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This is what comes of spilling port on the bishop:

His Lordship walked around her, smelling her fear. “Now, my girl, you are going to be flogged. Once you have been beaten, you will then leave this room, and nothing will be said again of your disgraceful behaviour this evening. Now I fully expect that the thrashing will cause you a great deal of pain, but I must ask you to take it in silence: if you scream out, I shall simply thrash you harder and for longer. Do you understand me?”

“Yes, sir”.

He stopped at the table, and picked up a long, thin riding whip. The crop was about three feet long, covered in premium brown leather, and he bent it slowly in two to illustrate how whippy it would be.

“Bend over the edge of the snooker table, girl; go on, legs against it, and lean forward. And keep those hands behind your head. Tighter, much tighter.” Jo stretched herself forward, as she did so rising up almost onto tiptoe, thrusting her naked backside further into the air.

Satisfied, his Grace took three steps back. He raised his arm high above his shoulder, and danced forward, bringing the whip crashing through the air and down across Jo’s behind. It landed straight across the centre of her buttocks with a crack that sounded like gunfire; she cried out, despite her best intentions. The weal stretched across, two thin red tramlines lining a darker ridge, that hardened rapidly.

From “Made to Take Her Punishment by Abel Jenkins.

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• Caned Maid
• Spurious Flagellation History
• Punishing The Housemaids
• Caning The House Guest
• The Prime Minister Spanks His Servants

Ok, ok, so I’m not entirely clear on what’s going on here. Room full of naked schoolgirls (ok, not totally nude, they have shoes and socks on), one poor girl cowering out front on the piano stool while everyone else watches, woman in natty white lab coat on a commanding chair examining or making notes on a clipboard. Is this Spanking Saturday, or just ritual humiliation in the form of group medical examinations?

Trust those wacky Japanese!

From Poetic Justice.

From a French comic called Madame:

Happy guy, until Madame cuts a bit low….

Here’s an excerpt from An Interview With Nina Birch:

What is your favourite implement?

I love hands best although my favourite implement is the birch. I was actually first birched by a woman, a girlfriend who was very experienced I immediately felt an infinity with the implement and it has remained my preferred corporal punishment sensation. I have also introduced a few people to it, as it is not often used today. I like the way it can feel very different depending on how each individual birch is made, i.e. the age and texture of the switches their length. I also love the sound of the birch, the lovely ‘swish’ through the air and the ‘whoosh’ as it hits my bottom. I love to be birched all over my bottom with fast continuous but light strokes. These should build up in intensity until my whole bottom is tingling and glowing. Then at the end a few hard individual strokes. Anyone who hasn’t experienced a lengthy birching doesn’t know what they are missing! I like the thought of maybe wearing Victorian split knickers with lots of petticoats which would be ceremoniously pulled up before a long birching.

These were floating around on USENET a while back:

Here’s another naked young lady run afoul of scurrilous-looking sailors with whips. And this one’s blonde:

But wait a minute! Those “pirates” are wearing uniforms. What is that, the bloody British Navy? Didn’t they have some sort of superstition against letting women on board ship?

I guess they don’t call it Le Vice Anglais for nothing….