This blog explores the corporal punishment of beautiful but naughty girls using the birch and cane, but other instruments too. The birch is the focus but this vintage implement of severe girlish punishment is rarely found nowadays so the cane, which took over from the birch, and also the paddle are included. All models are over 18, proof on file. Enjoy.
Monday, 14 January 2013
Wednesday, 9 January 2013
Waiting for Punishment
I have combined the two drawings in the previous post and the result is, I think, more graphic than the original. In the other I have added another girl, stripping to take her turn at the whipping post.
Tuesday, 8 January 2013
Waiting for Punishment
The drawing above shows two girls waiting their turns for judicial corporal punishment as a third girl is secured to the whipping post, nude except for her stockings. But they will not be whipped, they will be caned. We presume there is some historical accuracy to this and that women were caned in that position rather than being bent over. The other drawing shows this in more detail, the instrument there being a birch rather than the fearsome canes just visible in the first picture.
The theme of a girl waiting for punishment while another receives it is a thrilling one but real life examples are rare. One that comes to mind is the Texas prison strap in Victimized I by Mood Pictures, a girl watches her friend get fifty strokes before being bent over for the same herself.
Saturday, 5 January 2013
Thursday, 3 January 2013
Wednesday, 26 December 2012
Gabrielle Again
Another view of the same scene, this time with the birch in the matron's right hand and more lighting. And three stingy birch rods to put across that gorgeous bottom. And the last verses of the poem:
For rising before his permission is given
means extras, alas – howe’r hard she’s striven;
in terror poor Gabrielle falls to her knees
in vain do her salt tears back up her pleas
But she sticks out her bottom in tearful despair
Three more times the rods swish down through the air
So she’s taken fifteen before she is done
Then 'Stand in the corner and show off your bum!'
Leaden limbed, dewy eyed and rubbing her ass
Gaby dresses and drags herself off to her class
her bottom is blazing, it seems twice the weight
the weals thick as fingers whose smart won't abate
'Miss Jones I am sorry, I apologise quite'
and curtseying Gaby displays quite a sight
and now she must show to the class her bare seat
plump lilywhite hue turned the colour of beet
Beet is the colour for beaten she’s been
She’s now just another well disciplined teen
Young Gabrielle Wilkinson, thoroughly caned
with corporal punishment she’s been well trained
With raised dress in the corner our sinner must pass
half an hour’s contemplation, quite bare of ass,
bear the pain of her punishment, rueful of face,
one hand busy rubbing the fire in her base
She must stand and display the results of her crime
transgression's reward and humility's prime
show off the matron’s dire skill with her cane
'Miss Jones, I shall ne'er answer you back again!'
means extras, alas – howe’r hard she’s striven;
in terror poor Gabrielle falls to her knees
in vain do her salt tears back up her pleas
But she sticks out her bottom in tearful despair
Three more times the rods swish down through the air
So she’s taken fifteen before she is done
Then 'Stand in the corner and show off your bum!'
Leaden limbed, dewy eyed and rubbing her ass
Gaby dresses and drags herself off to her class
her bottom is blazing, it seems twice the weight
the weals thick as fingers whose smart won't abate
'Miss Jones I am sorry, I apologise quite'
and curtseying Gaby displays quite a sight
and now she must show to the class her bare seat
plump lilywhite hue turned the colour of beet
Beet is the colour for beaten she’s been
She’s now just another well disciplined teen
Young Gabrielle Wilkinson, thoroughly caned
with corporal punishment she’s been well trained
With raised dress in the corner our sinner must pass
half an hour’s contemplation, quite bare of ass,
bear the pain of her punishment, rueful of face,
one hand busy rubbing the fire in her base
She must stand and display the results of her crime
transgression's reward and humility's prime
show off the matron’s dire skill with her cane
'Miss Jones, I shall ne'er answer you back again!'
Tuesday, 18 December 2012
The Reformatory Cane
Someone requested this drawing without the added picture, so here it is full size. Just look at that cane and imagine it wrapping around that lovely girl's buttocks!
Someone else asked if there is any more of the poem. The answer is yes, and here are a couple more verses:
Someone else asked if there is any more of the poem. The answer is yes, and here are a couple more verses:
The last cuts of her cane are so terribly tight
the sting so intense she can no longer fight
the urge to jump up and grab her poor bum
At the twelfth stroke at last the moment has come
She leaps up in pain for the last caught her well
clipping in under like a brand hurled from hell
coming right in the region most tender, defined
as the most private part of poor Gaby's behind
Now prancing young Gabrielle holds hard her rear
quite lost to all modesty now I do fear
as stamping with pain and howling in woe
she kneads her young bottom like soft stripy dough
Rubbing her buttocks and panting again
she writhes in the grip of her punishment pain
The Warden regards her, a light in his eyes
with a smile he confounds her - 'Did I say you could rise?'
the sting so intense she can no longer fight
the urge to jump up and grab her poor bum
At the twelfth stroke at last the moment has come
She leaps up in pain for the last caught her well
clipping in under like a brand hurled from hell
coming right in the region most tender, defined
as the most private part of poor Gaby's behind
Now prancing young Gabrielle holds hard her rear
quite lost to all modesty now I do fear
as stamping with pain and howling in woe
she kneads her young bottom like soft stripy dough
Rubbing her buttocks and panting again
she writhes in the grip of her punishment pain
The Warden regards her, a light in his eyes
with a smile he confounds her - 'Did I say you could rise?'
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