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From: James Stephenson’s Spanking Blog

Go nuts and whip their butts: Making an Easter whip – Foreign Affairs, The Slovak Spectator

14 Apr 2003 Kristína Havasová Culture

WHEN I was still in school, my male schoolmates and the males of my family would knock on the door of my apartment early in the morning on Easter Monday carrying buckets of water (vedrá s vodou) and wicker whips (prútené korbáče).

Because I knew what was going to happen, I immediately went to hide while my mother opened the door. The boys splashed and whipped my mum while chanting the first line of the famous Slovak Easter saying, “Šibi-ryby, mastné ryby, kus koláča od korbáča (Whips-fishes, greasy fishes, piece of cake from the whip” – it doesn’t make sense in Slovak either!). Then they would start to look for me.

It would never take them too long to find me, because like most girls who live in apartment blocks, my favourite place to hide was the one room that you could lock – the bathroom. After several minutes of persuading me that they would not pour any water on me, I would believe them and open the door. I need hardly add that they did not keep their word.

As soon as I unlocked the door they would pull me out and whip me far more than my mother had been whipped. Then I would end up in the bath, soaking wet.
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Here are the images to accompany the “my first birching” post.
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(Noto bene: This post was written last night, while my Master was out doing some errands. Pictures from the birching are here.)

The birches mumbojumble gave us have been sitting in a vase for a couple weeks, now. Giving me a frisson of anticipation every time I walked past them. Today was the day they finally got used on my naked bottom.

Sometimes, you plan scenes – detailed, intricate role-play. Sometimes, scenes just happen.

My Master and I were putting some shelves in our lovely new wardrobe (and thanks to our dear friend, whom I think I shall give the name “Mr. Stag,” for wasting his weekend helping us get and assemble our wardrobe!) We finished all the work we could do, and my Master lay down on the bed. Something in the way he did so gave me the hint that kinky stuff would shortly follow. So I climbed on the bed and started running my hands up and down his legs … trying to indicate my receptivity. I hadn’t really been in a place where I was actively thinking about sex … but knowing he was took me from naught to sixty in no time flat!

After a period of meaningful eye-contact and rising horniness, I finally stopped fondling his thighs, and lay down beside him. In doing so, I brushed against him, and suddenly realized he was as throbbing erect as possible! He told me it was time to finally get my birching, and fear shot through me – but I couldn’t help grinning like an idiot!

He pointed out that only bad girls got birched. I responded that perhaps it was time for my bad girl persona to come out and play … maybe she had stayed out all night, doing things she wasn’t supposed to with boys. He was right there with me, and brought in the running role-play fantasy we have of the bad girl and her ever-so-patient housemaster, who has taken her under his wing (a cane-wielding wing!) and who is trying to prepare her (by way of tenderizing her bottom at regular intervals!) to send her off to a training institution (we’ve already given it a name: “The Lausanne Institute”) so that she can be his perfect girl.

Well, my Master likes a challenge, because my bad-girl persona doesn’t give in gracefully! No, she fights and whinges and generally makes as much as possible that much harder for herself! Yes, he likes the challenge! When I deliberately do or say something that gets me in more trouble, he gets such a glint in his eye! And then he hands out a serious thrashing!

Well, after we’d set up our story-line, he told me what to wear, and to make a birch rod and bring it to him. On went the navy gym shorts and gym skirt, a white shirt with blue tie, and grey sweater and white knee socks. (Because I was a bad girl, I pushed the socks unevenly around my ankles, and didn’t tuck my shirt in. I also left one button undone, as I was sneaking back in after a night of debauchery, and thus should be a bit mussed!)

Then, I had to make the birch rods! Very kindly, mumbojumble had provided some sample rods, so I had immediate examples to hand. The birch twigs she gave us were quite long, so I made two shorter length rods, one with the thinnest ends, and one of the thickest ends. (When it comes to pain, my Master can always count on me to be thorough!)

Then I went and knocked on the bedroom door, heart thumping my my chest, trying to bring up all my bravado and attitude, so I could get into some serious hot water….
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One of the videos my Master gave me at the beginning of our relationship, on a series of two CDs entitled “Educational Videos,” was the classic English punishment film, “In Loco Parentis.” I wrote about it for my Master before, but I’ve just watched it again, and found that you can actually buy this video online!

It took a long time to find it, because it’s actually sold as part of a “two pack” on the Video On Demand site, under the name, “English Discipline Series – College Classics Special.” But, since you can just pay for clips, you can watch the second half of the video directly, and that is “In Loco Parentis.”

You can also buy it at that staple of English punishment sites, classicspanking.com. Unlike the Video on Demand, you’ll have to join the site to see it. Still, there are enough examples of finest English punishment videos that I really don’t think the money will be wasted!

The ad copy for the movie is quite amusing!

“Professor Hutchins was looking forward to a quiet evening at home when he got an urgent call from Mrs. Bromley. Her daughter Sandra is a problem student, and schools are not allowed to administer discipline nowadays. What is she to do? Reluctantly, the Professor agrees to deal with the problem “off the record” in the privacy of his own home. It’s a shame such an attractive girl must suffer the painful humiliation of a limber cane across her bare bottom. And the professor must spend his time turning her round rump bright red. He was hopping [sic] to spend the evening reviewing his stamp collection. But Mrs. Bromley is such a good friend, and her daughter is so disobedient, how could he refuse!”

Poor Professor Hutchins! Silliness aside, what I love about the movie is that Professor Hutchins lectures Sandra as earnestly as if this wasn’t just a porn movie. The whole movie is very dedicated to verisimilitude, from beginning to end. The opening phone call, which sets up why Sandra is coming over to get a spanking, is done seriously, with detail. Then, we wait for a while with Professor Hutchins while he ruminates on what a whippy cane may well do to change this girl’s unfortunate attitude. When Sandra finally does show up, she gets lectured, spanked, lectured, birched, lectured, smacked with the belt, lectured, caned (after being put into a special punishment robe, which involves a lecture on the seriousness of a caning and the importance of ceremony), and then after the caning, a final lecture just to be sure.

I don’t know about you, but I find that hot-hot-hot! There’s nothing I love more with a spanking or caning than a lecture on discipline! So this movie really works for me!

Watch “In Loco Parentis” in Video on Demand or over at classicspanking.com.

I have birch rods on my mind.

This may be because of the bouquet of birch twigs sitting in a vase in the bathroom, which I see every time I go in there. I know the birching is coming — it will be before we leave for the wedding. I hate the waiting! Although I’m not sure that I’ll still be so impatient when the day of the birching comes along…. Anyway, I can’t stop reading about the birch, of course. Which is only making my anticipation all the worse! Here’s a great link I found today. The below text and images are from it….

The birch, a bundle of twigs cut from a tree, normally the birch tree. Dried out and with twigs and leaves removed, it has been long used as a means of corporal punishment and for stimulating the skin in or after a sauna. As an instrument of chastisement its first recorded use is in 1440: “He bete hur wyth a yerde of byrke”. In the UK it was an available legal punishment until 1948, and is still retained as such by the Isle of Man, where the last judicial birching occurred in 1975, the same year as the European Court of Human Rights declared it a “cruel and unusual punishment”. The last floggings of convicts for offences against prison discipline took place as recently as the 1960s. The 1948 Criminal Justice Act abolished birching for all crimes other than certain prison offences, where those 21 and over got 18 strokes of the cat-o’-nine-tails or birch, and those under 21 got 12 strokes.
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