping is what the dress did, for, as soon as the master had taken the whip from her, the two harpies who had brought her in forced her to our side of the table and turned her around while they themselves went to take the creature's hands. There was no back to the skirt! A pretty bodice with ten little buttons down to her tight little waistband and then nothing! Or do I say definitely something? The most glorious bum!

When they had dragged the weeping girl across, they held her by the wrists and the shoulders with such intent that it was plain that they did not expect her to remain placid when the lash bit into her behind, and, by the earnestness of that preparation I guessed them to be knowing of the master's ways. And it was so. From the first cut onwards she let loose a screaming and twisting and struggling that gave an amusing dance to her legs and bottom as they were striped and yielded indiscreet views that a shy and demure lady would normally keep to herself!

Just look at that bottom and that whip! It is surely unusual to find a backside like that on a young girl, it is more suited to a mature and voluptuous woman like Eve or Susana. Their plump bottoms would be ideal recipients of a flogging with that whip.

Order of the Burning Birch

2011-02-26T00:15:00.000-08:00

In one way it is a pity that the girl's face is hidden. It usually is because Hans Braun was not very good with faces, look at that of the headmistress! Bottoms were his speciality! But in another way it gives us the opportunity to fill in this detail for ourselves, as I have done. You choose who you would like to transport back in time for the thrashing of her life in front of the school. Just download and copy-and-paste a photo of a girl's face over mine. Leave a comment about who you chose here or at the OBB post. But if it is someone you know then guard that file carefully!

2011-02-24T22:45:00.000-08:00

One of Hans Braun's excellent drawings. Notice the detail, like the birch rods soaking in the tub of brine. More on this drawing here.

2011-02-15T23:35:00.000-08:00

We love to fantasize but we must accept that in reality few of the girls pictured here and in Punishment Poses have experienced severe corporal punishment, much as they may deserve it. These girls from Mood Pictures are exceptions. Suzie below was the subject of a previous post describing her exemplary caning in a gorgeous, well-spread punishment pose.

2011-02-08T21:58:00.000-08:00

Birching Clip

2011-02-04T23:02:00.000-08:00

This continues a clip uploaded a while ago where a very pretty girl is birched across her tight skirt but fails to learn her lesson, so this time she has to remove her skirt for punishment.

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And then her knickers too.

2011-01-25T19:21:00.001-08:00

The Principal and the Paddle

2011-01-08T01:39:00.000-08:00

This is the ending of the previous video.
It would have been more authentic had she kept her lycra shorts on for corner time and bottom rubbing. But a very pretty girl well paddled, don't you think?

Let me have your comments on these latest clips so I can choose some more.
For those like me who enjoy the reality of Southern principals paddling naughty girls bottoms, there are some more nice drawings here.

The Paddle

2010-12-28T22:59:00.000-08:00

In the South girls regularly receive the paddle, even today. Bare bottom paddling is mostly the stuff of fantasy but paddling across very tight jeans or other sexy costumes is for real. Here a beautiful blonde receives nine licks across skintight lycra shorts. You can just imagine how much that stings!

How many licks should a girl receive anyway? Six, nine, twelve? I favor punishment to real tears. No tears from this girl who looks like she might be secretly enjoying it, I bet those shorts are damp.

Caned Across Her Tight Jeans

2010-12-16T01:44:00.000-08:00

Just listen to the WHACK! of the senior cane across those tight jeans, and you can see how much it stings. Corporal punishment of girls as it is really administered.

Restraints

2010-12-01T00:56:00.000-08:00

2010-11-21T00:59:00.000-08:00

Paddled Brat

2010-11-21T00:54:00.000-08:00

2010-11-11T23:26:00.000-08:00

In Victorian times girls discovered masturbating were often subject to exemplary corporal punishment, as discussed in detail here. Nevertheless, the girls reformatory was, of course, a hotbed of female masturbation.
The younger girls were satisfied with rubbing their swollen clitoris but the older ones, used to regular intercourse outside, craved penetration and hence the dildo. Unable to smuggle in such a thing because of detailed inspection on arrival, the most beautiful inmates would get one from a member of staff in exchange for sexual favors and pass it around the dormitory at night.
You can imagine how eagerly each girl would wait for her turn, stroking her clitoris and listening to the muffled cries of pleasure from the girl using the forbidden item. Then it would be passed on, slippery and dripping, as each girl satisfied herself on it in turn. You can be sure it would do the rounds several times each night.
But inevitably some girls were caught and could expect no mercy. The reformatory strap was the usual instrument of punishment. Read on and enjoy.

Eve heard the crack of the reformatory strap before she felt it. The pain itself took a split second to register, and when it did it started at the edges, as if someone had branded a large square onto her big backside. Then the pain began to radiate inward, and Eve realized that it was the outline of the strap, which had indeed branded a perfect rectangle onto her dreadfully exposed fanny.

Eve opened her mouth to yell just as the next stroke landed.

Instead of screaming, Eve gulped air as the second stroke crackled across her bottom. The stroke landed directly below the first and Eve could feel the pain line from the lower half of the first stroke actually touching the pain line from the upper half of the second.

The overlap was miniscule, but it was agonizing. Eve realized that the Master was actually “painting” her bottom, laying on the strokes with surgical precision. Although Eve felt oddly relieved to be in experienced hands, she knew the price she would pay for being strapped by a master craftsman. The Master knew how to make a strapping excruciating, and Eve would pay the full price for her misdeeds.

As the pain of the second stroke subsided Eve was struck by an altogether different feeling. The impact had caused her hips to rock forward slightly, which caused her most intimate area to rub against the leather padding of the bench. The sensation was undeniably wonderful, and to Eve, who was already hot and bothered from the humiliating forced striptease she had performed for Nigel and her other ‘admirers’, most welcome.

Eve pushed her bottom forward slightly, savoring the friction of the spanking bench as she rubbed herself in her own juices.

[The stimulation offered by the punishment bench to a masturbatrix like Eve has been commented upon before.]

“Now, now, Eve,” the Master warned, tapping her bare fanny with the wicked strap for emphasis. “We’ll tolerate no false modesty from you. Your fanny must be raised high and well spread so your bare cheeks and naughty crack can be properly punished. You’ve been sentenced to a genuine reformatory whipping, and that is precisely what you’re going to get.”

Eve was happy to comply since obedience meant scooting her backside across the leather and into position. The Master’s humiliating command allowed the naughty vixen to enjoy the most deliciously juicy rub imaginable under the guise of “obedience.”

Eve sighed with pleasure as she squeezed the leather between her thighs and raised her backside up and out. This action caused a wonderful, delightful friction, and Eve savored the sensation.

Unfortunately, the pleasurable motion also caused Eve’s rear cheeks to separate and exposed a portion of Eve’s anatomy that no proper lady would ever show.

“I can see her rear port hole!”

“Disgusting!”

“Smile. She’s winking at you!”

Eve was painfully aware of her exposure, and the snickers and laughter as this most private portion of her bottom was revealed, but it felt too good to stop…

She craned her neck slightly and caught Nigel Priggs, disgusting pig that he was, leaning in for a closer look, his trousers bulging.

Eve did not care. The pleasure was too intense. In spite of her humiliation she raised her bottom higher, ostensibly to obey, but in reality to juice herself against the sumptuous leather. Eve spasmed with pleasure.

Eve’s impending climax was cut short as the Master’s voice shocked her back into reality.

“That’s it, Eve…arch your fanny straight up. You’ve earned a good thrashing, and with your fanny cheeks split this next stroke will be make you sing!”

Eve’s eyes turned into saucers as she realized too late the price for her pleasure. She tried to clench, but the strap was already whistling through the air, and Eve’s bottom cheeks were split high and wide…

Eve had polished the strap until the leather was as smooth and supple as butter, and once again her diligence worked to her detriment. The sinuous strap snaked into the crack of her bottom, eliciting a howl from Eve that rang to the rafters!

The Master smiled; bullseye! For the next month, whether standing, walking, or sitting, whenever Eve’s bottom cheeks brushed together she would remember her shameful discipline.

As Eve wailed her 22-year-old stepmother Brittany laughed out loud. Her snotty, prissy stepdaughter was getting it but good, and if Brittany had her way this punishment would be the first of many. Eve’s smug, condescending attitude infuriated her, and she was determined to see Eve stripped of her dignity much as the strap had skinned her inner cheeks.

However Sabrina found she was enjoying the punishment, much to her amazement. As the razor strap did its wicked work Sabrina found herself arching her neck for a better view and squeezing her thighs together. The tingle between her legs was quite pleasant, and Sabrina wondered if her undercover assignment might give her the opportunity to witness other girl’s punishments.

Eve reacted to her punishment in the only way possible. To ease the awful smart between her cheeks, Eve jerked her bottom forward, then back, then forward again.

The audience chuckled as the squirming, bucking Eve tried to “rub out” the sting, but Brittany and the frowning Master quickly realized her true motivation.

“Stop the punishment!” Brittany said, her voice cutting through the air like a whip, “The little slut is juicing herself!”

The spanking bench contained retractable “pedals” which could be snapped out from the base at a moments notice. The tiny foot stands gave the culprit a way to stand, or at least arch her bottom upright and spread her legs wide, in case a sudden “contraband search” was deemed necessary by the powers that be.

The “contraband” the Master and Brittany were searching for were not drugs or weapons but Eve’s natural syrup, but the mechanics of the search was the same. The bench’s foot-stands were quickly snapped into place. Eve’s feet were quickly guided into the correct position and the order was given for her to raise her hips

Eve hesitated. Her legs were spread wide, but at least her privates were pressed tightly against the bench. If she raised herself up her bottom would be in the air, and the men in the audience would see everything they wished to see.

Two smart SPANKS! Across her exposed bottom reminded Eve that her modesty was of no concern. Reluctantly, Eve raised her hips and opened herself like a beautiful, bashful flower.

The bench and Eve’s exposed twat positively glistened with her juices, and it was obvious to everyone that Eve had in fact been using her ride on the spanking bench to pleasure herself. Yet despite the indisputable evidence the Master insisted on a manual search of the crime scene.

Brittany smiled as the Master ran his hand over the wet leather of the spanking bench before bringing his pudgy fingers up to his nose. It was girl cream, no doubt about it. The Master turned to Brittany and nodded, as if his sage investigation had uncovered the smoking gun.

Now that Eve was at her mercy, Brittany wouldn’t miss the chance to pile on. “Perhaps you should check the source,” she suggested slyly.

The Master didn’t have to be asked twice. Eve gasped as the Master searched her well lubricated, gaping sex inside and out, and rubbed her until the juices flowed freely. After all, if juicing Eve didn’t prove that she was juicing herself, nothing would.

The Master’s inspection was repeated by Professor Winters, and then by Nigel, until it was determined that he really had no official capacity whatsoever and should take his seat.

Eve was ordered to remain in position with her bottom raised and her legs spread wide as the Master moved to the corner of the room with Brittany to discuss her fate. Regrettably this position left poor Eve shamefully exposed to both the peering eyes and cruel remarks of the audience.

The fact that many of the men still had their hands in their pockets, and many of the women had been squeezing their thighs together since Eve had begun to strip, was wholly irrelevant. Eve was a randy slut, and her masturbatory habits were an outrage to public decency. Public opinion was both harsh and swift.

“She’s dripping like a faucet!”

“Look at her twitch. It’s like she’s ready to take on an army.”

“Disgusting! I can smell the little tart from here!”

“What do you think they’ll do with her?”

“If it were up to me, I’d use the pony whip!” (Eve’s cheeks flinched at the thought, and several men in the audience laughed.)

“What good would the whip do? The little slut would probably enjoy it.”

“Can you imagine having a piece of tail like that waiting for you at home every night?”

“Yeah, she’s the perfect woman. She knows how to act in public, but she’s a ho in the bedroom!”

Eve blushed and fidgeted as she listened to the audience discuss her “lickable thighs”, “luscious ass”, “tight little bumhole” and “randy twat,” which one thoughtful observer compared to “a delicately formed oyster.”

Eve looked towards the corner where the Master, Professor Winters, Miss Rawlings, and Brittany adjudicated her fate. Eve couldn’t hear what they were saying, but Brittany was talking and Miss Rawlings was grinning, which was an awful combination.

At last the conclave ended. Brittany, smiling ear to ear, stood next to Eve as the Master pronounced her sentence. “Because of her outrageous conduct during her punishment, Eve’s stepmother Brittany has suggested that we dispense with the strapping…”

There were shouts of disappointment from the crowd, but Eve’s heart soared. She was saved! But why had her hated stepmother rescued her, and why was Brittany grinning?

The remainder of the Master’s pronouncement answered both questions. “…dispense with the strapping, and administer the remainder of Eve’s punishment with the birch.”

Laughter, followed by applause! Eve couldn’t believe it. The birch! It had to be a mistake!

Eve thought the news couldn’t be worse, but she was wrong.

“In order to make sure this randy strumpet feels the full effect of the punishment she so richly deserves, Brittany has generously volunteered to complete the shameful act which has distracted this vixen so. Brittany, if you will?”

At first, Eve didn’t even understand. But the meaning became clear as the smiling Brittany teasingly ran her fingers up and down the lips of Eve’s exposed sex.

Brittany began slowly but quickly picked up the pace. “I’m standing to one side, dear, so everyone can have a clear view,” Brittany said, in a tone so calm and casual that it reminded Eve of a master chef on a cooking show. “After all, everyone will need to see your little hole twitch when you come, so we know you’re not faking it.”

Eve gasped and squirmed under Brittany’s skillful caress. She was soon panting too hard to speak, so instead turned her head back and pleaded for mercy with her eyes. There was none to be found. Brittany drove Eve on mercilessly, with a twinkle in her eye, a broad smile on her face, and a thumb that knew precisely where naughty girls liked to be rubbed.

“Disgusting! And to think they were actually going to make her a Professor!”

“She belongs in a brothel.”

“Or an alley. 25 pesos a roll.”

“Look at her face. It almost seems like she’s in pain.”

“No, the pain will come later, when they skin that wiggling ass of hers!”

“Yes, she’d better enjoy herself now. Play now, pay later.”

Eve knew that she would indeed pay later, but that didn’t make her pleasure now any less intense. Despite the humiliating commentary, or perhaps because of it, Eve was soon rocking her hips through the most shattering orgasm of her life. As Brittany predicted Eve’s soggy hole twitched and spasmed, much to the audience’s amusement.

But even after Eve’s orgasm finally subsided, Brittany did not stop. Her fingers kept working their way in and out, and her thumb kept rubbing…rubbing…rubbing.

Eve panted like a dog. “Please, she gasped. “Not…not again. I can’t take it!”

But Eve had to take it, and soon was coming again. A number of the women watched with dismay as the secrets of female self-pleasure were revealed to prying male eyes.

“Little slut. She deserves to have her fanny skinned. Humping that woman’s hand like that!”

“Yes, if she were my daughter, she’d feel like she’d sat on a hotplate.”

Eve had no say in what was happening, but that technical detail was lost in the moral righteousness of the moment. The men chuckled and the women scowled as Eve’s exposed sex puckered and writhed through her second orgasm.

Eve lay limp as a rag doll. However when she bent her knees to collapse onto the horse her exhaustion was rewarded by a sharp SLAP! across her freshly strapped fanny cheeks.

“Stand up straight, you little slut, legs apart,” Brittany said crisply. “I’m not finished yet.”

Eve straightened up, her thighs parted, and Brittany’s fingers resumed their wicked work.

Only Eve’s little hole twitched its way through its third orgasm Eve was finally allowed to rest. She lay limp across her bench, bushed in every sense of the word, totally oblivious to the activity behind her.

It wasn’t until Eve felt the drops of brine hitting her in the face, and spied the smiling Miss Rawlings shaking out the bundled birch rod that she realized her time had come.

Eve watched in horror as the beaming Miss Rawlings handed Professor Winters the bundled rod. “Since I’m your faculty advisor, the Master thought it appropriate for me to administer this phase of your punishment,” Professor Winters explained. “Have you ever been birched, Eve? No? Well, then you’re really in for a treat.”

SWISH! THWACK!

Eve’s post-coital bliss ended abruptly as the birch found its mark. Eve felt as if a thousand hornets had stung her bottom simultaneously, and she let out a sound that was half scream, and half yelp. A few twigs broke off and flew past her head, landing on the floor in front of her.

The woman in the audience who had been angered by Eve’s wantonness voiced their enthusiastic approval.

“That’s more like it!”

“Yes, make the little slut’s bottom dance.”

The pain was indescribable, and Eve’s head buzzed. As she watched the smiling Professor Winters shake out the birch rod in preparation for the next stroke Eve realized the terrible power a teacher has over a student.

Eve was a smart, but she had a sharp tongue and little patience with students who displeased her. In that moment, she vowed to rededicate her heart and soul to teaching, and never abuse the trust that had been given her.

Tap-tap-tap!

“Please,” Eve said, gasping for air. “I’m sorry for trying to escape. I’m sorry for being so…so horny! I’m sorry I’m a…a naughty stinky finger. Please! You have to stop!”

“Stop?” Professor Winters said, chuckling. “We’re just starting. You have a long lesson ahead of you, young lady!”

Eve’s head swarmed. “No, wait. I can’t do this. Tell Sabrina I’ve changed my mind. Tell her…”

Eve’s final, desperate escape hatch was kicked shut as Miss Rawlings slipped a leather gag into her mouth. “Now, now, dear, we don’t want you to damage those pretty teeth with a lot of gnashing,” she purred as she buckled the gag behind Eve’s head. “Now we can make sure that you feel each and every stroke!”

Miss Rawlings smiled indulgently. The gag rendered Eve’s frantic explanation unintelligible. To all the world Eve looked like a foolish nitwit, babbling frantic nonsense as her Professor flexed the switch.

Eve realized to her horror there was no way out. Eve hoped that Professor Winters would see the panic in her eyes. She hoped that Detective Duncan would halt the punishment. In her wild desperation she even dreamed that her beloved father would burst in through the doors and save her from this gross injustice.

The response Eve received, however, was the response she dreaded most. Professor Winters rubbed the bristling, wicked birch switch against her bottom, and chuckled softly. “Do you remember your sexual harassment lawsuit, Eve? Did it make you feel powerful? Now, you’re going to find out what true power is all about.”

As she realized that she was going to be soundly birched Eve experienced what could only be described as a panic attack. Rivulets of sweat poured down her face. Her heart raced. She gasped for air through her gag.

The second stroke exploded across her bottom; it was needles of fire. However Eve only felt it for an instant, as her panic finally overtook her.

Nell in Bridewell

2010-11-11T20:04:00.000-08:00