For some young ladies on certain days, it genuinely doesn’t pay to gnaw through the leather straps in order to get out of bed in the morning. We find three such lovely unfortunates huddled in chains on prickly straw in some sort of makeshift dungeon:
Alas for them, their day is only going to get worse. Masked dungeon-keepers shouting “Get up, you indolent sluts!” have chivvied them to their feet, chained their hands above their heads, and started soaking ominous-looking birch bundles in what we hope is brine:
After far too long in that strenuous and vulnerable position, the first young miscreant is brought to the whipping post and solidly tied there. With a viscious swish and crack the birch lands, more painful than she had ever imagined it would be:
This severe birching tableaux is courtesy of Lupus Spanking.