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Here’s four paragraphs of prefatory material supposedly leading up to a birching in front of the Queen of England. Mind you, these four paragraphs are just a sample, the poor girl’s been up on the scaffold for twenty-two paragraphs already when our curtain rises:

He put his hand on the waistband of Gloria’s drawers and with a violent ripping, accompanied by a shriek of despair from the girl, the last veil of modesty was torn from her body. In a desperate gesture of modesty, she tried to hug herself against the whipping post. Gloria was naked except for her hose and garters, her bare buttocks made more delectably vulnerable by the cool breeze in this early hour of the morning. The cold air made her flesh shrink, and her lovely bottom cheeks tensed and contracted violently as the unfortunate young woman strove to hide her most intimate parts from the prying eyes all around her.

Fighting her terror, her eyes tightly closed, her body pressed fiercely against the heavy whipping post, Gloria Talmadge awaited her birching. The cool air tickled her skin, sensitised her nerves and made this tension filled moment before the first stroke interminable frightful agony. With all her might she pressed her loins against the rough wood of the post to hide the thick black curls which garlanded the entrance to her virgin cunt. The crowd could see the rippling spasms up and down her thighs and along her stockinged supple calves as she prepared for her first taste of the rod.

The whipper took his place behind the shuddering girl, standing at her left and brandishing the rod. He gave it one or two preliminary swishes just to test its efficacy, but the whistling hiss made poor Gloria gasp in fear and shrink with convulsive anguish against the whipping post. Arching up on tiptoe, her arms dragged out wide, the magnificence of her young pale body stark against the leaden sky, Gloria was like a beautiful frightened animal and the crowd was absorbed in the unfolding spectacle.

The whipper lowered the birch to the floor of the scaffold, measuring his distance, appraising the firm ample ovals of that delightful naked bottom given up to his flagellatory skills. Aware that the Queen herself was watching, he determined to acquit himself with valour. He watched the young woman’s buttocks tighten and shudder as all her muscles came to her defence, and he bided his time, proving he was a master of his craft.

At the rate this whipping is going, he might be able to bide his time all the way to the end of the book. (Which, by the way, is “The Passions of Lady Meg” by Paul Little, as excerpted at A Taste Of The Birch.

As every spanko knows, hardware stores are dangerous:

A couple of years ago Hubby and I went to a home center to buy some paint and there was a couple ahead of us and they bought paint in a 5 gallon container, the clerk gave then a nice 5 gallon size paint paddle and the husband asked if he could have another one, he turned to his wife and told her the second paddle was for her bottom, her face got red and she turned her face the other way as they left the store. The clerk just smiled and shook her head, and I was so thankful Hubby never said a word.

That’s Pillow_Girl posting on the Spanking Den forum.

I think it’s hard to be a male spanko without having something of a fetish for sweetly curved bottoms, and sometimes the composition of a spanking shot gets everything just exactly right:

The well-tied sweet curves being caned above belong to model Pinky Lee and the photo is from Hogtied.com. (See full sized.)

I don’t include many historical punishment scenes on Spanking Blog, because I’ve got no particular desire to celebrate real, actual, nonconsensual whippings et cetera. The fantasy of nonconsensuality (often in historical contexts) can be hot as hell, but the reality presumably wasn’t, not for the unlucky victims anyway. However, I’m sometimes inclined to make an exception for lurid old postcards, because the scenes depicted on them are almost always staged for the photographer, and/or heavily edited by the card publisher or hand colorist. Cognizant that lots of spankos enjoy a good “whipped in the public square” fantasy, I’ve got no problem sharing this detail from an old postcard that purports to show an Indonesian judicial whipping, but which (in all likelihood, though we can’t know for sure) shows a scene ginned up for the photographer who wanted to sell postcards:

I found this suggestive picture on one of those otherwise boring pages of dormitory hijinks that college students are so fond of posting by the millions. This picture was labled with the French for “In College”:

For those of you whose fantasies run to the harsh punishment end of the spectrum, here’s an excerpt from a judicial caning story called The Young Offender by Lupercal:

The Sergeant then took a brisk step backward and, laying the cane gently across the middle of the girl’s magnificent bum, measured his distance. Then, satisfied with his aim, he moved back even further till he stood eight or nine feet to the side of his intended target.

With a dramatic flourish he raised the long swishy cane high up over his shoulder and, looking round at the Superintendent, signalled his readiness with a curt tilt of his head.

“Stand clear,” Oliseh said to the doctor and to the two constables who stood nearby, then, consulting a printed paper he’d taken from his pocket, rounded on the Sergeant, telling him, “The Warrant is for twenty-five. Proceed!”

Without a word, Sergeant M’wapa launched himself forward – one huge stride, then another – and then, pivoting round on the ball of one foot, brought the cane thrumming down across the pretty young convict’s squirming upthrust rear, wringing from her a tremendous, ear-splitting shriek that made me fairly jump in my seat. “Oh my God!” a woman behind me exclaimed. “My baby! My baby!”

“Hush now, Ayoka!” her male companion admonished. “The Court has spoken.”

“Yes. Of course,” the woman said shakily, then fell silent.

I shall never forget Bobbie’s baleful, heart-rending cries, the sharp, meaty ‘thwack’ of the cane against her naked flesh, and the way her big black bottom danced and writhed under that fearsome court-ordered thrashing. The Sergeant, as you would expect, was utterly merciless, punishing her with such ferocity that, at the fifth stroke, the Superintendent called a halt so that the doctor might assess the girl’s condition and determine her fitness to receive more of the same. But this examination, though competent, was merely a formality dictated by procedure. Sergeant M’wapa was an expert and everyone present could see that, despite the severity of her chastisement, the errant miss would suffer no lasting harm as a result of it’s execution. Indeed, it is a testament to the Sergeant’s proficiency with the rod, and, no doubt, to the many extra-judicial whippings he had meted out before the Act came into force, that, in the course of her punishment, the unfortunate young woman’s tortured hide remained completely intact, and not a drop of her blood was drawn.

Nonetheless, even at this point, with just one fifth of her sentence administered, it was clear that Bobbie Obasanjo would not sit comfortably for many days to come. Five huge ugly welts stood out like thick braided ropes snaking from hip to hip across her big bare bottom, each as fat as a man’s middle finger, and each a searing line of unbearable anguish, painful beyond anything the bawling teenager could possibly have imagined. These the doctor examined closely then turned to the Superintendent and said, “The injury is acceptable. You may continue.”

“Ohh! No! No! Nooooo…!” Bobbie wailed, he face a tragic mask of brimming, imploring eyes, bared teeth and wide, distended mouth. “No! No! Pleeeeeeease!!” she screamed, her broad hips arching up and jiggling frantically in a futile effort to forestall the resumption of her suffering. But Oliseh took no notice whatever. “Another ten,” he ordered and immediately the Sergeant sprung forward and struck again….

Here is an amazingly pastoral scene from the usually-gritty-and-severe whipping folks at Pain Gate. A sunny day suitable for a picnic, lovely scenery, two mostly-bare pretty maids, a whipping post, some sort of snake whip:

Really, it looks like a prescription for fun to me!

See Also:

• Neprakta Whipping Post Scene
• Caning The Princess
• Whipping Post Artwork
• Severe Dungeon Birchings
• A Rough Time At The Whipping Post