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Here’s an article about a quaint Czech custom:

They are upholding one of Europe’s more bizarre — and controversial — traditions: the Easter beating of women. It’s an old fertility rite that dates back to the Middle Ages; the only thing is that, in the Czech Republic, it’s not confined to the history books. It is a ritual still assiduously practised by Czechs today. On the morning of Easter Monday, men and boys whip women of all ages, around the legs with special whips made out of twisted willow branches. The women reward the men for this with a painted Easter egg. The symbolism is pretty clear: the whipping, say Czechs, ensures the woman stays fertile and beautiful. No woman escapes: women of all ages get a whipping, from children to grandmothers. In fact, it’s considered rude to leave one of the women in a gathering out, even if she’s 70 years old. The whipping is supposed to be symbolic, more a gentle tap.

Thanks to Daze for the link.

Hmm, is it playtime already?

“Girl, I think your towel is slipping….”

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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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.