Relive your chalkdust memories...

Time for a Seachange...

2011-08-01T20:02:00.001-07:00

Greetings

I hope you are all behaving nicely, or at least trying to behave nicely!

I'm sitting on my back deck enjoying the beautiful Indian summer day, thinking how nice it would be to move to a country property. I have an image of horses and stables, and private barns...and woodsheds...and riverbanks with large fallen trees that make impromptu whipping benches for naughty adult boys and girls to be bent over...

Ah yes, I miss my days on the farm. Nothing can compare with being inside a barn on a stormy day, my charge bent over a haybale, waiting for the next stroke, his naked bum striped....

Yes, I think my time in the city is drawing to a close and its time to look for a country property again. Nothing too far away from the city, I've been having a little look around lately and have seen some very suitable places not far from here actually...

Speaking of thrashings, I have just received the most unbelievably rude email from someone who quite obviously could do with a dose of bare bottom thrashing. It always astounds me when people can be so over the top rude and allow themselves to lose control of their emotions over the smallest things! This poor soul was unable to log in to the member's area after signing up. Now who would believe in this day and age that something could go wrong with technology?? I know, its hard to believe, but there you go...guess it happens sometimes....

So for anyone else who has trouble logging in after signing up to my member's area, please just send me an email letting me know, as soon as I find your email (please allow for different timezones) letting me know, I will get on to it straight away. Or you can contact Verotel directly and they will fix it pretty quickly. There is no need for rudeness or threats, as anyone knows who has experienced a login problem, its been sorted out ASAP.

Anyway, I'm off to set another evil Detention.

Tomorrow I am spending the day training a couple, which is always fun, actually, I have to say that it is as much fun as conducting sessions.

Ciao!

Guild of Governesses

2011-05-13T18:26:00.000-07:00

The Guild of Governesses has just been launched.

The Guild is a collective of respected lady disciplinarians to further the cause of domestic discipline, regression and sissification by traditional methods of corporal punishment and other punitive practices. Founder members include Lady Governa in the UK, Mrs Birch in Australia and Ms Marwood in the USA. We hope to have a founder lady member from each continent! The Guild has just been launched with a following via Twitter and the ladies own Twitter sites. We each post daily twitters of personal news, discipline news, instructions, links to images and film, literary references and links to stories.

Enthusiasts should open a Twitter account and follow each lady and join in the lively community.

The Twitter links are: http://twitter.com/GuildGoverness and http://twitter.com/LadyGoverna and http://twitter.com/Mrs_Birch and http://twitter.com/MsMarwoodOTK

It's been a while...

2011-04-29T07:38:00.001-07:00

And yes, I know, it's been months since I updated my journal....

Anyway, I'm here, still spanking and caning, and in fact I've been been busier than ever!

Judging by the weather it looks like it won't be long before it's time for fireside spankings and toasty botties...

I should probably mention that I'm now only taking appointments on Tuesdays, Wednesdays and Thursdays so please keep that in mind if you are considering a session. Appointments outside of those days may be possible but I can't guarantee my availability.

TRAINING
I'm often asked if I train others in the art of discipline and the answer is yes, I do. I'm happy to pass on my skills to sensible adults and do so on a face to face basis. I do not teach via online. I teach over a period of time so that you get to fully appreciate the intricacies of what you are learning, just like I did. You will be taught good foundation skills and techniques at a pace you feel comfortable with, and when you have mastered a technique you will be given more to practise and master. Far better to build from a good foundation, that way your skills will have real substance.

Domestic Discipline training would have to be one of my personal favourites! I just adore teaching Ladies how to spank their husbands and dress them up as sissy maids! In fact, what better way is there to wile away an afternoon than one spent spanking a sissy husband and turning his buttocks crimson? Then after his spanking, it's time for him to learn how to clean the house to my exacting standards...

Ladies, I offer my exclusive Domestic Disciplinary Tutoring to you so that you too can join in the fun and learn how to keep that naughty husband under loving control. This is not all about learning how to place him under the thumb... rather, a much different and possibly more satisfying approach to curbing the temperament of the unruly male. If you've ever dreamed of having the perfect husband who attends to your every need, caters for your most intimate desires, cooks beautiful meals for you, cleans the house, brings you flowers and his pay check while treating you as his Goddess, then there is hope! Read on...

Now just look at that bottom to the left.

What better way is there to handle that 'little chat' you promised him? No fuss, no bother, no argument! Just 6 quick strokes of your cane...

Domestic Discipline equals Domestic Bliss!
Discover how easy it can be to develop a more loving placid partner who is devoted to you, by employing simple, time-honoured techniques.

Chastity and Orgasm Control/Denial, Petticoat Discipline, Spanking, Corporal Punishment, Romper Room, Discipline, Maid for a Day, setting chores and household rules, and many other countless and wonderful methods of control are available for you to learn and implement. Contact me if you would like to find out more or would like to enquire about an appointment. From the very first meeting you'll see why I love what I do!

Couples Training
Ladies if you prefer to come along with your husband and learn as a couple then I will be able to show you many Disciplinary techniques first hand by practising on your husband's upturned buttocks! These training sessions can be marvelous fun and I encourage you to bring along any existing implements, ideas, questions, and outfits for him or for you, as you wish. Learn how to tame his naughty ways and pacify even the most unruly behaviour easily and painlessly, er, painfully! You may find that one training session is all that is needed for you to be on your way. Others may prefer several sessions spaced out over several weeks to help bring about the 'new order of things in your household'. Perhaps an intensive weekly program might suit you best. Some Ladies prefer a combination of personal training appointments for themselves, coupled with alternate visits with their husbands, then periodically send their husbands along to me for a little 'behaviour modification', just to help things along a little. Whatever you decide, it's whatever works best for you.

If you are interested in training with me, please feel free to email me at mrsbirch@mrsbirch.net and let me know what area you are looking for training in and we can tailor a plan that best suits your needs.

Ciao!

Call me old fashioned...

2010-12-03T16:16:00.000-08:00

but I really appreciate being given flowers, particularly by someone who is about to receive discipline from me. It's such a simple thing but it has to be one of the most respectful gestures I can think of, and one that I shall never tire of.

To think that someone has gone out of their way to purchase a bouquet of flowers to present to me when they arrive for their thrashing is so thoughtful, and I appreciate it greatly.

Now that's not to say that the gesture will cause me to feel inclined to lessen the severity of the thrashing at all, nay, not by a long shot as anyone who has ever arrived bouquet in hand has found out. It simply means that I appreciate your thoughtfulness.

Speaking of thrashings, I've had a fun week, beginning with a lengthy over the knee spanking for my boy Patrick, who bravely endured a prolonged punishment from the Brat Smacker. Naturally the spanking was punctuated with several periods of cornertime just to let the effects of the spanking sink in, then back over my knee to light the fire in his bum again. That Brat Smacker is truly evil, tee hee...

I must admit, I was a little over zealous when it came to concentrating my efforts on the crease where buttocks meet top of thigh, so poor Patrick has felt the effects all week...oh well

c'est la vie...

Phone Session Availability

2010-10-13T20:31:00.000-07:00

Greetings,

Over the next few weeks I will be available for phone sessions or just to chat on the following number at certain times each week. The times I will generally be online will on Monday, Tuesday and Wednesday between 7pm and 9pm US Eastern time - which will be between 4pm and 6pm US West Coast time. The number to call within the US toll free is:

*Toll-Free Number: 1-877-44-SUGAR ext. 18356 or
1-877-447-8427 ext. 18356

If I'm online and you wish to chat, click on this button below or call one of the numbers above, if I'm unavailable leave me a message and we'll set up a suitable time to chat.

Please note, the times may vary and sometimes I may not be able to come online if I'm in session so these are general times only for the time being.

Ciao!

PS I'm online right now and I'll be online until around 1am US Eastern time

Thrashing, packing and moving...

2010-10-13T17:13:00.001-07:00

Greetings everyone

I am writing my first journal entry in my new home. Now just in case anyone is wondering why I have not added a journal entry over the past 3 weeks, it's because I have been super busy with appointments as well as packing in preparation to move house. NOT to mention the usual BS associated with getting internet connected at my new premises DESPITE the assurance from my internet provider that with 10 days notice they'd have me connected up on the day I nominated...ie: THE DAY I moved into my new house!

Did I expect it could be that easy? YES!

AHEM....Its been 14 days now SINCE I've officially taken up residence in my new home (already???) and 28 days since I first notified my internet provider of my desire to relocate my service!

HOWEVER....

As expected in this wonderful first world country of ours, that is an impossible ask. Honestly, WHY is it that it's SO bloody difficult for these people to do as they promise? Everytime I have moved since the advent of the internet I have suffered the same bullshit with every internet provider I have been with...

Not only have I not been graced with the continuation of my 4 year service with this company but also, regrettably, I believe that many emails are not getting through to my email account either. I have had quite a few people email me via my mrsjenniferbirch@yahoo.com address or phoning me to ask about whatever it is that I have not responded to in the email they have sent and not had any response to.

Do I feel like taking a buggy whip to the buttocks of whoever it is in charge of deciding whether or not they will deign to connect me up?

YOU BET!!

SO! If you have been trying to reach me via my mrsbirch@mrsbirch.net email and had your email bounce back or unanswered in timely fashion, I do apologise for my apparent tardiness, it's not me...but please use my mrsjenniferbirch@yahoo.com address for the time being, or call me.

Now in case you are wondering, yes I am available for appointments and phone sessions, as well as taking applicants for chastity programs and home detentions.

In fact just to finish on a pleasant note, my first session in my new residence was a wonderful fireside caning while the rain tumbled down outside. Very cosy and intimate...

Ciao!!

Double Trouble!

2010-09-16T17:19:00.000-07:00

Greetings

just enjoying a coffee on the back deck basking in this stunning spring morning before I start preparing for the afternoon's sessions...thinking about a fun morning planned for tomorrow...

Ah yes tomorrow's session...Miss Tara and I will be joining forces to put a naughty boy through his paces over the course of a 2 hour period first thing in the morning. We have some very interesting strategies planned - lots of humiliating positions, plenty of drill maneuvers and a good variety of implements that'll be used upon his delicate bottie in a succession of punishment sets throughout the morning.

Actually, I should say that the naughty boy has been anticipating this moment for quite a while as he really wants to show Miss Tara just how well he can take his discipline AND as the good Lord knows, he's had plenty of practise in the lead up to this session tomorrow!!

The first thing he'll be required to do is to present himself in his bottle green girl's gym knickers, bent over Patrice bottom facing the door which Miss Tara and I will be entering from...crook handled Senior Cane stuck down the crack of his bum ready for his first inspection by Miss Tara, followed by his first military style drill set...

That's for openers...

And no, I'm not going to give away anymore for now, you'll just have to wait and see... ;-)

But I can say this, God help him if he attracts any penalties for even the SLIGHTEST of infractions...

tee hee...

Must fly!

Ciao!

I'm away next weekend

2010-08-20T17:55:00.000-07:00

Greetings,

And what a stunning day it is here in Sydney today! Looks like we don't have to wait til the end of winter to start enjoying the spring weather...

Need I say it?

Yes, it's perfect spanking weather... and I'm just preparing for a naughty boy who is going to be sitting a tedious detention today and BOY is he going to squirm when he sees the assignment I've set for him...think I might shackle him to the chair while I skip out for a while to vote...On second thoughts, I might just strap his torso to the chair as well....just to make sure he sits up straight while I'm gone...

He doesn't know it yet, but I have a little surprise for him, Miss Tara will be sitting in to supervise while I'm gone! teehee AND I have left her with some very interesting instructions...LOL

Speaking of voting, everyone ready to vote? It should be an interesting election...anyone care to make a prediction? I saw in the news the other day that a crocodile up North somewhere made a prediction that Julia Gillard would win the election. Good God! Australia's answer to Paul?

Now before I forget to mention, I'm away next weekend so not available for sessions online or in person from Friday through to Sunday so please keep that in mind if you wish to make an appointment this coming week. I am taking appointments up to and including Thursday then available again from Monday. If you would like an appointment Monday please make arrangements before Friday as I will not be available to contact over the weekend.

So have a great weekend all, time for Miss Tara and I to get ready!

Ciao!

Sissy Karen's Big Day Out!

2010-08-13T21:45:00.001-07:00

I am sitting out on my back deck enjoying the glorious late winter sun, listening to the sound of the birds chirping, sipping coffee and thinking about the week just gone.

Its certainly been a mixed week - but a fun week of course! My good friend Tara came over on Tuesday and we were treated to a lovely fashion parade from Sissy Karen who was looking extremely glamorous in the outfits she selected to parade for us. It was a perfect way to spend a rainy Winter's day, rugged up and warm inside and thoroughly enjoying Karen's Haute Couture collection. We were very impressed! Sissy Karen, I think you missed your calling! You were certainly the Belle of the Ball on Tuesday!

Naturally before the parade, Karen was subjected to a little uniform inspection by Miss Tara, and then a little display of the disciplinary kind. I decided to show Miss Tara just how eager Karen really was to show her how well she could take a little cold caning so it was 'step up, panties down and bend over Patrice' for 6 lovely crisp strokes of the cane on an icy cold bottom before we began. That certainly warmed Sissy Karen's bottie quick smart!

Oh yes, and 6 more of loopy Johnny...

...and while you are bending over, we might just show Miss Tara how well you take half a dozen strokes of the New Zealand Paddle.....

After the parade Sissy Karen treated us to a lovely afternoon tea in a local coffee shop nearby. She looked very smart in a lovely tailored, strapless frock in navy and white pinstripe, stockings, heels and a pretty, off white cardigan.

It was a lovely day. For our next treat day, Sissy Karen is going to have the opportunity to show us how far she has come in her maid training. She will be preparing a nice gourmet meal for Miss Tara and I, then she will be required to serve the meal to us and wait on us for the afternoon while we enjoy a leisurely afternoon on the balcony, perhaps if the weather is nice we may even go for a dip in the pool, (if the pool is somehow miraculously clear)

We are looking forward to the gourmet day happening soon!

Did I mention I had some new canes arrive from Canes for Pain? No? Oh... well....

My My My... They are nasty!

Whypdancer promised to send me bullet proof canes, and they certainly sound deadlier than bullet proof! Thank you Whyp! I shall keep you posted and let you know how they perform.

I'm really looking forward to their maiden voyage.

Anyone game?

Now why isnt that phone ringing off the hook? ;-)

Ciao! I'm back off to enjoy the sunshine!

Spring is nearly here!

2010-08-01T20:04:00.001-07:00

Greetings!

Spring is just around the corner and I'm really pleased about that! No doubt anyone baring their bum for a thrashing will be too? These cold winter days don't make for pleasant or easy thrashings....but...then again... when was a thrashing supposed to be pleasant? Mind you, I do enjoy giving a fireside spanking when its cold and raining outside and warm and cosy in... and over my lap.

Speaking of pleasant thrashings....

I have a good friend who has moved back to town who has been joining me for some fun sessions over the past weeks. She is going to be here for awhile and very happy to bare witness to the discipline of any naughty boys wishing to be dealt with in front of her. In fact she is very keen to learn how to apply the rod herself so very appreciative of anyone wishing to offer their bottoms for the purpose of practise...

I promise to make sure that the target area on your bum will be well marked so that she doesn't extend beyond the designated spots....

On a slightly different note, Sissy Karen and I enjoyed a nice picnic at a local reserve recently and had a thoroughly enjoyable day away from Sister Patrice. We took care of a few infractions before we left for the picnic so I daresay a freshly thrashed bottie was a good reminder to Karen to be on her best behaviour whilst out and about. Karen kindly provided a delicious lunch which she prepared before we left and we enjoyed our afternoon lunching on a picnic rug under a pair of ancient gum trees, listening to the kookaburras, magpies and oddly enough a pair of bagpipes across the park, followed by a leisurely stroll along the riverbank.

I did note that Karen was a little insistent about taking up her position to my rear during our walk along the riverbank....I daresay due to her desire to avoid the cane in my hand...

We are going out for another outing next week and my friend will be joining us this time so I trust we'll have another pleasant and leisurely day only this time without the straps and canes!

Right, its time to get ready for my afternoon appointment, I have a nice little caning to prepare for, but sadly I see the weather has turned a little fresh in the past hour or so which unfortunately means that he won't have the benefit of feeling the warmth of spring just yet as the cane swishes around his bare buttocks today!

Have a nice day!

lash lash lash! As my mother would say...

Ciao!

Do I train people? Yes I do.

2010-05-07T19:42:00.001-07:00

I have often been asked if I train people and the answer is yes I do.

In fact over the years I've provided many couples with training and help with integrating various aspects of domestic discipline into their established relationships.

The training I provide focuses on the areas that you feel you need most help with. It is tailor made to suit your needs. For instance you may be perfectly fine with your disciplinary skills, but feel you need guidance in setting up the domestic regime. On the other hand you may need assistance with the actual application of discipline, or advice on setting appropriate punishments for particular offenses. You may simply want to perfect your skills and seek more ideas just to keep things nice and spicy. It isn't easy to keep things fresh and functioning well so that both Dom and sub continue to have their needs met along the way, so sometimes it's good to enlist a little outside assistance, just to keep things on track. I can help.

I'm also frequently asked if I provide one on one training as far as the cane or other disciplinary implements are concerned. Yes I do. I am happy to pass on my skills to others (conditions apply) on a face to face basis. I do not provide online training. Why? Because learning to discipline is a bit like learning to drive a car, when you first get behind the wheel, ideally (and for good reason) there's an experienced driver sitting in the passenger seat guiding and instructing you until you learn the basics well enough to start driving on your own. The more you drive under varying conditions the more skilled you become. Some folks make better drivers than others, and some can be made better with simple instruction.

If you would like to inquire about face to face training please email me at mrsbirch@mrsbirch.net for more details about it.

Please note: If you wish to undergo training with me I do insist that you hold a current first aid certificate. I do insist on a few other basic requirements as well which I will discuss with you when you contact me privately.

Ciao!

Domestic Bliss

2010-04-27T05:30:00.001-07:00

Greetings,

winters almost here and it'll soon be time for warming bums and fingers by the fire again. I can't wait! I love spanking in the winter. Speaking of toasty bums and fingers, I've been enjoying toasting lots of bottoms lately particularly with nice long over the knee spankings. In fact I just couldn't resist the temptation of going for a drive one beautiful sunny day last week and conveyed the owner of one such bottom to the nearby reserve to enjoy an invigorating spanking draped over my lap, bottom bared to the warm afternoon sun (and a couple in a parked car nearby). Despite the unexpected audience it was a beautiful day.

I love outdoor fun. Hopefully my spankee did too, as the event was totally sprung upon him without warning.

Just a note on the members area, I am in the process of changing the format so it is not presently accessible apart from stories available for first time members. I shall let you know when it is ready in the new format but in the meantime if anyone has any questions regarding membership, please email me and I'll be happy to respond.

I have limited spots available for chastiity enrolments so if your feeling in need of a little controlled abstinence in order to get those nasty little habits under control, you may present yourself forthwith and lets see if we can't have a little fun... CLICK HERE to say ta ta to that selfish male sport....

Ciao!

Caning fun...

2010-04-01T00:07:00.001-07:00

Greetings, and what a fabulous time to be alive! I love Sydney at this time of year, perfect weather, mild nights, warm sunny days, lots of bottoms to cane...

And I must say I have had plenty of opportunities to perfect my caning skills of late, particularly full force canings. Yesterday I enjoyed thrashing one of my favourite adult schoolboys, beginning the first set of 6 with my fearsome dragon cane.

He thought I was joking when I picked it up and sized up his bottom.

Unfortunately I wasn't...

WHOOSH!

That ended his idea of me brandishing empty threats... *teehee*

Despite his trepidation when it came time to 'step up and prepare to greet Madame Cane', as usual it was a fun relaxed session, and a wonderful way to wile away an autumn afternoon. We always have an opportunity to enjoy a leisurely chat before and after the session which I do appreciate greatly.

I was thinking about that after he left and the fact that I felt like I'd just had a friend over to visit. I like that feeling, and the fact that I do get the opportunity in most cases to build rapport and develop friendships with people who come to see me. Its a hell of a rewarding profession in more ways than one.

I have to say that one important aspect of providing domestic discipline in a genuine home environment is that it allows me to provide a more relaxed and unhurried experience which I find so much more fulfilling. It gives me the opportunity to provide a more personalised service and one that is probably closer to the ideals of clients who prefer to receive domestic discipline in a genuine domestic environment. And I much prefer to conduct a session when I am not governed by the restrictions of time. As anyone who comes to see me knows, I'm certainly not a clockwatcher, in fact I don't even own a watch and have never worn one in my life for more than 20 minutes at a stretch!

(Actually, that 20 minutes was the longest I've ever been able to wear one before it stopped working! For some mysterious reason watches either won't work once on my wrist, stop working shortly after, break or fall off. Anyone got any ideas about that? Oddly enough, I'm normally very punctual despite not wearing a watch....)

Anyway, back to unhurried domestic discipline. For those who haven't come to see me before and contemplating a visit, even though my website may give the impression that I am severe and uncompromising when it comes to delivering discipline, don't be put off, I'm very much a fan of good old fashioned, leisurely discipline administered in a relaxed, private home environment.

Speaking of home environments, I'll be in Sydney over Easter for the first time in 10 years or so. Not heading north this year, so am available for appointments - except for Easter Sunday. If you'd like to make an appointment please feel free to contact me and lets see what we can arrange.

Ciao!

Easter availability and Chastity Program re-open

2010-03-29T00:22:00.001-07:00

Greetings!

I have just returned from a wonderful much needed retreat and feeling rejuvenated and in fine fettle. Caning arm is at the ready! Who's game? ;-)

Seriously now, I will be around for Easter so available for appointments all over the Easter break except for Easter Sunday. I will not be taking appointments on that day. Please remember to give me plenty of notice for appointments though if you are planning a visit over Easter.

Just a quick note on the Chastity program, for awhile now I have suspended it in order to allow me time to work on another project, and now that I have completed that project I am in a position to re-open the Chastity Program and once again able to assist the wayward male in his endeavour to control his carnal rage. So, for those who have emailed me recently regarding the Re-opening, I am again taking males on their journey into Chastity, for either 7, 14 or 28 days. Just think how relieved you'll be when you no longer have to concern yourself with such a trivial thing as your habitual wanking...

Here's the link www.mrsbirch.net/chastity.html

You can join just in time for Easter! Won't that be fun? So get those CB -2000's out and polished, its time they took up their rightful positions...Speaking of which - Sissy Karen has been enjoying some practise with her new CB chastity device and is now up to her 89th day of wearing her chastity device. She is set to write about her experience soon I believe so will post the link to her blog when she lets me know her first post is available to read. There you are see? Nothing to cringe about, Sissy Karen loves wearing her chastity device as you'll soon read about.

So, that's it for now,

ciao!

Just coming up for air...

2010-01-13T18:12:00.000-08:00

Greetings everyone

Happy New Year to everyone! Just in case you wondered....

no, I haven't forgotten to update my journal, I've been keeping busy thrashing lots of naughty boys since Christmas and fortunately (or unfortunately for some) my swinging arm does not suffer in the slightest! On the contrary, in fact! I think the constant action is a bit like exercise!

On another note, I came across something interesting the other day that I thought I would share with you. This is an article (a little dated maybe, but still interesting) which I shall provide a link at the end of the article so you can check out the rest of the article for yourself.

The Pleasure of Pain

Find out why one in 10 of us is into S&M.

By Marianne Apostolides, published on September 01, 1999 - last reviewed on August 30, 2004

Bind my ankles with your white cotton rope so I cannot walk. Bind my wrists so I cannot push you away. Place me on the bed and wrap your rope tighter around my skin so it grips my flesh. Now I know that struggle is useless, that I must lie here and submit to your mouth and tongue and teeth, your hands and words and whims. I exist only as your object. Exposed.

Of every 10 people who reads these words, one or more has experimented with sadomasochism (S & M), which is most popular among educated, middle- and upper-middle-class men and women, according to psychologists and ethnographers who have studied the phenomenon. Charles Moser, Ph.D., M.D., of the Institute for Advanced Study of Human Sexuality in San Francisco, has researched S & M to learn the motivation behind it to understand why in the world people would ask to be bound, whipped and flogged. The reasons are as surprising as they are varied.

For James, the desire became apparent when he was a child playing war games--he always hoped to be captured. "I was frightened that I was sick," he says. But now, he adds, as a well-seasoned player on the scene, "I thank the leather gods I found this community."

At first the scene found him. When he was at a party in college, a professor chose him. She brought him home and tied him up, told him how bad he was for having these desires, even as she fulfilled them. For the first time he felt what he had only imagined, what he had read about in every S & M book he could find.

James, a father and manager, has a Type A personality--in-control, hard-working, intelligent, demanding. His intensity is evident on his face, in his posture, in his voice. But when he plays, his eyes drift and a peaceful energy flows through him as though he had injected heroin. With each addition of pain or restraint, he stiffens slightly, then falls into a deeper calm, a deeper peace, waiting to obey his mistress. "Some people have to be tied up to be free," he says.

As James' experience illustrates, sadomasochism involves a highly unbalanced power relationship established through role-playing, bondage, and/or the infliction of pain. The essential component is not the pain or bondage itself, but rather the knowledge that one person has complete control over the other, deciding what that person will hear, do, taste, touch, smell and feel. We hear about men pretending to be little girls, women being bound in a leather corset, people screaming in pain with each strike of a flogger or drip of hot wax. We hear about it because it is happening in bedrooms and dungeons across the country.

For over a century, people who engaged in bondage, beatings and humiliation for sexual pleasure were considered mentally ill. But in the 1980s, the American Psychiatric Association removed S & M as a category in its Diagnostic and Statistical Manual of Mental Disorders. This decision--like the decision to remove homosexualityas a category in 1973--was a big step toward the societal acceptance of people whose sexual desires aren't traditional, or vanilla, as it's called in S & M circles.

What's new is that such desires are increasingly being considered normal, even healthy, as experts begin to recognize their potential psychological value. S & M, they are beginning to understand, offers a release of sexual and emotional energy that some people cannot get from traditional sex. "The satisfaction gained from S & M is something far more than sex," explains Roy Baumeister, Ph.D., a social psychologist at Case Western Reserve University. "It can be a total emotional release."

Although people report that they have better-than-usual sex immediately after a scene, the goal of S & M itself is not intercourse: "A good scene doesn't end in orgasm, it ends in catharsis."

S & M: No Longer A Pathology

"If children at [an] early age witness sexual intercourse between adults... they inevitably regard the sexual act as a sort of ill-treatment or act of subjugation: they view it, that is, in a sadistic sense."

--Sigmund Freud, 1905

Freud was one of the first to discuss S & M on a psychological level. During the 20 years he explored the topic, his theories crossed each other to create a maze of contradictions. But he maintained one constant: S & M was pathological.

People become masochistic, Freud said, as a way of regulating their desire to sexually dominate others. The desire to submit, on the other hand, he said, arises from guilt feelings over the desire to dominate. He also argued that the desire for S & M can arise on its own when a man wants to assume the passive female role, with bondage and beating signifying being "castrated or copulated with, or giving birth."

The view that S & M is pathological has been dismissed by the psychological community. Sexual sadism is a real problem, but it is a different phenomenon from S & M. Luc Granger, Ph.D., head of the department of psychology at the University of Montreal, created an intensive treatment program for sexual aggressors in La Macaza Prison in Quebec; he has also conducted research on the S & M community. "They are very separate populations," he says. While S & M is the regulated exchange of power among consensual participants, sexual sadism is the derivation of pleasure from either inflicting pain or completely controlling an unwilling person.

Read the rest of the article here

Does that resonate?

Ciao!

Merry Christmas Everyone!

2009-12-21T06:33:00.000-08:00

Greetings everyone

With Christmas just days away it's hard to believe another year is coming to a close isn't it! Actually, it doesn't feel so long ago that we celebrated Christmas 08! Good heavens the year has flown.

I'm having a little break over Christmas and will be spending time with my family so really looking forward to that. I'll be off from Christmas Eve through to and including 27th of December, back spanking on the 28th. I do have appointments throughout that last week of December so if you would like to make an appointment to see me, feel free to call, I will be around.

Anyway, I'd like to take this opportunity to wish everyone a very Merry Christmas and I'd also like to thank all my wonderful clients who continue to be my inspiration. I have enjoyed meeting many new clients over the past 12 months and of course had lots of fabulous fun sessions with my devoted regulars, so looking forward to seeing everyone in the new year!

I'd also like to thank all you wonderful people who continue to contribute so generously each month your amazing stories for the enjoyment of all our members. Your stories have kept us entertained each month and we appreciate you and the joy you bring us.

So Happy Christmas everyone, wishing you all a wonderful and happy holiday season stay safe and have fun!

Ciao!

Christmas Availability

2009-12-16T16:14:00.000-08:00

Greetings

I have to say that it sure is good to have swimming weather AND a clear pool AT LAST!

My goodness. The latest green pool saga involved the electrical wiring to the pool filter giving up the ghost right at the start of our hot weather, which of course meant having to shut down the pool while we waited for an electrician to come out and attend to the problem. (Apparently the fool who originally installed the electrical wiring did so by burying the exposed wiring underground - MINUS protective conduit...methinks that kind of person needs a damn good strapping for his stupidity)

In the meantime the pool went from sparkling clean to dark green in a matter of a week. Since then the road to recovery for the pool water has been an arduous one. Several recent visitors asked questions like "is that actually a pool Mistress or just a pond?", another asked "do you have aquaculture Mistress?".

"No - a bloody big pain in the arse actually!"

But happily I can say that the water is sparkling clear again, and swimmable for summer.

So, everyone ready for Christmas? Time to toast botties by the Christmas tree again...another year coming to a close, and hasn't it been an interesting one.

Anyone notice how loud the cicadas are this year? Makes phone discipline sessions a bit of a challenge! But at least the noise they makes drowns out the sound of a thrashing in the bush! Speaking of which...

My availability over Christmas is as follows:

Monday 21st - available for sessions
Tuesday 22nd - available for sessions
Wednesday 23rd - available for sessions
Thursday 24th - Sunday 27th - NOT available - (I probably wont have access to my emails whilst away)

Given the time of year, please give me plenty of notice for sessions over the next week and for appointments between Christmas and New Year.

In case anyone has wondered, I've given myself a break from tweeting and Facebook lately purely because I need a break from spending excess time in front of the computer. It does get a little overwhelming at times and quite frankly I get a little concerned about the exposure to EMFs.

Now I must fly, I have to get ready to scorch a bottie. Speaking of which, I had a lovely caning session yesterday with a gentleman who visited me for the first time. In fact it was his first visit to a Disciplinarian!

Here's a picture of his first 6 strokes. I was impressed, he took his caning extremely well! It was all pure caning by the way - I love it! Mind you, his bottie didn't look like this after we'd finished another 36 strokes ;-)

Ciao!

My Perfect Little Princess

2009-12-14T00:03:00.001-08:00

Greetings
I thought I'd share with you a most enjoyable Saturday afternoon I spent with a lovely young lady called Cindy. I must say that she behaved like a perfect little princess while she visited and even earned herself a nice little reward before she left. In fact Cindy was such a good little girl that she was allowed to wear the special pink chiffon petticoat as a treat for her perfect behaviour!

Now as it was her first visit, unfortunately Cindy had lots of smacks, not that she was terribly naughty, but just to make sure that she didn't forget to behave like a perfect little princess. She spent lots of time learning to walk properly with a book balancing on her head and we had curtsy practise of course, and then she learned how to skip, and play ring a ring a rosy and then sadly it was time to go home.

Here's a picture of Cindy looking as pretty as a picture in her favourite pink and white satin party dress, with her pink and white party shoes and frilly lacy topped ankle socks. Underneath her heavenly frock she has a very tightly laced corset and two frilly petticoats, as well as a pair of pink satin and white lace ruffled rumba panties on.

Next time Cindy visits she is going to wear her white satin dress with the red bows all over it and we will be making fairy bread and chocolate crackles, then sitting down to enjoy an afternoon tea party with all her dollies. After the tea party Cindy will be busy showing me how well she can stay inside the lines when she colours in with her colouring in books and pencils. And if she is a really good little girl I may even read her some tales from Enid Blyton's Adventures of the Faraway Tree while she colours in. And then we may go pick some flowers and make daisy chains for her pretty long long hair.

Hopefully we won't have as many smacks as this visit, because Cindy went home with a really red bottom, which must have reminded her all week that she must always behave like a perfect little princess!

After all, everyone loves a perfect little princess!

Ciao!

Fetlife's Sit on Santa's Lap Competition

2009-12-07T15:54:00.000-08:00

Greetings,
I thought I might pass this along, Fetlife are running a competition 'Sit on Santa's Lap with some great prizes. Nothing to do but pick first, second and third prize preference and press Naughty or Nice!

Easy!

Here's the link Sit on Santa's Lap Competition

Good Luck!!

Members area updated for December

2009-12-01T01:15:00.000-08:00

Greetings everyone,

I just thought I'd let everyone know that I have finished updating the Member's Literary area with another batch of wonderful tales of corporal punishment and discipline. I honestly can't pick a favourite this time, but I will say that I am glad I am not a young man growing up in the 60's, particularly with the likes of Sister Bernice, and Mrs and Mrs Kermath from The Homecoming! Bloody Hell...

Click here for Members Area

Oops, almost forgot, Part 4 of A Blissful Marriage will be a few days late so hopefully we'll have it by the end of the week. I'm sure reader's won't mind ;-)

Everyone ready for Christmas?

Can I just give a gentle reminder to give me a few days notice for an appointment especially coming up to Christmas. I have had to disappoint a few visitors over the past few days wanting same day appointments, but unfortunately my days are already organised in advance so couldn't take the appointments. Speaking of Christmas, if you would like an appointment over the Christmas period, please call me on 0416 431 986 or email me for my availability.

Now, I know all you naughty boys and girls out there need a thorough spanking before Santa comes, and would like to have a clear conscience before you write your Santa wish list so make sure you call me in plenty of time to make your appointment, otherwise I shall have to smack hard when I do finally get you over my knee!

Ciao for now!

Phone Sessions on TalkSugar

2009-11-19T15:58:00.001-08:00

Greetings
How's everyone enjoying the hot weather? As usual, my pool has turned green as soon as the weather was hot enough to enjoy a swim! Grr... This time it was due to faulty electrical wiring that put the filter out of action long enough for the pool to turn to swamp!

Ah well, we'll just have to spank bottoms inside in the cool house instead while waiting for the pool to clear! At least my airconditioning works efficiently!

I've just discovered TalkSugar, which is similar to Niteflirt (who are not presently connecting international callers to OZ) so thought I might take advantage and connect for those who find direct calling easier to use than Skype.

This is really easy to use if you prefer to use this system to call for a Phone Discipline Session. Here's my call button, it shows 'Call Me Now' when I am accepting calls, or 'Unavailable' when I'm not. If I am unavailable you can also send me a message to find out when I'll next be online so you can call at that time.

TalkSugar connects the call end-to-end in a double-blind fashion. Your telephone number is NEVER revealed, thereby ensuring your security and privacy. Click here and read how it works before you dial. TalkSugar

So, here's to cyber spanking!

Ciao!

Unleash the Inner Sissy!

2009-11-17T18:56:00.000-08:00

"What on earth are you wearing? Are they my panties? And are they my stockings and suspender belt you have on? Just what exactly do you think you are doing, dressing in my underwear? Are you some kind of sissy?

What?

Well then, perhaps we should see what your friends think about you being a sissy!

What's that? You don't want them to know?

Well, that's too bad isn't it. But then again, that means you'll be willing to do what ever it takes for me not to tell them you're really a sissy then, doesn't it?

Yes, I thought that might be the case...

So, this changes things slightly doesn't it? I think it's time we had some fun, don't you?

And since you like dressing in my underwear, why stop there? I think perhaps I should give you the full transformation and dress you completely like a sissy, then you can entertain me and make me laugh by showing me how nicely you can prance and primp...

...or I may force you to dress in little girl's clothes, like frilly, lacy party frocks with frothy hot pink chiffon petticoats like the one in the picture, and little girl panties underneath, and on your feet you'll wear lace topped ankle socks with Mary Janes, and then I'll make you behave like a little girl and give you dollies to play with and make you play little girl games like skipping and ring-a-rosy. And you'll have to lisp and mince and curtsy for me. What's the matter? Does that make you squirm?

And as my little sissy girl you should expect to become fully familiar with having your bare bottom spanked, as well as receiving the strap or hairbrush and whatever else I feel like using on your naughty bottom...

Perhaps I may dress you as a French Maid and train you to serve me and make you practise your curtsey over and over until its perfect, or put you to work doing hours and hours of housework while I sit and relax with a drink and a good book...

Now, I think we need a new name for you my sissified sissy, that old male name just doesn't seem to fit anymore now does it? Hmmm...let me see, Sissy Petunia? Sissy Primrose?

And you won't be needing your male underwear anymore now will you? Those ugly old male underpants will certainly have to go. From now on, it'll be feminine frillies at all times under your male clothes when you leave the house. Understood?

Oh yes, things are going to change around here..."

Sound like fun? It was, and loads of it! That was a snippet from a recent forced feminisation session I recently conducted, but I won't tell you the rest, I'll leave something to the imagination... ;-)

I love forced feminisation and I particularly love sissy roleplay sessions such as I have just described. Over the years I have had the absolute pleasure of transforming many 'reluctant' males into graceful - ahem, not so graceful ballerinas, blossoming belles, demure debutantes and many other feminine roles.

And I look forward to treating you to a little forced feminisation as well. Give me a call, and let's unleash your inner sissy!

Ciao!

Spanking Good Fun!

2009-11-09T20:32:00.001-08:00

You may be forgiven for thinking I had dropped off the perch lately...

On the contrary, I am still here as large as life, still spanking botties.....

In fact, I just thought I'd share some thoughts on spanking.

This morning I enjoyed a lovely spanking session, the thought of which has stayed with me since. It started with the young man over my knee fully clothed which I enjoy on occasions as it allows for a lovely natural buildup for what is to come. There was no roleplay, just a spanking as the need arose. When he arrived, I simply opened the door and held out my hand for him to take. I led the young man to the spanking chair in the middle of the loungeroom and continued to hold his hand while I sat, gently guiding him over my lap as expected. In the background soft, gentle music played adding a little warmth to the experience.

Once he was positioned, I held him firmly around the waist with my left hand drawing him close, and began spanking his bottom lightly and rhythmically, occasionally running my hand all over his firm bottom and upper thighs, allowing him to enjoy the sensation of my hand. I like to assess the body language of my spankee all the while throughout the spanking, and these early moments give me invaluable feedback which I will use to guide me throughout the rest of the spanking.

After several minutes, I instructed him to stand and remove his trousers, allowing them to fall to his ankles, an image which I find particularly endearing. The psychological effect of this is precisely what I intend.

After guiding the young man to resume his position over my lap, I then continued the spanking, only this time with slightly more force while increasing the tempo of my spanking. I like to vary the techniques I use so as to allow the connection between me and my spankee to remain intact, all the while adjusting in order to extract the feedback I am seeking.

I am not going to give away too many secrets to my spanking here but suffice to say I employed a few techniques to ensure my spankee remained engaged fully throughout the spanking.

Several more minutes passed into the spanking and now I could see the rosy glow creeping beyond the line of his underpants, signalling a time they came down too. Just a quiet instruction for the young man to stand and remove trousers and underpants, a moment for the bloodflow to return to normal, then back over my lap he went.

I looked down and instinctively, my hand caressed those perfectly round globes. By now a beautiful rosy glow had developed, and his skin was quite warm to the touch. Hmmm... time to increase the severity... Now the punishment proper begins.

There are no words spoken while the spanking is in progress, there are none needed. We are connecting on a different level, and all it takes is a quiet command, or a touch as light as a feather to cause my spankee to obediently do as he is bid. I love that.

The spanking continued for some 45 to 50 minutes or so I guess, and reached quite a crescendo with his bottom ending up the colour of a flaming sunset . It was simply over when it was over.

Having someone nestled into my lap while I deliver a lengthy disciplinary spanking can be a wonderful bonding experience, particularly if the spanking results in tears shed from my spankee through the release of his emotions as it did today.

One should never underestimate the power of such an experience for both 'spankee' or 'spanker' at such times. It is very moving!

Ciao!

Only a mother would say something like that!

2009-10-22T16:52:00.001-07:00

I had to laugh at my mother the other day, I was having a phone conversation with her and she asked me what I was up to. I let know that I had just finished thrashing a naughty boy and was now about to head home.

Her response to that was "Oh, the poor thing - I'll bet you feel like kissing their bottoms once you've spanked them."

I said, "No Mummy, just thrashing them.."

I thought that was cute. She is 76.

Ciao!

Double Discipline Sessions

2009-10-20T17:09:00.001-07:00

Greetings
I just thought there'd be a few naughty boys out there who'd be interested to know that the very wicked and talented Mistress Ruben and I are available for double Discipline sessions....

Imagine a double dose of Discipline!

We know exactly what naughty boys need, and we promise we'll leave you feeling thoroughly thrashed, suitably chastened, and naturally humiliated. Imagine the spanking you'll receive. Oh boy will we have some fun with your bottie! ;-) You'll be fully naked of course, we'll be fully dressed - naturally, and you'll be at our mercy! ~joy~

Now, sessions don't have to be all about discipline. We also love to sissify and petticoat naughty males. We can dress you up and take you on a shopping spree, or a visit the nail bar to have our nails done...you can take us to lunch, or we can simply dress you up and stay home and thrash your bottie.

If you'd like to see both Mistress Ruben and I in session we require at least 3 - 4 days notice for an appointment. Double sessions will be available on Mondays and Saturdays for the time being, but that may change over time. Please feel free to call me on 0416 431 896 to find out more about double sessions with Mistress Ruben and I, or send me an email mrsbirch@mrsbirch.net with your query.

Ciao!

Contact Form now working

2009-10-18T15:58:00.000-07:00

Greetings,
I have just realised that the contact form on my website has stopped working, when I do not know, so if anyone has used that form to send me an email and received no reply, I am very sorry, it's because I didn't receive your email.

It is fixed now and sending emails again so please feel free to use it. If however I don't reply within 48 hours just email me on my regular email address, just in case.

On another note, I was walking through the bush the other day and came across this little fellow, he actually stopped and allowed me to stroke his quills. For non Aussies, it's an echidna, a bit like a hedgehog. Those quills are its defense and when they feel threatened they burrow or roll themselves into a ball and raise those quills (spines) I felt very privileged to see he did neither!

Ciao!

Ode to Sister Patrice

2009-10-15T20:34:00.000-07:00

Sister Patrice has become a familiar part of many naughty boy's and girl's lives over the years, so much so, that Sissy Karen has felt compelled to dedicate the following Ode to Her existence.

The Ode to Sister Patrice

I stand before thee, full of sorrow

The punishment that is to follow

Will teach me much about remorse

And help me change my wayward course

No finer prayer bench can there be

You were carved so beautifully

Some have knelt for hours in pain

Admiring your splendid grain

Your wood is strong, dark and firm

I await the command that is my turn

To step up with my knickers down

And cast my eyes into the ground

I step onto you Sister Patrice

I feel the cane tap in the crease

My nerves are tight my mouth is dry

This is going to make me cry

My hand grips tight, I can’t let go

The cane it whistles and then I know

That I have sinned and I must pay

And feel the sting that comes today

In the convent you heard rosaries

And felt the nuns on bended knees

Now you lead those who stand there

in a slightly different prayer

To be a better boy or maid

To work hard next time to make the grade

They give thanksgiving just like in church

But here its for the great Mrs Birch

yours respectfully

sissy karen

Full Force canings are the flavour of the month it seems...

2009-10-13T16:19:00.001-07:00

Looks like spring weather has brought out two of my most favourite kinds of sessions lately, happily. ;-)

Naughty adult schoolboy sessions and fullforce canings! Love 'em! (Though not generally in the same session of course!) In fact, I'm going to be delivering a full force caning in the bush nearby later this morning. That is really a lot of fun. For anyone into being caned outdoors, this is perfect weather for doing so, and I have the perfect location for delivering such a caning and am happy to accommodate outdoor caning appointments. You'll need to be prepared to walk for 10-15 minutes to and from the location but once we are there, and you are tied to the tree, and I have the cane in my hand, you'll forget all about the walk...

Actually, come to think of it, it could be a crop, or a whip, or maybe a sjambok....you choose...

I'll wear my Drizabone and Akubra hat, jeans, shirt and boots, you'll be - well, naked of course....

Getting onto naughty schoolboys, there have been quite a few naughty newcomers who have had the pleasure of being introduced to Sister Patrice over the past few weeks, and sent home with very well thrashed botties, I might add... They have all been fun sessions, ranging from lengthy, humiliating over the knee spankings, to one brave soul being subjected to a month long written Detention Assignment that was to be completed and handed in on the day he was to present himself to Headmistress. 500 lines he was set, and I can assure you, it was lucky for that young man that the assignment was completed perfectly and on time. He just managed to escape the cane, but the others weren't so lucky.

One young man was sent on his 2 week 'school holiday' with a well thrashed bottie, after receiving 2 dozen full bodied strokes of the cane as he balanced on tiptoes for every stroke. Hmmm...

So if you are a naughty adult schoolboy and in the mood for a vigorous spring thrashing, please feel free to call me for an appointment, Sister Patrice and I await your presence! In fact, the naughtier you are, the better.

Who is Sister Patrice? She's my trusty prayer bench of course, and there's been many a naughty boy whose been invited to bend over and start praying while his trousers are crumpled around his ankles and his bottom bared ready for 6 of the best!

Speaking of which, I must fly, the bush awaits...

Ciao!

Your never too old for Lego apparently...

2009-10-12T19:41:00.000-07:00

Phone Sessions on Skype

2009-10-03T21:11:00.000-07:00

Greetings
I mentioned a little while back that I was trialling Skype for phone sessions and I am now happy to offer Skype as an alternative to using the phone for anyone wishing to arrange a Phone Session with me. It appears that International calls are clearer and more consistent than interstate calls as far as the quality of the line is concerned! Can't explain that I'm afraid...

For anyone considering a Phone Session, I offer two choices. The first of course is the phone discipline session, a perfect alternative if you are not able to make an appointment to see me in person. As an experienced professional, I guarantee to bring to life your favourite spanking fantasy as my voice and my words become my implements of correction.

Alternatively, you may just want to talk to someone who really understands your need to be disciplined or want to chat about spanking and corporal punishment in general. Perhaps you are new to the spanking scene and want to find out more about it and what to expect before you make your first face to face appointment.

Maybe you have several spanking related questions that you'd like to ask and don't know where to find information about it or who to talk to. I can help.

Whatever your level of experience, I welcome you to call me to openly discuss your spanking and corporal punishment related desires and needs in an intelligent, non judgemental atmosphere.

For anyone wishing to arrange a Phone Session simply call me on 0416 431 986 to discuss or send me an email mrsbirch@mrsbirch.net briefly outlining details of your call and your preferred times and length of your call.

You can find out more information at my website www.mrsbirch.net

Arranging payment for a Phone Discipline or Chat Session

Payment of fees can be made via direct bank deposit, American Express or Paypal.

When you email or call to arrange a time for your phone session, I will discuss with you methods of payment and provide instructions on how to proceed with secure payment prior to your call. Once you have prepaid your call, I shall provide you with either my Skype address or landline phone number to call at the appointed time, whichever you prefer.

Ciao!

Brady rides again!

2009-09-25T17:51:00.000-07:00

Greetings,
I was filing away what I had thought was the last of the Brady series last night and found one more chapter, so hopefully its not one that is already in the Members area and we can enjoy Brady's ongoing demise for at least another month after this next update! and while on the subject of Brady, for fans of Scotia's stories, (the author of the Brady series) I have a few more fabulous CP stories written by him which I shall add after the Brady series runs out and like the Brady chapters, are sure to enthrall.

PS I have just had a website facelift. www.mrsbirch.net

Ciao!

Sissy Karen receives a caning...

2009-09-19T17:41:00.000-07:00

By the way, I keep forgetting to show you this...

It's Sissy Karen receiving some strokes of the cane from me...click on the link

Sissy Karen being caned.

Email communication

2009-09-19T17:39:00.000-07:00

Greetings

It's another gorgeous Sunday morning here in Sydney and I have just come back from a lovely long bush walk and meditation on my favourite rock overlooking the gorge. The bush was full of smoke this morning so I guess there's some backburning going on in preparation for the fire season. Goodness! Another Christmas nearly here already.

Did I say Sunday? Good heavens, another week flown by...But it's been a really fabulous week so thanks to everyone who presented their botties to me for punishment. You all left me with some magic memories to ponder, so again, thank you. They were a lot of fun.

And I'll bet there's one young man who will NEVER forget the precise value of the word R-E-S-P-E-C-T-F-U-L! Not forgetting the triple emphasis on the letter E eh, Jeffrey?

Now, I would just like to mention that if you email me at anytime and I don't respond immediately, or even within a day or two, don't panic. I am not ignoring you, it simply means that I am probably not in front of my computer and am probably in session, or doing something else away from the computer. It could also mean that I am responding to other emails that have come in prior to yours.

I will respond, as soon as I am able.

However, I must insist that for a first contact, you limit your email to no more than half a dozen lines. Please consider that I receive around 50 or so emails a day and the longer yours is, the more I tend to put off reading it until I have the time to do so. If after you instigate initial contact and I ask for more information, then that is the time to respond more fully.

I do respond to appointment enquiries pretty promptly so please make sure you put in the subject line a heading of that nature and I will attend to your enquiry asap.

I would also like to encourage you to feel free to email me after your session and let me know your thoughts. I love the feedback!

Speaking of emails and communication etc, I try to maintain as much presence and activity on Twitter, LJ , Myspace, Fetlife and other internet boards and forums as possible, but please don't feel let down if I don't live up to expectations! It is not because I am being slack, it is simply because I do not have the physical hours in each day to maintain a high level of activity. And if you don't see me round the boards, on posting on LJ or tweeting on Twitter, its not because I've gone away or gone into early retirement, its probably only because I am busy thrashing botties...

BUT I promise I shall do my best to keep up as much of an appearance as possible!!

Now, onto doing some work...

Enjoy your Sunday!

Ciao!

Away this weekend

2009-09-10T17:06:00.000-07:00

Wow! What a week!

Another busy one has flown by! My goodness where does the time go? I've certainly had a vigorous week spanking, strapping, scolding and caning and its been wonderful to meet so many new people lately as well as catching up with so many old acquaintances!

Just a quick note to say I am not taking sessions this weekend as I am spending time with my family. My phone will be off from Saturday around midday. If you'd like to organise an appointment for Monday please send me a text message on 0416 431 986 or email me before Sunday 5pm on mrsbirch@mrsbirch.net Please leave a contact number and time that I can call you back on to discuss.

I will be available in Sydney for appointments next week. If you are interested in seeing me for an appointment in Brisbane please contact me for an update on appointment details.

Oh, by the way, for connoisseurs of fine canes and straps, I have some new vintage canes on the way, and received a pair of fabulous old Scottish straps as a gift from a dear friend. My God they are frightful! Both marked XH and guaranteed to burn the bum! One of the school canes is apparently 'an old belter'! God I love that description! Doesn't that conjure up a frightful image of standing outside headmaster's office..SWOOSH! I can hear it now...

Can't wait til it arrives...

Ciao!

Same day appointments

2009-08-18T21:15:00.000-07:00

Greetings,
I have had a few people calling lately to enquire about a same day appointment, and as much as I know that the urge to receive a sound spanking or some serious stress relief via a challenging disciplinary session can be a spur of the moment thing, regrettably I am not usually in a position to accommodate same day appointments.

Normally I require at least a day or two's notice simply because I have my day planned in advance and my appointments already booked for that day. I don't like to disappoint you by saying no, and I don't like to operate in a rush, so please keep that in mind when you call for an appointment. I like being fully prepared for your appointment, and when I am prepared, I am relaxed. Most times I am able to accommodate your appointment during the following day, and I am sure the wait will be well worth it!

While on the subject of appointments I would like to mention to anyone who has not visited me previously and is considering a visit, as a genuine Disciplinarian with over 16 years professional experience, I specialise in conducting sessions that revolve around themes of Corporal Punishment and traditional Domestic Discipline, usually incorporating a roleplay to provide the structure for the session. More commonly the roles I take on during a session are that of the strict Headmistress, the Governess, dour Auntie, Mother or other similar female Authoritarian roles. I am fully at ease with most roles so please feel free to discuss your ideas with me when you call to discuss an appointment, I am highly approachable.

I am not a Mistress, so therefore don't normally cross over into the realm of the Mistress by providing sessions more typically provided by a Mistress. I specialise in providing domestic discipline, petticoat discipline, scholastic style punishments (which is really what I am renowned for), and judicial punishments. But my absolute specialty and area of expertise is without a doubt - caning, particularly severe, ultra severe caning sessions, full force canings and judicial canings.

Other areas I specialise in are over the knee spankings and strappings. I am well known for my ability to deliver a sound spanking and am quite capable of delivering a thoroughly horrid blistering using only my hand! I am also an expert at scolding and lecturing - having been taught by some of the best role models during my formative years! I have a wide range of straps, both 2 and 3 tailed tawses (including genuine Lochgellies), razor strops, all of which I put to good use, and am very partial to applying any one of my antique wooden hairbrushes to an upturned rosy bottom. I have a good range of paddles, both leather and wooden, and various other disciplinary items that I have collected over the years. Naturally, I have a reasonable collection of both straight and crook handled Junior, Senior and Disciplinary canes along with a collection of Victorian and Judicial canes.

Mostly my sessions are quite traditional but some include very unique qualities. I often like to incorporate my own blend of creativity and innovations, and I guess I should be flattered when I see others using some of my ideas in their own sessions. ;-)

I dress in conventional attire such as business suits, or skirt and blouse, stockings and heels. I never present for a session in fetish wear such as rubber, corsets, thigh highs or leather, except of course, leather shoes.

I generally conduct my domestic discipline style appointments in a genuine private, domestic environment which I feel is far more conducive to that style of session and far less confronting than a dungeon setting for most clients.

When you arrive for your appointment I allow time for a liesurely chat before we begin so we can discuss necessary details of your session. I find this allays most fears and affords time to go over any finer points before the session. This pre session chat is particularly important if this is your first visit to me.

Once the session is over, most like to relax and spend a few moments reflecting, gathering their thoughts and revelling in the warm afterglow of the session before they leave and head back out into the real world.

It is of the utmost importance to me that I provide you with the ultimate disciplinary experience, and one that will stand out in your memory for many years to come, so definitely worth a little extra planning, don't you think?

Mrs Birch

I'm looking for authors of CP literature

2009-08-12T23:04:00.000-07:00

I am on the hunt for more generous authors who are willing to submit their own stories featuring tales of domestic discipline and corporal punishment for inclusion in the Member's Literary area of my website. The stories can be about scholastic punishments, or petticoat discipline of the hapless male, domestic discipline or stories involving traditional styles of corporal punishment. No disrespect to my illustrious colleagues, but no dungeon stories please.

Ideally the stories or parts, if submitted in parts, should be between 4,000 to 10,000 words. Although that is not a strict rule as we have many shorter stories that are so well written and compelling that the length is irrelevant. Equally we have a few stories longer than 10,000 words.

I prefer no explicit sex scenes in the stories although don't mind implied, and characters depicted in the stories should be over the age of consent. I will consider stories involving youths being punished.

If you would like to submit a story for consideration, please send it to me via email at mrsbirch@mrsbirch.net and attach as a word document. If I feel your story is suitable and I decide to include it in the Members Area, I will happily extend to you complimentary access to the Member's Area in return for your generosity.

On that note, if any contributing authors who have been given access previously to the Member's Area find their access expired, please contact me and I shall organise to have it reinstated immediately.

We have been very fortunate to have been kept entertained for close to a year now with brilliant stories offered by a selection of very generous authors. A heartfelt thank you to all who have contributed to both the Literature section and the Chronicles. Your stories and contributions are amazing and I am sure our readers will agree. And a thank you to all our loyal readers who tune in each month to enjoy the latest stories and offerings.

Keep those amazing stories coming!

Ciao!

August update completed!

2009-08-01T01:49:00.001-07:00

Not wishing to sound like a martyr but I have just spent the most magnificent, glorious winter's day in Sydney, shackled to my computer so that I could complete the August update for my Members Literary Area so I DO hope you all enjoy immensely this months literary offerings!

Actually, I have to say, I was enthralled reading Part 3 of Approved as I prepared it for the update, it really captures the essence of corporal punishment. The same author has given us Summerhouse Canings, and Caned in front of the Girls, both excellent stories so that should give you an idea of the flavour of Approved. What I wouldn't give to have been a teacher back in the 60's!

I have also included a rather amusing account of a chalkdust memory from Nicky, which involves a School Day held by Mistress Rose. It sounds like Mistress Rose had her hands full on the day, hmmm....Nicky?

Sounds like a fun day!.

So, at this point, I have completed the update, but have not yet checked all links working or if any gremlins are loitering so if you find any, dont panic, I'll get to them, or feel free to let me know.

Enjoy!

Ciao!

I like Harry Potter, but not as target practise!

2009-07-30T16:16:00.001-07:00

I really must buy some new flesh coloured bandaids.

One of my regular weekly visitors who attends for a thrashing had developed a little pimple on his bum the other day, which promptly started to bleed a little after a dozen or so strokes of the cane. Unfortunately there was no way of avoiding it, as it sat right smack bang in the middle of the right bum cheek of said thrashee...

I tried hard to avoid it for as long as I could, but in the end the lily white sliver of untouched flesh stood out like the proverbials until it got the best of me and I finally thrashed it, which of course knocked the head off the pimple, causing it to bleed a little.

Not wanting to make an unnecessary mess of my canes (and ok, or his arse), I went to the bathroom to find a spot bandaid to cover the pimple so I could continue thrashing. But all I could find in the bathroom cupboard was a box of some old Harry Potter design Bandaids which I'm sure must have been as old as Harry Potter's first book!

Hmm...well, I'm afraid there was nothing for it, they'd have to do.

I plastered his bum with Harry and quite frankly I was surprised it still had the capacity to adhere to flesh! It did, but I have to say, there was something quite off putting about thrashing that bottom while it sported that dark purple Harry Potter Bandaid stuck smack bang dead centre of his right cheek! From that point on, the rotten thing was all I could focus on!

Oh dear...

Ciao!

To mark, or not to mark...that is the question...

2009-07-19T18:58:00.001-07:00

From time to time (and thankfully not often) I am asked by a prospective spankee to provide him with a reasonable discipline session without leaving marks.

Not a problem!

Well, not entirely so...let's ask a few questions first before we proceed. Like, how often do you have discipline? And what implements are going to be used? To what level? Do you mark easily? Have you got soft skin? On blood thinners or heart medication? Bruise easily? How about healing? How easily do you heal normally? Do you exercise or are you overweight to buggery? Will this be a bare bottomed discipline or fully over clothes? Is there going to be a warm up? etc etc etc and so the list of questions to consider continues...

There are many factors that need to be taken into consideration before I will agree to undertake a discipline session that is not going to leave marks. No two bottoms will yield the same results. For instance, if you are in good health, mid 30's, reasonably fit, have regular discipline, desire a warm up before some medium strokes of the cane and heal quickly, the chances of you marking are going to be a lot less than someone in their 60's as thin as a stick, on blood thinners who has discipline once in a blue moon and wants 2 dozen strokes of the cane on a cold bottom!

There have been times over the years that I have been asked to provide a session that leaves no marks, and I have been able to achieve that but to be fair, I am not a Magician and I cannot possibly control what happens to your body when it is experiencing discipline. I therefore make no guarantee that it will be the case everytime. If you come to see a Disciplinarian for a discipline session, then you need to be prepared to risk marks.

UNLESS...

you are simply in the mood to experience the cerebral aspect of a session - the roleplay and fantasy and don't mind sacrificing the sensation of a real punishment, and are willing to allow me to use different methods of punishment in lieu of the corporal punishment.

However, in my experience, it is usual that this is not the case. The recipient has very much wanted to experience real discipline and to leave feeling fully chastised, just without the marks!

This provides a little dilemma. In many cases with the correct combination of factors this can be achieved, but there are also many instances where one desire/need is going to have to be sacrificed for the other.

Lets be frank. The likelihood of marks being left after a caning or tawsing is pretty high. Most people who are into being caned or tawsed, want to feel like they have been caned or tawsed. And if they are bent over in front of me, they will be left in no doubt that they have been fully caned or tawsed.

So, what do I say to someone who comes to me and asks, "can you please cane me without leaving marks? " I have to ask, "Which do you prefer? Leaving feeling fully satisfied and sporting the marks and memory? or leaving disappointed, frustrated but a bottom as unscathed as the day it was born?

Please give this some thought before you make an appointment under those circumstances.

There are ways around this, but why not wait until the coast is clear and you can fully experience the sensation of a well blistered bottom!

Ciao!

Mrs Birch visiting Brisbane in September 09

2009-07-13T00:09:00.000-07:00

Greetings
I am going to be in Brisbane in the early part of September 2009 and will be available for appointments. If you are interested in seeing me for an appointment please contact me via email on mrsbirch@mrsbirch.net

I am certainly looking forward to warming a few Brisbane botties!

Ciao!

Come join me on Twitter!

2009-07-06T17:46:00.000-07:00

I have joined Twitter!

You can find me at http://twitter.com/TheRealMrsBirch

Ciao!

Skype for Phone Discipline sessions

2009-07-05T05:24:00.000-07:00

I have been trialling Skype for International and interstate phone discipline sessions and have found that calls from the US and UK are particularly good quality, with fairly good reception all the way through the calls.

This is brilliant for overseas callers because it will cut down on the actual cost of the call. So if anyone would like to schedule a call using Skype, just email me at mrsbirch@mrsbirch.net and we'll schedule a time.

Interestingly, calls from interstate have been not so good! They are reasonable but not recommended yet.

For those who dont know about Skype, it's VOIP. Here's the link www.skype.com/intl/en/useskype

Ciao!

2009-07-04T20:08:00.000-07:00

just couldn't resist showing you a picture of my new babies...

The Sanibel Beach Cane collection from Canes4Pain.com....
Vicious and not for the faint of heart.

Here's what Whypdancer of Canes4Pain has to say about them...

"This the the beginning of a new series. I've been wanting to do a Sanibel Beach series of Canes since I started in 2000. There are currently three styles, shown in photos here. The first is a dense, 9mm rattan cane covered in sand. The next is covered in small shell fragments. The third version is covered in more coarse, sharp shell fragments. The latter two will break skin easily. You've been warned. (My photo has 2nd and third showing round the wrong way)

All are covered with a clear protective coating that allows for very easy cleanup and holds it all together. There will not be shell fragments littering your playroom, nor will these canes be difficult to clean. The Beach Canes are between 30 and 33 inches long, and are built on 9mm (5/16") linseed oil-soaked rattan."

Now who is going to be brave and come play with me, hmmm???

Ciao!

Members Area updated

2009-02-05T17:32:00.001-08:00

Greetings, just letting everyone know that the Members area was updated on the 1st with some brilliant new stories, including Summerhouse Caning, A Religious Upbringing (hilarious) another wonderful episode from poor old Brady, along with another tense chapter from Total Submission. Anyone interested in bilateral orchidectomy will enjoy this chapter. There's another tormenting chapter from Caned in Front of the girls and from The Vegetable Patch and another misadventure from Sissy Karen. There's a lot of entertaining reading each month so if you enjoy Femdom literature, please check out the stories in the Members area. They are really worth the read.

www.mrsbirch.net/signup.html

Just a note on the Chastity Lottery Game, it's been proving very popular, so I just thought I might warn anyone wanting to sign up for it, that its a game of chance remember, and even though the initial 7 days in Chastity might sound easy, that's the only certainty. Your fate is in the lap of the Gods after that.

... and mine!

A word on the updates for February, I have been trying to find some time to finish editing Obedience School for Cuckolds and to write up some more Black Book punishments, thinking that January would be a quietish time of year, however, simply ran out of time to do so. I'll add them at first chance.

Ciao!

Was that The Blue Danube, or was it The Dance of the Flowers?

2009-01-16T18:42:00.000-08:00

Well its been an amazing week and if I had to choose, I'd be hard pressed to say which was my favourite session. In truth, they were all wonderful, stimulating, highly enjoyable and different in their own way. But I would like to mention one session mid week that really did leave me with a lasting impression.

It started out as a Petticoat Discipline, but ended as something, well, quite unique... by virtue of a restriction placed upon me with regard to being unable to leave evidence of corporal punishment upon the lily white buttocks of the Petticoated One.

It was to be an overnight stay. My charge was 'sent to me' for a dose of ongoing Petticoat Discipline. To date we have covered many areas in my pursuit of sissifying this young male so this time I decided it was time for a little cultural exploration.

Now, I love the ballet, and what better way to introduce the Pettified One to such cultural pursuits than to have him craft his own tutu, fairy wings, wand and tiara? Afterwhich he would don his new garments and dance for me. As a classical ballerina, of course...

Well, that was the plan.

It didn't start well. It didn't end well, I might add...

He arrived late. But I won't belabour what happened about that!

After the tardy arrival was dealt with, I had him discard his day clothes, and change into soft baby pink ballet tights, navy leotard, pink satin ribbon choker and believe it or not, pink satin demi pointes. Oh, did I mention I shaved his head first? Only, this time I left a tuft of hair on the front of his forehead in which to attach a great big satin bow.

Then at 6.30 pm I took him to his work bench laid out with metres of soft pink tulle, ribbons, sewing kit etc, plus the laptop ready to play an 8 minute step by step instructional video on how to make a 4 layer tutu (part one). I warned the Pettified One that he was allowed to watch it once only, and allowed one question so PAY CLOSE ATTENTION! I also added that I felt part one was all he needed to watch, and part two, well, he'd just have to use his own initiative. Nothing too difficult?

I set the mood for Pettified One to work to by having the very beautiful Nutcracker Suite playing in the background while he worked. What better piece to dance to than Tchaikovsky's timeless fairy tale for a budding ballerina?

Now, I will take a moment to mention that including part two of how to make a 4 layer tutu, it took the woman on the video a total of 16 minutes to finish making it fully.

I actually expected to play the CD once through while he worked, allowing perhaps an hour or so for the tutu, then once finished he could dance for me wearing his tutu to another run through of the Nutcracker Suite, then it would be onto the instructional video on how to make a pair of fairy wings...I thought Strauss for that exercise....

However, at 2.00am and several more reruns of the Nutcracker Suite, Pettified One was STILL going on the tutu and NO hope in sight of finishing....however, he did provide me with a most entertaining night punctuated with piruoettes, ballet steps (of sorts) drama, tantrums, and a very unusual idea for subsituting the discipline....

Here's a photo of my budding ballerina in the throes of making the dreaded tutu. What's with the balloons you ask?

Ah, well... for now lets say that the balloon numbers multiplied over the course of the evening. So much so that when I ordered my ballerina to dance for me a little later on, he looked like a Spanish Galleon in full sail as he launched himself into a spectacular performance to the strains of The Blue Danube.

or was that the Dance of the Flowers....?

What became of the fairy wings, wand and tiara? Yes, well...

I intend to write a full account of the night/following morning as a photo essay for my members area including a progressive range of photos of the session. It will explain the balloons....

Did he finish the tutu? Hmmm...

Ciao!

New Home Detention Request form and fee structure

2009-01-08T16:16:00.000-08:00

Greetings

I have just finished my new online Home Detention Request form (formerly online Detention) which can be found via this link. www.mrsbirch.net/index-e-detention.html It replaces the old system of going through Niteflirt, although that facility is still available if anybody prefers to use it.

I also have a new payment processor which means that the Detention fee structure is slightly different from the old. Detention fees are now shown in Australian Dollars rather than in US which is good news for US and overseas Detention pupils!

I have also added a new feature to the Home Detention Requests which allows for the Home Detention student to request amounts of lines to be completed over a 7 day period, in their own free time as an alternative to the existing Detention time frames. 'Lines' can now be given in multiples of 100, (Mild) 500 (Medium) or 1000 (Severe) to be completed within 7 days.

This may suit pupils with limited time, first time Detention students. or those simply in need of having their free time curtailed!

Speaking of Detentions, I must prepare for a naughty pupil who will be arriving any minute to begin his 5 hour supervised Detention.

I wonder how he'll enjoy analysing Wordsworth's, The Prelude...

Ciao!

Canes have arrived!

2008-12-18T00:12:00.000-08:00

Happy to report that one delivery of canes arrived today and according to Sissy Karen, they are VERY STINGY!!! Unfortunately for Sissy Karen, they arrived in time for her monthly 'accountability' session. Could I resist? Not on your nellie!! Once her bottie was bared for the first punishment of the day, it was too much to resist. I put down the cane I had ready to use, and picked up one of the new 30 inch whippy Juniors and striped that bottie for the first dozen of the day.

These canes are beauties and I am very pleased with them. What say you Sissy Karen?

Speaking of Sissy Karen, I must say she presented herself extremely well indeed in her beloved skyblue 'Alice' French Maids outfit from Sissy Heaven. After a few minor uniform mishaps at inspection time, followed by some more strokes of the whippy cane, Karen settled into the cheery little chore of handwashing my wooden venetian blinds - MICRO venetian blinds, that is...

Happily I had another chance to use my new canes later this afternoon when a lovely young couple came to visit for their second disciplinary training session together. That was a very pleasant experience I must say. It was wonderful to see how respectful of each other this young couple are, especially from a disciplinary perspective. It was really heartening to see the wife so comfortable with her dominant role, particularly when using the canes. I expect when she gains confidence, her husband may think otherwise though!

Ciao!

Black Book and Chastity Lottery Game

2008-12-16T04:31:00.000-08:00

Just a quick word on my latest features added to the Member's area;

Black Book
The Black Book is a list of Household Rules which can be used as a guide for Disciplinary Wives who wish to implement such household Rules in their own homes. It also lists corresponding punishments that can also be used as a guide. For the unsupervised male who finds himself in breach of any of My Black Book of Rules, there is a system of punishment that he may submit to.

It's simply really...he selects the Rule he is in breach of, selects Mild, Medium or Severe Punishment, whichever he feels appropriate, pays a fine and receives punishment lines to complete within one week. He will have to complete the lines and post to Me of course so that I know the punishment has been completed.

I have yet to complete my Punishments page so keep an eye out for that. I have all sorts of favourite nasty punishments to share!! Anyone wanting to know what the Mrs Birch's Manners Box or Scold's Bridle is, will have to wait a little while longer to find out...;-)

Chastity Lottery Game
The Chastity Lottery Game is for the brave of heart. Miscreant males wishing to play the Chastity Lottery Game must first fill in the online application form and register to submit to 7 days of complete Chastity. At the end of the 7 days they may apply to receive an Application for Sexual Release, and are then encouraged to try their luck and pick an envelope. Some will be pleased, some will not!

Be warned, not all envelopes contain what you want to hear....

Chastity Devices
Apologies to anyone who has tried to purchase a Chastity device via my site, the link is caput for the time being but I am told the technical team is working on fixing it and it will be working again shortly.

Ciao

Members area updated 1st December

2008-12-16T04:30:00.000-08:00

Just a quick entry to let you know that the Members area has been updated. I have added new stories, including Caned in front of the Girls part 1, Total Submission part 3, A Soft Touch part 2, Sun Worshippers and The Comeuppance part 2. There are new Chronicle entries, a new adventure from Sissy Karen, plus My Black Book and The Chastity Lottery Game have been added. Those intending to sign up for the Chastity Lottery Game though, please be warned. It is ruthless!!!

I'll write more details about both that and the Black Book a little later, for the moment I am getting ready to deal with a naughty boy who has been caught with his hand somewhere it should not have been! Canes at the ready...

I have a few finishing touches to add to the members signup page but all links are working (fingers crossed) and going where they should be but just in case you come across any gremlins or glitches, please email me and let me know, and I'll fix as soon as possible.

Enjoy!

new canes on the way!

2008-12-16T04:27:00.000-08:00

With Christmas just around the corner, I just felt like treating myself to an early gift, or two...or three...

I found a couple in the UK who are very much into caning and the CP scene, who also handcraft beautiful school canes, although not on a commercial scale. I have been searching for awhile now for a supplier of good quality, thin whippy canes with no luck, so was overjoyed to find suppliers of same. I have several winging their way to me as we speak so lovers of thin whippy canes, have your bottoms ready to receive!!!

I can't wait til they arrive...any day now...

Ciao!

Travel plans and Christmas sessions

2008-11-20T23:25:00.000-08:00

I had a chance to catch up with my dear friend of 15 years, Mistress Ruben the other day and enjoyed a leisurely stroll around Centennial Park on a glorious spring afternoon with her. We will be planning a trip to Melbourne in the New Year and hope to spank many naughty adult boys and girls while we are there!

We are also going to head north to Queensland for the same purpose, with both trips planned for the first quarter of 2009. Please let me know if you have any interest in booking an appointment with either or both of us while we're in town or if you have any enquiries regarding bookings. We will be making firm plans early in the New Year taking forward bookings once we have finalised plans. I'll post plans here once we've finalised.

Speaking of Melbourne, I had a wonderful meeting with a Melbourne gent earlier this week, and I must say, I have never administered such a severe thrashing to anyone who has taken a caning like that so stoicly before! What a challenge it was to make him jump! ;-) I am now wondering if I should pack my severe Victorian canes for the trip to Melbourne...
tee hee...

Speaking of travel, let us know if you are interested in us making a stopover in your town while we are on the road (or in the air I should say) . It will be fun to visit. Have canes, will travel.

Christmas sessions

only 5 weeks to Christmas, yikes!!!

I will be available for sessions up until and including 23rd of December and back available for sessions on Monday 29th December.

Foot worship sessions

I get a lot of enquiry about foot worship sessions so just to let you know, yes I love foot worship sessions and am very much available for foot slaves!

Text Messaging

If you wish to make enquiries regarding my services, please do so by email or picking up the phone and calling me. I refuse to answer text message enquiries if I do not know you and have not spoken to you previously. I really can't take text enquiries seriously.

Ciao

Literary members club open!

2008-11-04T19:38:00.000-08:00

It's launched! My Literary Members Club is open and ready to enrol via Verotel Ticketsclub.

Here's the link - Click here for Literary Club membership details

If you have any problems signing in please contact me and I shall help you.
mrsbirch@mrsbirch.net

Enjoy!

New website up

2008-08-26T22:19:00.000-07:00

Firstly, I am pleased to say that my website is finally up, at last! BUT, for anyone expecting the same standard as my old Class6b.com the new site is not there yet, (that site was years in the making) but hopefully the new site will develop into one that is just as popular and just as entertaining as Class6b.com ever was. By the way, the new site address is www.mrsbirch.net

For now let's just say that its a work in progress and I plan to develop a Literary Club, and possibly a members area sometime in the future, a Chastity Lottery Game, and many other features which I'll keep under wraps for the moment. One things for certain though, the new site will probably undergo lots of change while I'm working on it! Whatever the case, I plan to leave myself plenty of time to conduct sessions and not be tied down to website maintenance.

Having said that I am handing out online Detentions and Chastity programs in copious quantities lately so having lots of fun entertaining many naughty boys online. I don't think the same could be said about the recipients though... ;-)

Now speaking of sessions, I must say that earlier this week I enjoyed one of the most hilarious and entertaining sessions I have had the pleasure of conducting in a long time. It started out a 6 hour supervised Detention, but ended up a Petticoat Discipline, complete with sewing activities, dress ups, essay writing, drama class, lisping practice, home economics, (he got to make fairy bread for lunch) a liberating number 2 haircut (good ol' Wahl clippers on hand) and lots of opportunity to spank, strap and cane his buttocks over the course of the day! Needless to say that naughty boy had a very tiring trip back to his hometown that night!

Here's a picture of my charge on the day, dressed in Tartan skirt, silky ladies blouse, woollen tights, angora cardigan and sporting his NEW number 2 haircut!

If you click on this link www.mrsbirch.net/index-petticoat.html then click on the photo on that page, you'll see what's under his skirt!

Ahhhh, as I said.... Detention AND Petticoat Discipline DO go together afterall.... Oh, and I forgot to mention, he'll be doing his written imposition this Saturday night, in his (or should I say her) own time! Copious quantities of it!!! And dressed in you know what! tee hee

Ciao!

Few spots to fill in next month's Chastity Program...

2008-03-17T20:34:00.000-07:00

I am happy to say that most males placed in My Chastity Program have taken their responsibility seriously and have obediently adhered to the rules and regulations placed upon them throughout. However, there are a few who are struggling to remain chaste and continue to regale Me daily with tales of woe and excuses as to why they cannot follow the simple rules I set for them during their time in Chastity. For those poor pets, I can only say to you that times will become much tougher and that your Release Date will continue to remain a mere speck on the horizon whilst ever your bad behaviour continues. Here's one email that I received from one poor little pet struggling after a mere 7 days into his chastity.

"I'm an absolute disaster....*mess*
Dancing around in panties, butt waddling in the air....out of control horny.
I tried to call *TEARS*.
I can't take it anymore...I'm not going to make it....
PLEASE Mrs. Birch. PLEASE>
Looking at images of women's feet. I CANT STAND IT~~~!!!!!
PLEASE help me. *wadded up in a ball shaking*
***** the Pathetic Horny Wreck

And this one:

PLEASE Mrs Birch, please let me take off these panties!!! I will go naked! They are too much!!! Please. Please. Please. I can't stand it anymore!!!!*TEARS*
PLEASE
I am losing my mind. No way I make it through another day in these things. No way.....

Please Mrs Birch. I am actually begging now. I won't make it much longer....
*groveling*"

Oh dear....

I must admit though, it does amuse Me somewhat to take away privileges and in some cases set punishments for those who continue to show such willful disobedience throughout their Chastity! In fact, it doesn't bother Me in the slightest to open a daily round of emails containing woeful fibs from whining sooks unable to cope with their state of chastity. In such cases I just simply toughen up the individual's program and extend his Release Date.

As anyone who has undertaken My Chastity program knows, the first thing I require is that you fill in the questionnaire regarding your masturbatory habits, as well as a few other minor details that will give Me an idea of what you hope to achieve by entering into a state of Chastity.

From the information and answers I receive from you in that questionnaire, I will develop a tailor made Chastity program just for you. By the time you've finished the program I guarantee you'll think differently about that chronic need and obsession to overly entertain that little willy of yours!

If you missed the December blog entry on how to join the Chastity Program, here's the information below:

Mrs Birch's Chastity Program
I am certainly a firm believer in the need to ensure the male is kept in a state of pent up desire. It is most obvious that males who are denied their selfish 'sport' display a far more obedient, pliable and willing nature. In fact, it is quite amazing to see just how obedient and willing a male can be when faced with abstinence!

For those of you males who are in need of a little controlled abstinence, and do not have a Key Holder or a Significant Dominant Other to personally supervise your state of Chastity, I am more than happy to provide such a service. That’s of course, if you dare to hand over control to Me! It means you will be placing the decision of when you next experience release in My control! Be warned though, once that key to your Chastity Device is in My possession, you will be at My Mercy!

My Chastity Control and Key Holder Program is designed to bring vile behaviour under control, resulting in a more placid, obedient and loving male. Actually, I can think of nothing more gratifying than holding a large selection of unruly males like you, in Chastity, where you belong!

Initially you will be able to nominate the time you spend in Chastity, or alternatively leave your release date completely up to Me. However, you will be given Email Discipline as part of your Chastity program in all cases.

How do you join the program?

Step 1
If you are joining the program and wish to use a Chastity device I suggest you take a look at the CB-2000, CB-3000, CB-6000 or Curve if you do not already have one. If you have another type of Chastity Device other than those named above, it will need to meet with My approval first before I allow you to join the program with it.

You may join the program without a Chastity device, however, you may not receive the full benefits of the program if this is the case.

Step 2
Select your intended Chastity period from the buttons below. When you click on the button corresponding to the period of time you anticipate spending in Chastity you will be taken through to Niteflirt where you will be required to pay your Chastity Control fees. (You will need to join as a free member of Niteflirt to be able to pay your fees for the Chastity Control Agreement.

Click here for Niteflirt instructions

Step 3
Once you have paid your Chastity Control Fees you will gain access to the Chastity Control Agreement which you will be required to fill in and send back to Me in order to activate your state of Chastity.

You will be instructed to send your completed Chastity Control Agreement and keys (if I am to hold the keys for your Chastity device) to Me or email your completed Agreement if no keys to post and then you will WAIT for Me to decide your fate! Full instructions of what you are expected to do are noted clearly throughout the Agreement.

You will be also be required to sign an Agreement stating you are physically and mentally sound, and you will not hold Silverbirch Productions or Mrs Birch responsible for any injuries resulting from the use of the Chastity Device during the term of the Agreement or after it’s completion.

Nominating your own Chastity release date
For those faint hearts among you that absolutely cannot get by without a little certainty, I shall give you the opportunity to nominate your desired time of of release. The downside is, the assignments and tasks I set for you will be far more challenging than those who have cast their fate to the winds…

Commencement and release dates
Your Chastity period will commence and finish on dates that I determine, according to your Application and behaviour throughout your period spent in Chastity. Full instructions will be contained within the Application.

So, if you are ready to change your ways...
commence by selecting one of the Chastity Buttons below.

7 days in Chastity - Fees including Email Assignment - $50.00 US/AUD

*Note:A minimum of 7 days must lapse before you re-apply for further time in Chastity

14 days in Chastity - Fees including Email Assignment - $65.00 US/AUD

*Note:A minimum of 7 days must lapse before you re-apply for 14 days in Chastity

30 days in Chastity - Fees including Email Assignment - $135.00 US/AUD

*Note: A minimum of 14 days must lapse before you re-apply for 30 days in Chastity

Release Date to Be Advised - Fees including as many Email Assignments and task as I wish - $300.00 US/AUD

*Note: A minimum of 30 days must lapse before you re-apply for any of My Chastity programs

If you nominate ‘Release Date To Be Advised’, you will truly place yourself under My control, and that means you will be released at My whim! No amount of whining and begging will earn you early release; in fact for each display of impatience, I shall add a month to your intended release date. During your Chastity period you will be required to carry out little chores, or requests, or written impositions or anything else that takes My fancy. For every task I set you that is completed by you, it will contribute greatly towards a timely release date. For every task not completed, naturally, your Chastity period will be increased! Who knows, I may even decide to completely ignore you and your plight for several months, and then suddenly release you out of the blue. When will you find out your release date? When it suits Me to let you know! I may feel like informing you by email when I receive your keys, or I could leave you at the bottom of the pile and get to you when I consider everyone else first. Who cares? I don’t. Besides, a little humility will do you the world of good.

*Alternative methods of payment are by American Express or Bank Deposit to access your Chastity Control Agreement. Contact Me via email at mrsjenniferbirch@yahoo.com
or call Me on 0416 431 986 or International +61 416 431 986 for details

Before you embark upon any Chastity Program I advise you to seek Medical advice from your Doctor.

The psychology behind males in Chastity - For the Ladies

2008-02-11T15:56:00.000-08:00

I have often been asked by males for advice on how best to approach their wives on the subject of placing them in chastity. Often times it's a case of his wife having no interest in participating in such activities, thinking him strange, selfish or perverted. However in most cases if she was to learn a little about what drives his desire to be placed into chastity, and then learn how to implement a chastity program for him, it could possibly afford many surprising benefits for both husband and wife, perhaps even setting in place positive lasting changes in the relationship.

There are also many Ladies who have asked Me for advice over the years on male chastity and how best to implement a chastity program for their husbands. So much so that I have decided to post what I think is a very informative article here in the hope that it may be of benefit to many others.

The information is from an interesting website which is definitely worth a visit and may help many couples with not only the subject of understanding and implementing a chastity program for the male, but possibly rekindling the passion and romance within the relationship as well. It's called "A Married Woman's Guide to a Happier, More Fulfilling Relationship". I strongly suggest you read the entire website so you can gain the most benefit from the information the author offers.

Here is an excerpt from the website with regard to implementing a chastity program.

"Putting Theory Into Action
Following is a suggested approach designed to bring both of you into a comfort zone wherein the certainty of sex and ejaculation is replaced with an ongoing erotic aura. You will most likely achieve positive results following these steps as described but you should also feel free to adapt them to your own particular circumstances. For example, some couples may be comfortable enough jumping in at a particular stage or be willing to skip steps, others may want to linger at each step or even add their own variations to the process. As long as you end up at the same destination, your route is not overly important.

As we consider how to implement our new philosophy, a great many wives would interject that sex with their husbands always ends in intercourse and ejaculation. How does one move away from that habit to this new paradigm? First, as we have seen and as the following passage indicates, immediate ejaculation is not the all-encompassing essential goal for men despite what most women might believe. Second, as with most aspects of human behaviour the answer is to take a gradual approach.

Learning how to lengthen the arousal and erection period while delaying orgasm is an important part of maximizing enjoyment from sex. As the erection proceeds, the physical sensations become increasingly more and more exciting, and the psychological pressure to ejaculate becomes more and more intense. The trick is to lean to keep the stimulation just below the level required for ejaculation while learning to deal with the increasing psychological pressure to ejaculate. Like driving a racing car closer and closer to a wall at ever high speeds, the psychological pleasure becomes more and more intense, the longer the arousal can be maintained without ejaculation, but the greater the enjoyment for the man. Furthermore, the longer this stage can be maintained, the more powerful and enjoyable the orgasm will be for the man. Thus, developing skills for doing this and dealing with the psychological desire to ejaculate for as long as possible are essential for the full enjoyment of partner (and solo) sex, and this is what requires practice. Women usually require a somewhat longer period of time to become fully aroused, so being able to delay orgasm potentially increases the enjoyment of sex by both partners.

Many women believe that men are happier the more frequently they can have intercourse. This is not really accurate. What men truly enjoy is being aroused with their partner (and as their partner is also aroused) while both remain in an aroused state for a long period of time, delaying orgasm for as long as is comfortable and possible.

Understanding Male Sexuality by David Sebringsil.

The first step in this evolution is to establish in both your mind and your husbands mind the link between his ejaculation and your consent. As the Lady who is courted, it is very important to your husband to please you. As we have also seen, undergoing a trial or challenge for that purpose is stimulating to the male and is as time-honored and established as the behaviour of the medieval knights undertaking quests on behalf of their Ladies. Therefore at this stage you simply want to establish the request and consent structure that will be an important part of your interaction. This is as simple as getting your husband to tell you before he ejaculates and ensuring he asks your consent to do so. At this initial stage this is essentially your husband wanting to ensure that you have been sufficiently stimulated during your lovemaking session and that the mutual timing is right for him to orgasm and consequently end the session. After the male ejaculates, it is rare for love making to continue.

Therefore when the husband approaches his peak, he should ask his wife in terms that she is comfortable with for her approval of his orgasm. At this stage, I would recommend that the wife assent, usually in an enthusiastic manner and let him proceed to his climax. As noted, the purpose of this stage is to connect in both the husband and wife’s mind the act of ejaculation with the approval from the wife for such action. This process of request & consent will form the basis of what follows.

Soon the wife should start to use this link to time the husband’s ejaculation to coincide with her desires. The difference between this stage and the previous one is that now the wife’s assent will not automatically immediately follow the husband’s request. Therefore when the husband asks to ejaculate, the wife will now seek to delay his orgasm till the moment that she prefers. This may entail a delay of a few seconds to several minutes or longer depending on circumstances. Even if she has experienced a satisfactory sexual session to this point and sees no particular sensory advantage to herself in delaying his orgasm when he asks, it is important at this stage to deny the initial request. Thus making the husband wait, even if only a matter of a few seconds establishes her assent as the primary trigger for his orgasm.

The goal at this juncture is to condition both husband and wife to the concept that approval need not necessarily follow immediately after request. There is no automatic immediate rubber-stamp to the husband’s request but rather a conscious decision made by the wife. You have the right and authority to in fact delay your approval till that moment in time that meets your preference.

As your comfort level increases with the concept of approving your husband’s ejaculation, you will now move to the stage where the husband will really begin to appreciate the fact that there are hurdles in the path of his pursuit of his wife. At this stage in your intimate activities, the husband will ask for permission from his wife to ejaculate as usual. Now, however, you will raise the hurdle that the husband must overcome to please you. You must answer in the negative when he asks to ejaculate. Your love making session should continue to supply you with the quantity and quality of stimulation that you desire but it must conclude without the husband’s ejaculation. This will establish an important milestone in your relationship. You will have definitely shown that you are in control of the lovemaking process. Your husband will no longer be able to take for granted that your romantic interludes will result in a “capture of the prey”. As a consequence, you will now stretch out your husband’s pursuit of you over an extended period.

The first time you engage in a sexual activity with your husband that has as its sole purpose, pleasing you, it will quite possibly feel somewhat exotic and a little foreign to your experience. But as you get over the novelty of the event you will find it a tremendously empowering and erotically fulfilling experience. Some women say they get an erotic power rush from this experience, however some say they feel guilty or bad for their husbands. This is often the most difficult moment for many women who follow this program. I always feel it essential to once again remind women at this point that everything in this program is consensual for both husband and wife and requires whole-hearted support from both. Also you must keep in mind that ejaculation is not denied to your husband, merely rationed and that this is all part of a process to enable you and your husband to rekindle your romantic love. By this important step of not consenting to his ejaculation, essentially the love making session has not closed off for him but continues into the next day and throughout the day. It extends and intensifies the husband’s pleasure, saving him from a quick release followed by an even quicker loss of desire–climax and anti-climax and produces a sexual tension that far exceeds the short-lived orgasm in excitement and intensity.

As one husband reported,

“My wife plays me like a fiddle. But don’t get me wrong. I’m not protesting, I’m bragging. I’m right where I want to be, in her clutches, and wouldn’t trade places with any man on earth. I’ve discovered that the joy of constant arousal far outweighs the momentary experience of ejaculation.”

Another husband, who is rationed, admitted that,

“It is a very erotic experience for me. Even at work she is constantly on my mind.”

A third writes,

“My wife likes to kiss me, hug me, get me all excited, then send me off to work. Her feelings and thoughts and touches remain on my mind all day long and I just can’t wait for the day to end so I can see her. Therefore, when we finally have sex at her choosing, it is such an exciting time for me.”

Once you pass this important milestone, you will find in your subsequent love making session that your husband will be more enthusiastic, more caring, more interested in pleasing you. Enjoy his attentions, revel in his adoration. When he does ask to ejaculate, you will probably want to give him some positive feedback and approval so I recommend you only delay him a few minutes and then you grant your permission. You will no doubt see him experience a tremendous rush when he does have his orgasm.

By now you will have established that you are a prize to be highly desired; one that is not easily gained and one that requires your husband to expend considerable effort to attain. There is no more automatic capture of this prize. The hunter must now be more alert and use all his skills more diligently to capture his prey. Accomplishing this will be the link in both your minds that the incidence of his ejaculation is rationed and now at your direction. Therefore at this point you will now need to stretch out your level of management. This will mean rationing your husband’s orgasm at not only one lovemaking session but at the next 2 or 3 subsequent sessions also. The rate of permission should be varied according to your own schedule. You are now establishing that you need to be pursued over a longer period than the few days between subsequent love making sessions. The pursuit and courtship must be constant and continual. This extended outcome plays with your husband’s mind, increasing his excitement. Meanwhile, ongoing intimate activities – activities that need not be confined to the bedroom – also work to his advantage. He experiences an increase in sexual excitement, with an intensity he has probably not known since adolescence. Only his game-ending climaxes are reduced.

You will soon find that the more you manage your husband’s ejaculations, the more he will desire and pursue you. This will result in more attention, more caring, more love, more romance, in short … more courtship. As you move into this phase you will need to establish the balance point at which it becomes wisest to grant your husband his orgasm. Depending on your age, lifestyle and the frequency of your sexual sessions before you began this program, you will need to decide on a starting point and work from there. I usually advise younger couples who might have sex 3 or more times a week to start at allowing orgasm at weekly intervals, middle-aged couples (with more involved lifestyles, possibly with children) who might be having sex 1 or 2 times a week could start with a bi-weekly orgasm. Wherever you start, you will need to gradually start increasing the length of time between orgasms until you reach the point of maximum effectiveness. This will be the point at which the caring and romance start to turn towards irritation and negative behaviour. When you see this type of behaviour developing, you should back off the length slightly and use this as your guidepost going forward. Timeframes that couples use can vary from 14 - 21 days to as much as 90 days or longer. Typically 30 days is not unusual for couples in their 30’s or 40’s. As in all we have discussed previously, be prepared to listen to your husband’s feedback, both verbal and non-verbal to guide you to the best balance.

Once you reach this stage and settle in at an appropriate level all you need do is maintain this level as you move forward. It should be obvious that implied in this program will be the fact that you should be setting a scheduled day for the next ejaculation in advance. This may well be as simple as deciding that the first Saturday of the month is your preferred day or may involve a more elaborate scheduling mechanism. In any case, the request/consent mechanism we have discussed should remain in place throughout. To keep things interesting, the next date should only be known by you. This will keep up the suspense and maintain your husband’s attentiveness. As such, “spot decisions” during your love making sessions are not recommended. You will invariably be distracted by your own sensations and find it difficult to make such decisions. Therefore it is highly recommended that you make your schedule at some prior moment and then stick to it. Some degree of variation of the date can also be used to maintain a healthy degree of anticipation for you both.

As you become more comfortable with the cycle you can even experiment with changing the scheduled date based on your husband’s performance. Consider awarding “bonus points” for exceptional performance by your husband. These can be used to shorten the interval till the next ejaculation date. On the flip side deduct points for undesirable behavior on your husband’s part. These negative points will lengthen the cycle. This type of carrot & stick approach can add a whole new level of playfulness to the program."

"Indulge your wildest fantasies. As the Lady of the house set yourself upon a pedestal and let your knight pursue you romantically throughout the days and weeks. It's amazing how many aspects of your life your new relationship will touch."

The above information was taken from A Married Woman's Guide to a Happier, More Fulfilling Relationship" I strongly suggest anyone wishing to acquaint their husband or Wife with the idea of implementing a Chastity Program take the time to read through the website. I'm sure you wont be disappointed.

For those wishing to join My Chastity Program you'll find details of how to join the program in My December 07 Blog entry.
Mrs Birch

Discipline & Detention Classes

2008-01-14T16:09:00.000-08:00

I am pleased to report that over the Christmas and New Year holiday season My Detention class was rather bulging at the seams with an abundance of recalcitrant students all mending their ways by way of attending to tedious and boring written impositions. Some were set Mathematics assignments, some were set Ancient Languages, and some were set Needlepoint assignments to wile away the hours with. The rules were tough and the assignments I set were severe, as I am sure most, if not all, students will agree.

However, when it came time to hand assignments in, not all completed their work on time, so unfortunately, those particular students were forced to finish on their own time while their peers were let out to enjoy the festive season without them!

I have to say that I was met with an interesting assortment of work and a range of fanciful fibs as to why work wasn't handed in complete. I can plainly see that some students (and those students know exactly who I am talking about, don't they, Hmmm?) could do with a little spot of Detention under My close supervision, where I absolutely guarantee their toil would be interspersed with a touch of the cane to keep attention on the work, instead of gazing off out the window, or wasting time complaining about his or her lot rather than getting on with it!

There were two naughty students who completely failed to employ any care or attention to detail towards their assignments, which caused Me to order them to sit their Detentions again, but this time under My watchful eye. That meant there was NO chance for them to gaze out the window, or slacken off in any way. In fact, any such show of laziness or lack of attention was met with swift punishment!

Over the course of one morning, one miscreant did indeed learn to keep eyes down and pen moving after his bottie was striped a time or two with My crook handled cane! The other learned the error of his ways after 20 or so minutes over My knee finding out firsthand what a salutory experience it was to receive a spanking from My ebony hairbrush! No doubt his bottie stung for several hours afterwards while he worked! I can happily report that the experience certainly brought about a much more respectful attitude by the time they both left.

Now there is one young lady in particular whom I would very much love to stand in the corner with red bottom on display after a lengthy spanking....

So, if anyone else would like to experience a real time Discipline and Detention morning or afternoon under My supervision, classes are open!

All students attending Detention will be given a written imposition to complete, and will be subjected to My strict rules and regulations which will be enforced at all times throughout the Detention. When you have completed your written imposition I shall check your work and award you accordingly! Whether you receive a gold star or a spanking is totally dependent on how well you have presented your work and also based upon your performance throughout the Detention period!

Be warned, you may find yourself thoroughly spanked and stood in the corner for part of your Detention if I think your behaviour warrants it especially if I catch you gazing out the window instead of working. And of course this time under My watchful eye, you'll have to be extra careful not to make mistakes on the page as this time I will be ripping the page out for you to start all over again!

You will be sitting your Detention alone under My supervision whilst your cronies are off out enjoying themselves.

Couples wishing to attend together may do so.

If you are deserving of a spot of Discipline & Detention and would like to know how to go about arranging a time to attend, free to inquire by email mrsjenniferbirch@yahoo.com
or call Me on 0416 431 986 or international +61 416 431 986

Periods of Detention are either 3, 5 or 7 hour periods.

Mrs Birch’s Chastity Program

2007-12-20T00:26:00.000-08:00

I am certainly a firm believer in the need to ensure the male is kept in a state of pent up desire. It is most obvious that males who are denied their selfish 'sport' display a far more obedient, pliable and willing nature. In fact, it is quite amazing to see just how obedient and willing a male can be when faced with abstinence!

How do you join the program?

You may join the program without a Chastity device, however, you may not receive the full benefits of the program if this is the case.

Click here for Niteflirt instructions

So, if you are ready to change your ways...
commence by selecting one of the Chastity Buttons below.

7 days in Chastity - Fees include Email Assignment - $75 US/AUD

*Note:A minimum of 7 days must lapse before you re-apply for further time in Chastity

14 days in Chastity - Fees including Email Assignment - $155.00 US/AUD

*Note:A minimum of 7 days must lapse before you re-apply for 14 days in Chastity

30 days in Chastity - Fees including Email Assignment - $295.00 US/AUD

*Note: A minimum of 14 days must lapse before you re-apply for 30 days in Chastity

Release Date to Be Advised - Fees including as many Email Assignments and task as I wish - $395.00 US/AUD

*Note: A minimum of 30 days must lapse before you re-apply for Release Date to Be Advised Chastity program

Before you embark upon any Chastity Program I advise you to seek Medical advice from your Doctor.

Mrs Birch's Detention Classes Are Open!

2007-12-10T18:51:00.000-08:00

Those of you who recall Class6b will remember well how cruel and demanding I can be especially if you've ever been unfortunate enough to have been sent to attend one of My Detention classes!

These days there are far too many recalcitrant students out there reeking havoc and in desperate need of some strict old fashioned punishment, so I have decided it is high time I opened up the classes again!

So, if you feel you are deserving of one of My strict written punishments I have a limited number of places available for students like you who are in need of attending My strict Detention classes. Miscreants who have been sent to Me for punishment and behavioural modification will attend My Detention classes after normal lessons have finished for the day and may attend for one night, five nights or a full weekend.

The impositions I will set for you during the Detention classes are serious punishments for naughty adult boys and girls and designed to keep you well and truly occupied for hours on end! You will be pushed to your limits with one or more tedious, difficult and monotonous tasks! Be warned! These are not frivolous exercises. You will not be set something of a titillating nature - these are traditional, onerous scholastic punishments.

You may receive a copious quantity of written lines, a tract of a dull textbook to copy, a lengthy essay, or a difficult and tedious written exercise to complete. You will not be allowed to use your computer or calculator to complete any of the work except where I have specifically instructed you to download a textbook or passage from your computer that you will need to use for the completion of a particular written imposition.

Depending on your offense you may find yourself sent to Me for:

An Evening Detention.

Or
Five consecutive nights of written punishment.

Or
A full weekend of written punishment

What should you do if you've been sent to Me to request a Detention?

Step 1
You will commence by selecting one of the Detention Buttons below.

An Evening Detention

Start as early as you can, as this will be a lengthy Assignment that will keep you going well into the small hours. Expect at least six hours or more writing!
Fees (includes marking) $75

Full Week Detention

Not a pleasant task by any stretch of the imagination.
A minimum of 6 hours a night is required to complete this laborious assignment. The punishment is designed to curb even the most unruly student and instill a sense of discipline and self-control.

Fees (includes marking) $95

A full Weekend Detention

Commencing Friday night and working all day Saturday and Sunday, including both Saturday and Sunday evening. This is a most onerous punishment! Allow up to 40 hours writing!

Fees (includes marking) $125

*Alternative methods of payment are by American Express or Bank Deposit to access your Detention Request Form.

Email Me at mrsjenniferbirch@yahoo.com
or call Me on 0416 431 986 or International +61 416 431 986 for details

When you click on your selected Detention button you will be taken through to Niteflirt where you will be required to pay your Detention fees. (You will need to join as a free member of Niteflirt to be able to pay your fees for the Detention Request form if you are not already a member. Click here for Niteflirt instructions)

Step 2

Once you have paid your fees you will immediately receive your Detention Request form.

Step 3

Fill in the form and send to Mrs Birch via email and await your Detention.

You need to give Me at least three (3) working days notice so that I may give you My full attention when setting your Detention.

When I receive your completed Detention Request Form I will personally devise the most appropriate written Detention punishment for you based upon your offenses and previous conduct. On the morning of your Detention date I will email you your Detention assignment, along with full details of how, and by what date, it is to be completed and how you are to prepare yourself. I will also provide you with My strict Detention Rules which you are to follow to the letter!

You must complete your punishment in the allotted time frame. You will send your punishment by mail to Mrs Birch's office, with the post mark showing the day after it was due for completion, (so I know it was completed on time.)

When it arrives I will mark your assignment and send you a personal e-mail advising you of your marks out of ten, along with My brief views of the quality of your work and whether your work met a satisfactory standard..... or not.

Be advised; you MUST be careful with your choice - your punishment will be suited to the classroom and the offense you select on your Detention Request Form. It will be a scholarly Assignment and it will not be pleasant!

Before you start your punishment make sure you have the following materials available:

A 12 inch ruler.
A selection of writing implements as follows: blue pen, black pen, red pen, green pen, purple pen and a pencil. (NB The colour referred to is the colour of the ink!)
A thick writing pad either A4 size of Quarto size.
You should also ensure that you have Acrobat Reader on your computer as you may be issued a textbook, which will be provided as a PDF file.

Certain exercises may require you to acquire other materials before you commence.

Are you prepared?

Select your Detention...

Be Mrs Birch's slave for a day

2007-12-05T14:58:00.001-08:00

Are you worthy of being My slave for a day?

That is good. Because I am in need of a slave, or two. But be warned, if you wish to apply, I expect total obedience, a genuine willingness to please and naturally, a respectful attitude. Any displays of cheekiness, tantrums, disobedience or anything that I deem bad behaviour will be met with swift punishment and in some cases dismissal!

Once you step across My portal your servitude to Me begins immediately. You will be completely stripped of your own clothing, your name, and your rights for the duration of your servitude. First you will be promptly ordered into the shower. When you are scrubbed clean and ready to present yourself for inspection, you will be given new clothes to wear throughout your period of servitude, or not. That will depend on whatever I see fit on the day. I will then take you through your initial instruction, rules and regulations, then hand you your itinerary for the day. Your duties may include but are not restricted to, house cleaning, window cleaning, pool cleaning, gardening, running errands, laundry, preparation of refreshments, and may include amusing and entertaining Me if I am in the mood to be amused and entertained.

As My slave for a day you will naturally submit to Me totally and offer yourself in total servitude to Me. you will be used at My whim and for My total use and enjoyment in any way I see fit.

Be warned though, I have very high standards, therefore only slaves who feel they may be able to serve Me in the manner in which I am accustom to should apply. And yes, of course you have to pay for the privilege!

If I know you and you wish to apply contact Me first via email at mrsjenniferbirch@yahoo.com or call Me on 0416 431 986

Fees are AUD $500 for a 3 hour visit, or $700 for a 5 hour visit and will reduce accordingly if you nominate multi visits.

How do you become My slave for a day?

Step 1
Contact Me at mrsjenniferbirch@yahoo.com for an application form for slave duties which you will be required to fill out and email back for My consideration.

I want to know all about your abilities in order to consider your worthiness to be My slave for a day and to decide what slave duties I will assign you.

Step 2
I will contact you within 48 hours of receiving your application form and providing that it has been filled in correctly I will arrange with you a date for your first appointment for slave duties.

Mrs Birch

Contact Me directly by email at mrsjenniferbirch@yahoo.com or call Me on 0416 431 986
or International +61 416 431 986 for more details.

A Strict Upbringing, Part 2

2007-12-05T14:43:00.000-08:00

Taking up her position behind those raised buttocks, strap resting harmlessly in both her hands, there was a moment of silence while she judged her distance. The only sound now the tick tock of the Grandfather clock echoing along the hallway as the boys waited for what seemed like an eternity. Not wanting the time to go any faster, but their nerves screaming out, needing to break the tension by getting on with the matter at hand. Slowly raising the strap over her left shoulder she would alert the brother facing her and in turn, his outstretched brother to the imminent dawn of the fearsome flogging. It had begun.

Crack! was the sound it made as it met the creamy flesh of My brother’s buttocks. It fell like a lightening bolt. Leaving a livid mark as it left the skin, and him hollering and bawling like a motherless calf in distress. Tears streaming down the miscreant’s face now as the next stroke came down. There was no stopping once that terrible thrashing began. She would swing that formidable implement from left to right across his bottom, alternating the direction of the swing with each blow, left to right, then right to left on the next stroke, until the flesh was bruised, blistered and swollen. It was if she was conscienceless regarding the writhing, screaming form beneath her impassive gaze. There certainly was no sympathy shown towards the two, nor enough pain-filled cries to deter her from her task.

No less than two dozen, and more often than not it was three dozen strokes of the strap that they each had to endure. Needless to say, when the first was dealt with they were ordered curtly to change positions. Once in their new places the second brother took his turn with that frightful strap. His screams of pain and humiliation at such an appalling walloping were no less than his brother’s.

After the strapping was complete and Grandmother was satisfied with her handiwork, she would quietly replace the strap upon the desk and place the chalice and bundles of twine on a tray, ignoring the sobbing, subdued forms of My brothers. “Get those trousers up and get up to your rooms” she’d snap. Bodies racked with pain and suffering, they did as they were bid and shuffled solemnly and carefully towards the stairwell. Knowing full well that there was more to come. Walking like condemned men about to ascend the gallows; they shuffled their way up the stairs and to their separate rooms.

“Undress immediately and get into those beds” came the next command from behind them as they climbed and on reaching their respective rooms, once more they cautiously removed their trousers, unable to fight back tears of dread while preparing for another harrowing round of punishment.

When they were ensconced in their beds in she’d come. One at a time she would deal with each. I spied once from the safety of the darkened hall, the cringing form of My brother in his bed with the bed sheets drawn tightly up to his chin, although the action seemed of no use. There was a look of terror and disbelief on his face. Grandmother was both silent and unfazed by his display of cowardice and savagely ripped the sheets from his hands, wrenching them back to expose his shrinking, naked body.

She bound his wrists individually and secured them to the posts of the bed above his head while he made simpering, ineffectual noises. The same was done with each ankle. Spreadeagled, he lay there trying to twist his body in a futile attempt to escape the contents of the chalice. His eyes were fixed on that glinting and ominous vessel as it neared the bed, ferried there by one whose heart was as stone and whose resolve was unyielding.

It was obvious that the sharp, tangy smell reached his nostrils before he spied Grandmother dipping her fingers into the balm nestled in the chalice, for his head was turned away from her. He jerked his head in her direction, but before he swivelled his head round to face her , she had covered his penis with the greasy medicament. His face was a look of abject horror as he stared with disbelief at his pathetic penis, embalmed now with the evil Oil of Wintergreen.

I too could smell the unmistakable smell of Wintergreen and watched with intense curiosity as she placed her tray on the bedside table and pulled a chair close to the bed. Sitting down now after her efforts, she seemed more stoic than ever I’d seen her. What was she doing?

After a few minutes My brother began to squirm and the hint of a smile, fleeting as it was, came upon Grandmother’s lips. A rare moment indeed to witness that. I realised that now My brother was really trying to thrash about on the bed quite violently. His yell, when it came, frightened Me and sounded more like a bull elephant than a young man. He appeared as though he was in excruciating agony from whatever pain that cream was inflicting upon his private parts.

I think that when Grandmother was convinced of the authenticity of his pain and torment she felt it was safe to leave her charge to endure his anguish alone in the dark. Decision made, she left the room, carrying her tray into the room of My other brother to duplicate her actions with him.

I watched for close to an hour, the twisting, tossing body on the bed as it continued to distort while the Wintergreen persisted to burn into his private parts. I shall never forget the sound of his wails that night. Eventually the effects appeared to subside and he fell still and silent. I left quietly and crept into My own room to savour every minute detail of what I had covertly witnessed.

Grandmother was a figure to be respected. Sadly, she has passed on now and My brothers have both grown into fine upstanding citizens with families of their own. But those days have been etched into our memories like nothing else. Even now when we speak of Grandmother, it is with the same awe and certain fear as we spoke of her when she was alive. It’s as if she governs our thinking and our actions from her grave, so deep was the impression she made upon us and the lessons instilled by her.

She was a staunch, uncompromising citizen with scrupulous standards. She was the Matriarch in our family, her presence omnipotent. My brothers suffered many dire punishments, but I believe that her methods no doubt made their mark to the benefit of My brothers, as shown by their current positions. Every male needs the guidance of a firm handler to instil the precious Rules of Etiquette and gentlemanly conduct to ensure that he grows into a fine upstanding citizen. A person who does not burden himself upon society as a layabout or by achieving a state of mental disease through debauched acts of self-abasement.

I trust that you are conducting yourself in a manner which would not attract Grandmother’s eagle eye and give her cause to take punitive action!

I hope you have gained something from this little insight into My brothers’ upbringing, shaped by My Grandmother and her fine Victorian standards. I too, have learned many lessons from My Grandmother, though not quite the lessons taught to the male members of My family. From her I learned the importance of Corporal Punishment and Discipline, and how to shape and mould young gentlefolk.

And for the final strokes...

2007-09-01T16:52:00.001-07:00

"Oh come, come now, are you really going to endure these nasty old strokes without calling for Mercy?

You know we are coming close to the 100 mark and you do know how I love a challenge...

Lord knows, you've faced My cane many times before, haven't you, so you know how this is going to end up...

Very well, since you insist on refusing to concede, I shall keep going...

Mmmm...Now we are getting somewhere...

2007-09-01T16:23:00.001-07:00

"Well, well, well... 48 strokes, each more severe than the last, and still you don't call for Mercy...

Let's play a little game, shall we? I'll use a different cane for each new set of 6, each cane being more severe than the one before until we reach My Beloved...

mmm...the Dragon...

Step up, and say your prayers to Sister Patrice ..."

Let's see how you take this next 2 sets...

2007-09-01T16:09:00.000-07:00

"Mmmm, you took those very well, but then again, we are only just warming up, aren't we?

Now, as I warned you, if you continue to flinch when the cane is whistling towards your buttocks at a 100 kilometres an hour, I will strap you down, and tie you so you cannot move out of the way from My cane.

I intend to take you to the brink you naughty boy... to the edge of reality... as Elvis said...

so by the time I have finished caning you, you shall hardly know what is reality and what is fantasy.

From now on, each stroke will be more vicious than the last, and I will continue to deliver My strokes in sets of 6 . So, get that bottom up, and prepare yourself for punishment...

Who's been a naughty boy then?

2007-09-01T15:59:00.001-07:00

"Step up and say a prayer to Sister Patrice you naughty boy... you are about to receive a thrashing to end all thrashings, so let Me see if I can make you sing for Mercy....

These first few stripes are going to welt that little bottom of yours very nicely...

Bottom up!

Hmmmm....well, you took those fairly stoicly, lets see how you go with a few more nasty strokes..."

Gertrude

2007-08-18T18:19:00.000-07:00

This is a true story written by Jon from Australia and it is based on an experience he 'enjoyed' some years ago. It remains a favourite of mine and causes me to ponder the notion of offering such a challenge... anyone game???

One of the most exciting aspects I enjoy in a disciplinary session when I am the recipient is if the tables are turned on the Mistress initiating the discipline.

My introduction to this concept was at a Discipline Club I used to frequent in Kent when I lived in England. One of the features of these evenings was in the nature of challenges, whereby the Disciplinarian would offer to take a pre-arranged session of discipline by the submissive if she or he was able to take the Dominant's prescribed dose of chastisement without pleading for mercy.

However, if the tables were to be turned, that Dominant, if female, was allowed to put up vigorous resistance against being chastised.

One very stimulating outcome of this was a young 'policewoman' who soundly strapped a 'schoolmistress' and was forcibly spanked and caned herself. However, I have no doubt this was staged.

The Dominant woman, very much for real, was Gertrude. Gertrude was no beauty. An almost matronly 50 year old woman of nearly 6 foot with hair worn in an austere bun. She always wore a severe blouse and skirt and was a Disciplinarian of the most feared kind, in that she was totally merciless in her administration and always got her pound of flesh.

In the year or so I attended the club there was always Gertrude's challenge, which always had stipulations and clauses. For instance, one night she agreed she would accept a 'slippering' from anyone who could take 200 swats of a hairbrush on the bare behind. These were to be issued in a group of 50 strokes, with no turning back after each group of 50 had commenced.

One young man had a go at this and was squealing after about 35, so had to take 50. The only woman I ever saw challenge Gertrude just made it to 100, after which she was black and blue. After that I saw a man howl and writhe under paddle, strap and crop but none went close to making a successful challenge.

At Gertrude's penultimate challenge she offered for the very first time to take a bare bottomed caning from anyone who could take 200 strokes of a lethal oval paddle called a Jokari bat. The catch was that once you were strapped down to the bench, you were up for the full 200 even if you were yelling 'mercy' at the second stroke.

Some newcomer had a go at that one and was in considerable discomfort at about the 20th stroke and was crying real tears by the time she finished with him. No-one else had the bottle to take on Gertrude that night, but I made 2 trips to professional Disciplinarians before the next meeting for some practice, as I decided it was time she was taught a lesson.

Word had evidently got around about Gertrude's challenges as there was a fair crowd at the next meeting. There was a hushed expectancy as she took the floor after a few tame preliminaries and announced 'The Challenge'. 50 strokes of the bat. A most effective ally at the last meeting, followed by 150 strokes of the cane, to be issued in 5 batches of 6, 5 batches of 12 and 3 batches of 20. If anyone could last that out she would accept a handspanking and 50 strokes of the hairbrush over each layer of her clothing, including her bare bottom. However, she said, in the unlikely event of it coming to that, there would be a maximum of 3 minutes allowed between the last stroke of the hairbrush and the forced removal of her next layer and she would be resisting vigorously!

Much conjecture arose as to what exactly Gertrude did wear under her skirt and a friend commented that were he to undergo a thrashing such as she intended, nothing short of a carbon tungsten chastity belt would get in his way of meting out his revenge.

For me, it was make or break and I accepted her challenge.

As she strapped me down to the bench, she murmured "no-one gets the better of me sonny" and without more ado she started with that lethal bat. I could see why my predecessor made such a racket under that thing and like him I was writhing after 20 strokes which she laid evenly on each cheek, then changed her tack to 5 each cheek for the next 20, then 10 blistering swats which echoed loudly around the otherwise quiet room.

My legs were shaking as I was unstrapped from the bench and then tied over a school desk. With the rope connecting wrists to knees so that the bottom really stuck out, the only thing I could move was my legs and head. I had never before and have only once since experienced a caning remotely on that parallel. I really did go through the pain barrier and at 30 strokes nearly conceded. At 90 I'd passed through pain to numbness and could only feel some wet spots where the blood was flowing, albeit not too severely. By the time we reached 150, the members raised a cheer. I received the usual medical assistance required after such a thrashing and sat down with difficulty on a chair to enjoy my revenge, choosing as my other implement an extremely effective wooden hairbrush.

It was obvious that Gertrude was not relishing the reverse and as she had the privilege of resistance, promptly sat down on the floor. I'm of powerful build, but it took me a good 2 minutes to secure her over my lap as she not only weighed about 13 stone, but was powerful and very resentful of what I believe was a new experience and maybe one she'd not realistically considered. As soon as my hand hit her skirt I could tell she was wearing very robust underwear of some description.

My hand had no effect whatsoever with 50 swats and the hairbrush just bounced off, though she was still wriggling as much as she could to get off my lap. As soon as the hairbrush landed for the 50th time she said, "Now you have 3 minutes to get my skirt up or you quit" Although by now goaded, I was misled by this statement and wasted a minute trying to pull her skirt up over her very ample hips, revealing black stocking tops and a blue petticoat. Realising I had to pull her skirt down over her hips instead of up, I made a grab for her belt, momentarily releasing the strong grip I'd maintained on her right hand during the spanking. She started getting up off my lap so I dragged her back across my knees and after what seemed an eternity of clawing, I undid her belt and managed, inch by inch, to lower her skirt to her knees and wrestle her back face down over my lap.

"Two minutes and fifty two seconds" said the neutral time keeper. The lack of her tight skirt made her buttocks bounce perceptively, but although I was using considerable force on her petticoat the only reaction was the odd grunt and a lot of struggling. Raising the petticoat was done in a relative trice to reveal the source of Gertrude's seeming resilience. The wretched woman was wearing a girdle as tight as tight could be and as I gave her third hundred swats I was frantically trying to think how I could get the damned thing off her backside in the allocated time.

Fortunately it was one with no gusset between the legs and I thought I could probably drag it up her hips to her waist. As soon as I'd finished with the hairbrush I locked her legs between my own, then, holding her right hand tightly I undid the suspender clips behind her leg. The girdle seemed to have been sprayed on it was so tight, and obviously worn so to afford it's wearer the maximum protection from pain and to make it impossible to remove.

I was fighting a losing battle with her in this position so, getting a firm grip under each leg of the garment, I suddenly spread my legs and let her drop onto the floor between my knees. To a great howl from Gertrude, the garment inverted itself inside out around her waist. With strength anew I hauled her across my lap, her right hand forced into the small of her back.

"Two minutes and fifty eight seconds" said the time keeper.

"Noooo, please!" yelled Gertrude, kicking wildly until her skirt became tangled around her ankles, helping to keep her in place. Even when she was kicking it was possible to see her buttocks swaying under her white satin knickers, knowing they now had lost the protection of the thick skirt and armour like girdle.

To the delight of both me and the club members, many of whom had been on the receiving end of her sadistic beatings, Gertrude's reaction to the spanking was now totally different. She twisted and wriggled as much as she was able but she couldn't escape my hand and although her knickers were extremely tight, her large bottom jiggled and undulated like a water bed. The hairbrush had her convulsing helplessly over my knee and she howled like a banshee at every resonant stroke. At the 50th stroke she begged to be spared the humiliation of having her bottom bared, but the club manager said rules were rules and bade me proceed.

The lowering of this once haughty martinet's knickers was by no means a foregone conclusion, as the waistband was very tight and her hips very big. Furthermore, she secured a desperate, vice-like grip on either side of the waistband. I rid her of her hindering skirt and with my last ounce of strength I took two similar holds on the waistband, tucking each of her legs under my armpits and stood up off the chair, effectively standing her up on her head.

Eventually the pressure upon her head and neck told and she released her grip on her knickers with a cry of despair and let her hands take the weight of her body. Even with all that pressure on the waistband, it took a good half minute for her knickers to inch down, involving much wrenching and yanking on my part to reveal a very large but still voluptuous and by now, quite a pink bottom. The waistband was so tight even around her knees that it acted as a perfect hobble. Her determination in choosing such an irremovable garment proving her final downfall and over my knee she was unceremoniously hauled, bare for all to see from hip to hobbled knees with black stocking tips contrasting with her pink thighs.

Never before nor since, have I taken such satisfaction in administering a spanking. Each smack on that large but shapely bottom sent ripples along to the other cheek and all she could do in resistance was to kick her hobbled knees and sway her voluptuous hips adding to the convolutions of her buttocks.

Fifty smacks of my hand left her crimson and I made sure each hairbrush stroke tell, leaving a white mark each time. A screech like a scalded cat and an eventual purple hue which I'm sure lasted a week or more. Gertrude, The Arch Dominatrix, was humbled at her own game but, if you put your arse on that line, you're bound to get it scorched from time to time.

Written by Jon (Australia)

A Strict Upbringing, Part 1

2007-08-09T16:22:00.000-07:00

I am forced at times to recall My own Grandmother and her methods of control over My brothers.

Being of strict Victorian values and morals, Grandmother was not adverse to meting out copious quantities of Discipline to My brothers by her own hand when necessary. She most vigorously employed preventative measures as well, and often.

Growing up with such a fine upstanding figure as Grandmother for a role model certainly impressed upon Me the importance of maintaining impeccable manners and a flawless character. One could hardly expect soundness of character from those who practiced such a debauched and depraved act as self-abasement.

Grandmother took the responsibility of punitive action very seriously and would deliver punishments with full ritual and formal ceremony. Never did she succumb to outburst of anger or loss of control over her icy, dignified demeanour. Punishments in our house were very solemn occasions indeed and most assuredly to be feared and avoided.

However, despite the severity of those punishments, there were many opportunities for Grandmother to employ her treasured methods of correction, for My brothers were boys with furtive habits. Upon detection of their filthy pastime, her mouth would set in a grim line, straighten her shoulders and her back would straighten in anticipation of the task at hand. Her manner becoming even more frosty than before. She would attend immediately to preparations for punishment.

One brother was never punished without the other. Whether he was a co-conspirator of a misdeed and himself due for a thrashing or merely an innocent party, now duty bound and forced to witness the fate of his sibling. It was Grandmother’s way of enforcing her authority.

In the event of a punishment to be carried out, Grandmother would announce the hour of My brothers’ fate during dinner. She was frugal with words, so the announcement was nothing more than the command to present themselves in the study at the hour of her selection after meal that evening. That way, everyone at the table would be fully aware of what was to take place, adding further humiliation to them in their predicament. Not one word would be uttered about either the misdeed or punishment prior to that announcement at the dinner table. Quite obviously, My brothers would lose their appetites immediately and proceed with dinner in a most dejected manner.

They knew better than to try to draw out their time at the dinner table for that alone attracted immediate retribution on top of the original penalty. After they were excused from the table, they were to take themselves into our father’s study and wait patiently in front of the Walnut desk. They were not allowed to speak to one another and were instructed to stand back to back, although not touching, facing the book lined walls of the room. And there they had to wait in silence, contemplating their doom. The wait was never less than one hour.

The study was a bastion. A masculine haven. The books lining the walls were old and mostly leather bound volumes. The desk heavy and worn with age but still grand with it’s leather inlay and gold leaf decoratively bordering the leather. It sat on a luxurious Persian rug, which almost covered the entire floor. Father’s favourite pipes sat in their cradle positioned on the desk ready for selection and to be filled with the tobacco which, when lit, filled the room with it’s aromatic bouquet. Behind the desk loomed his massive overstuffed high backed leather chair, the brass upholstery studs winking in the light of the lamp on the desk. The room at night always seemed to beckon you with it’s warmth and on winters evenings there was a fire crackling in the hearth, adding to the ambience of the room.

Except on nights such as Punishment Night. On those nights, the study looked ominous and had about it an air of foreboding, for beyond the portal of the room lay the items responsible for a most cruel and harrowing castigation. I’m sure my brothers felt no warmth from the fire, instead, feeling only the chill of fear and dread, waiting nervously and listening for the sound of those heels, beating a staccato on the parquetry floor as they approached the study. Their dinner I’m sure, now sitting like lead in their stomachs.

Positioned upon the desk were her instruments of correction. Evidence of her preparations. A silver chalice which held a pungent and foul smelling lotion, always covered with a small cloth, sat prominently on the desk. A thick, worn, heavy leather strap was essential, her preferred implement of Corporal Punishment. It lay alongside the glistening chalice. Thick bundles of twine and a large wooden ruler were also among the array of arranged articles. Inanimate objects, but the very sight of them was horrifying enough to send chills down the spines of My brothers.

Finally, Grandmother would finish the last mouthful of her cup of tea, smooth down her dress after standing from the table and begin to make her way to the study. It seemed that the only sounds in the house at that time were the sounds of her heels clicking as she walked and the ‘tick tock’ of our Grandfather clock.

The study door was deliberately left open while the punishment was being delivered, serving as a reminder to other siblings in the house to behave as directed.

Her ritual was always the same. “Eyes to Me” she’d snap in a clear but cold voice as she entered the room. My brothers would jump with fright but have to turn and face her, remaining still while she swept past them to reach for the ruler on the desk. Returning to stand in front of them now she’d order them to drop their trousers to their ankles quick smart. Followed by a stern warning that any snivelling would afford them a generous dose of Castor Oil each. The supreme humiliation of standing before Grandmother with their private parts on display heralded the commencement of their punishment. Her gaze was steely, her eyes a strange, pale green, which now looked reptilian.

Both males would now be shivering in fright and regretting deeply their indiscretions. Their apparent remorse was always treated with disdain and contempt by Grandmother and one could assume that she was indifferent to their plight.

The punishment now under way and affording them no more respite, Grandmother would order “punishment positions!” For this the brothers had to turn and face each other. She directed one brother to hold tightly the tip of his brother’s ‘William’, as she referred to their penises. It had to be stretched taut, which in itself looked agonising. Grandmother would stand facing the two hapless boys and when she was ready, she would bring that ruler down like a Samurai Sword, a dozen or more times upon the taut penis. Blow after blow it came down, and she was impassive during her task, disregarding the wails, tears and screams of pain. Unable to pull away for each sibling knew that if he aided his brother he would suffer for it himself.

She was an expert. The skill and accuracy in which she was able to make each stroke land precisely where she wanted it was, to say the least, surprising given her senior years. Intent on achieving pure agony, she would continue on relentlessly, despite My brother’s anguished screams.

When it was over for him, it now became the other’s turn to suffer a similar fate. Often times worse for the second victim because he not only witnessed at close range the misfortune of the other, but had been forced to partake of his accomplice’s demise while watching helplessly. The punishment made possible by his own reluctant helping hand. All the while, as he watched his brother suffer at the hands of his torturous Grandmother, his stomach was knotted with fear at the sure knowledge that he was next.

Finally, when this part of the penalisation was over, even as the boys were sobbing with pain and self-pity, the next segment of the punishment was being prepared. The desk was cleared and the first boy was grabbed viciously by the ear and led blubbering to face the desk, his trousers still around his ankles. “Bend forward” was the directive. Arms outstretched, facing forward and body resting across the desk, raised bare buttocks, he waited in terror for those few precious moments until she was ready. The other one was commanded to stand behind the desk, facing his sibling to watch his trouncing while holding him firmly in position. He was to secure his hands and if necessary, push down on the shoulders if he tossed and twisted too much while he was receiving that dreadful strapping.

Grandmother loved that strap I’m sure, as I was never privy to any display of affection shown by her to any object either living or not, other than that strap. She handled it with obvious reverence and the boys were clearly in awe of it. And they had good reason.

To be continued...

Copyright Mrs Birch 2007. No part of this story in part or full may be reproduced without written permission from Mrs Jennifer Birch

Talk about reliving chalkdust memories....

2007-06-08T21:12:00.000-07:00

For anyone who is into reading about or reliving genuine chalkdust memories, you really do have to read 'The Unfortunate Adventures of Zippy' posted here on my blog.

How they came about was when I noticed many comments from someone called Zippy, recently added on my blog entries.

As they come through to me by email first, I started reading them before publishing. Well, I found the stories hilarious! They are priceless and remind me of an age of Discipline that no longer exists but is a particular favourite of mine. (Zippy you really were incorrigible!! In fact, I believe you still are and would do very well to go over my knee for a good slippering!)

I was in fits of laughter (sorry Zippy) with tears running down my face reading about her antics and subsequent punishments from the likes of 'she of the plimsolls and long arms'. (Zippy you really should publish your memoirs!)

Anyway, so entertaining were Zippy's stories that I just had to write to her and ask permission to post them on my blog for all to enjoy. Zippy graciously agreed so I do hope that you enjoy reading them as much as I do.

Thank you for sharing with us Zippy! We appreciate you!

To everyone else, stay tuned!

While I am on the subject of memoirs and reliving chalkdust memories, if there is anyone else out there who would also like to share their spanking and discipline experiences or fictional stories, please send me your stories or photogrqaphs or illustrations, I would love to include them here for all to share. You retain the copyright to your stories of course, as does Zippy retain the rights to her stories posted here. I will link back any articles or photographs you send to me, to your site.

Discipline was very much a part of my own childhood but I don't think I could match Zippy's tales or sense of adventure that ended up causing her so much pain over the years!

Mrs Birch

The unfortunate adventures of Zippy, part 8

2007-06-06T20:49:00.000-07:00

You mean you DONT sleep Mrs B?

Oh dunbo---its night HERE but DAY over there! Oh NO-- it IS REAL, huh! Its a case of am SORREE Mrs Birch, I thought was cyberland totally, the pits gone deeper, YOUR comment about floodgates (gulp, that sinking feeling, good job am in bed as wouldnt have got my legs to stop shaking to get outa chair --even the ok right one would have given out wi flamming shock at a sudden THUD of shock to find, letting floodgates open!) oh its that sick, breath catching, stomach rises up to throat, thighs feel weak, trying to regain composure--outlet of breath tween teeth after shock intake of air---this is fear, A 4 letterd (christ I cant flipping SPELL now)---how do spell letterd or lettered---LEATHERD thats an easy one (cant imagine why!! yeh I CAN, can feel it from recesses of memories, oh hell HOW did I get to this?)

oh yes a 4 letter word F.E.A.R =fear, fear of wot tho, OH yes -- of the person not met, but whose work is shown, & some poor butt is getting ready for the action---wish hadnt thought of that, the fear was going, but it could be my butt. Any MERCY out there? I mean you dont wallop females as hard as the fellahs do you Mrs Birch? Mrs Birch that IS a serious question! You wouldnt would you---no its all sissy boys, blokes with thick skin, literally thick hide. Im speechless now--ok THAT never lasts long, thats were Zippy came from "ZIP it!!"---"NO WONT" just stuck tip off tongue out, pulled a face & zipped off PDQ!!! could run then, not in godam chair.

But if was in school hall could swivvell, spin, run circles round---did it in hospital when slipping out to sneak a fag. That ward sister tho that last time---came back feeling sick as 1st in 7 days & 1st time let off ward, she had said on admittance "All cigaretes, lighters, matches to be handed over---fire risk in case your tempted while on ward!" well she didnt check--silly!!!! So was iristable when going out for fresh air---like leaning outa window at school to have one or in sluice when working---even as a sister myself always mananged to sneak one---perfume, channel 19 is good or gorgio even better, mouth wash to be fresh for ones patients etc.

Never one to not bother with niceties of life---thats just polite isnt it? Not one of those who lets it all go chair or no damn chair--- but oh that last fag, she found them as decided to shunt me back to bed & they dropped to floor----oh s H 1 T! sorry sorry Mrs Birch an s anH a1 & aT---no that wont help will it---but she grabbed those fags, srunched em up in hand, just looking an icy look, ordered "into bed, you should know better!!" left a small receptacle & DARED me not to miss it if nausea overcame me-- it didnt, it was this fear type feeling. Gave up the habit 4months ago tho---well Id go an wop a copper if they tried to stop me smoking in this godam country from july 1st---yes its being banned in public, in home if anyone objects like a never smoking nearest n dearest----so easier to quit while ahead.Think I will do that now tooo, darn it why am I letting it all out!IDIOT! NO not you Mrs B (heaven forbid anyone would be daft enough to think that cos THAT your NOT!!!) a magnetic to misdemeanours YES (stifling a giggle there---sorry---but am being honest, possibly for 1st time in life---perhaps its a cathartic means to accepting its over---juvenile deliquency has to end sometime, throw in towel, all those years trying to reprimand 3 sons yet thinking "Yes you little sod, do it again, scrump more apples, yes of course the dog chewed up your homework & you tripped over trying to get it back so yeh can write that letter getting you off cross country run!!"

They say "mum will never go to 2nd childhood, she never left her 1st!"----THEY are good young men tho Mrs Birch---due to their dads wisdom I guess, never laid a hand on them, only had to look & reason with them. Guess theyd heard what I had done & have more fipping sense---3, all slim, around 5ft11", 6ft & 6ft2"---their gran, my mum, now gone so sadly---she spared the rod too, decided school could do a better job. DONT DARE say owt about her tho----thats off limits Mrs B. She was such a gentle soul & never knew the half, school never told full details.

Well cherio, & a paddling you will go no doubt----sorry couldnt resist THAT one! but am sure you wont have a memory relapse tho. Not shaking or scared again now, so that song "WIMOWAY,whimoway the lioness sleeps tonight--woo-oow oh wimoway" or perhaps you havent heard that one in Aus:

OH sorry again Mrs Birch--it just slips out.

Respects,

Zippy

The unfortunate adventures of Zippy, part 7

2007-06-01T19:41:00.000-07:00

Mrs Birch, it doesnt seem to matter if what I read, I just keep getting all those stinging, waspish, bad pain, of bruisings coming back & back---wot deeds Ive done, always out of dares or yah boo so can you (NO NOT you Mrs Birch)--am not so brave -or stoopid now--I keep thinking of the menace in your message about plimsole & visiting, as England aint that big a place! & Ive a horrible gut feeling my destiny is to get caught up with by you.

Hiding in the church after whole school taken termly, dum waste of time & ALWAYS when an art lesson or something easy (couldnt have been flippen maths could it---BUT it did serve a purpose, well--at the time it was a good idea & the picture of sister Patrice brought this back!! my pal was good at maths, me at art, drawing--easy---get to the church sunday, hide her work for me to exchange for diagrams she wanted help with in the foot stool box--no-one would use those two items of furniture over night & we would be there 1sst thing to take our places at that area for 4th years!! no staff except an oldie who always dozed off thro sermon---easy she could drop me the maths answers, I could avert eyes down in --er shall we say contemplation!!!

oh god Im gonna regret this I just feel it---so ok, eyes down for full house, looks good, get points for this one---no wallops in sight here---aha!! got em!! cant do b all on this & am doing a mate a favour too, so youd approve of THAT---wouldnt you, my pal used to get asthma wen stressed & drawing stressed her---me? well for once could avoid the HAND/fingers drumming & the shock contact wi wotever she to be obeyed had in or to hand. SO do the sketch, give to pal, scibble the dratted maths answers down---easy!!! Trouble was my pal had put wrong book for the drawing & the geography teacher didnt appreciate the romam centurion on the next page after summut about corned beef coming from Argentinia!!!! (was about ALL I learnt in geo that corned beef came from argentinia!--but I was gonna learn about cheatin so I found!)

oh no not again!!!!

me pal was ok. But I got accussed of corrupting her!!!! wot a cheek!!! The history teacher found it funny-- so thought phew thats ok then--saved by bein in the church!! but the dep head got suspicious when told Id not got 1 maths question wrong, looked at drawing & had started to recognise my drawing/doodling style from those moments when in detention you look out of the window & absentmindedly doodle something down & as she insisted on pen not pencil--no chance to rub it out. she stormed into our room, just dragged me out---well it was art an she didnt wait for me to drop paint brush (silly lady!) NO I mean daft ME Mrs Birch---over the damn desk, up goes skirt,down thud the red heated plimsole--well it wasnt my fault the paint on brush splashed over her chair---that wasnt in my control was it???

No it was-nt!!

she sends me out & must have exhausted herself & yep she sat in the damn paint----so who gets the blame? 1 flaming guess--Im gettin a bit paranoid now but it did seem "if in doubt--zap zippy---oh blazing bum cheeks NOT AGAIN, NOT 3 times in a week & pleeeze NOT TWICE in one day, my maths is bad but even I can count to three (maths teacher wots 1 plus 1? have just spent lunch time snogging boyfriend, so daydream believer says 3--oh hawd damn it she sees the love bite the silly sod had left n Id not seen!--so its 4 times that week.

swash bang thud aargh!

THAT really does make me sqeal---things were tooo tenderised) 5 day week, 4 wallops--you do get a sinking feeling by then---will they EVER give up--go pick another butt for pitys sake!!! couldnt go horse riding that weekend, spent it lying on belly on bed reading, listening to pirate radio

CAROLINE, Blackberry Way took a whole new meaning that weekend & they kept playing it too. Is there NO JUSTICE!!!! yeh I know your justice/their justice.no justice. No wonder ALICE COOPERS Schools Out for SUMMER was/is me fav all time rock song. WHY DO YOU so fond of the thrashing enjoy it so much!!! (sorry should have pretexted the ? with "Mrs Birch"--I forgot) why do we who have had it, feel it never leaves you---I mean it doesnt work cos else we wouldnt keep getting more.

OH ECK why did you say that dumbo--you like the answer. respects Mrs Birch, hell am too darn nervous not to respect, having seen your "handy work"!

Think will zip off awhile.

regards,

Zippy

The unfortunate adventures of Zippy, part 6

2007-05-30T21:37:00.000-07:00

Hmm! am NOT sure I should have read Maid Marrion again, PROPERLY Mrs Birch---my empathy with her, is rather stronger than Id thought--since confessing my misdemeanors recently & am sure glad I aint a FELLAH---oops--you really ARENT messing in softly does are you Mrs Birch- (gulps, eyes water--a bit!)-but praps its JUST pictures & stories? NOT ACTUALLY real???!!

uh oh! sorry, I guess the feeling in pit of my stomach says "zippy--just zipp it & pray for absolution---NOW!!" You do have "that"look that threw terror, when an old teacher got that cold n ruthless look on her face --- it was the finger drumming of impatience, that "I cant be bothered with excuses, but I will make you squirm before the big drop " --

Ive rolled my eyes this way that way in past to avoid her stare---its obviously the look of disciplinarians--the world over---poor maid marion----Im REALLY getting the frights now!!!

thank goodness ours was a day school & the days of maids gone cos I got into enough sore butt sqirms---

had I had to be a maid---would have done a runner methinks.

But wots the saying "you can run, but not hide forever!"---I heard that on my heels a few times. Hope maid marions got home safely now!!! oh eck---sorry Mrs Birch---a deeper hole I dig, but your site does sort of make one think---HARD!! Nope its not a story is it? No daft question---do those marks LOOK like a fairytail? er-- no they dont & I dont want to anger you so sorry---

respect, zippy as in I should have respected my teachers & tutors/ward sisters & matron. I was a soft touch when I got promoted---yes ok--they must have been desperate! & yes I spose I pulled wool over eyes to get jobs (smiling sweetly, & being very um oh wots the word, am trying to think of summut that will get me outa this deep dug hole of sort of terror!)

byee,

Zippy

The unfortunate adventures of Zippy, part 5

2007-05-30T21:30:00.000-07:00

Its ok folks--safe to come out!! shes missed those last two----

was just the cyber spankers let them thro---and like fairies at bottom of garden--sssh! they dont exist---so fear not, THINK its all got away with now. Mrs B sleeps soundly and all is well; doesnt half give you that stomach churning, dry mouth, weakness in your thighs when the fright/flight flies out of you & there you are--a quivering wreck, normally articulate & able to grin & charm/talk your way out of ANY situation---

BANG! its gone, your heart beat thuds in your own ears & you hope upon hope THEY cant hear it--see your chest pounding, cos then you know your done for. feet cement to floor, all rational thought of "theres the window, go on just make that bound & youll be safe from implements of pain!" You gulp, lick /bit dry lips--try to stop tensing your toes--a quiver of sheer stonkin FEAR isolates you from her (whoever she was in the past or moment) & seering pain--is the 1st thwack worst or the 1s that follow--those you cant count cos they have pounded into one haze. Gripping desk or arms of chair--the floor even if its over the lap--THATS the worst, the warmth of lap but the indignity of that closeness, at least a desk or over a chair doesnt fill you with dread that you might just wet yourself with fear--imagine the ANGER that would instill, no praps its best not thought about--imagine the agony-

the thought wells up "oh hells teeth! not only is the butt red but the face too!! & they always had a way of making you look up to face them---no matter HOW brief you made it/or tried.

"Dont crack, dont let tears well up cos THEN your beat, youv lost the defiance-"-& THATS all you had left to save face, just mutter the expected sorry Miss, no wont again Miss, cos thats whats expected & if you dont crack---well its 1 up to you--nil to discipline!!

I never lost it--somehow managed to keep the end up (sorry not meant as pun!)---oh hells bells, praps "just desserts" does come back to haunt you---

I feel a sort of forboding---like cyber space may catch up one day & become THE biggest nightmare ever---have never written it down before & NOW it seems a bit scary, the memories of the wots, whens, whose, or WHO to come.

Sometimes zippy your your own worst enemy---gob goes into gear, & those remindings flood back--beware of wot I have done? where did I read that---did he feel like this, awkward, timewarped somehow. I dunno I aint a friggin pshycologist!!!! so tip toe out while the lioness sleeps---she wont even know youve been---ummm!! well perhaps THATS wishfull thinking,"You will be glad you did!" Aaaarrgh!! I dont think so somehow---get me outa here---

have a nice day Mrs Birch,

the uks wet cold dismal um--wot else, summers not so hot here either!!

respectfully & a tad nervous--more like petrified--ok I admit it!

cherio,

Zippy

The unfortunate adventures of Zippy, part 4

2007-05-30T21:23:00.000-07:00

Oh heck Mrs Birch,

I really have opened the flood gates now AND more memories keep flooding in my brain like cascades of fire n brimestone. An old night sister when I was a student said that one day I would get my just desserts, for my school record and for mysteries of why her set essays never quite made it onto her desk.

There was the time in our drama studio at school when a banned record by the BBC suddenly wafted thro the school radio system. Someone sneaked a copy in and dared me to play it--yep uv guessed, I did---play it that is then legged it pdq outa the studio---they didnt have enough evidence it was me really--but that long hard hand resounded sharply from a sneak up position from behind me next am in assembly. WHY AM I TELLING YOU a total stranger, thousands of miles away this---knowing full well it could all catch up on me rather rappidly the way time flies by.

am insane--must be---but I wasnt honest on that and denied knowing anything about IT (dishonesty isnt really me Mrs B) so that got 3 smacks on bare legs!!

my stomachs notted, am very uncomfortable, oh blimey (oh sorry--is that swearing cos am trying not too, bearing in mind your politeness at all times bit) theres just soooo much---thats why my school pals--we are still in contact in this part of ENGLAND--they say Im the least changed by mind!! eh! wot do they mean---am a flipping adult woman now (feeling like a 14yr old guilty kid again) !!!

Well as a student we had strict hour of being in by in our quarters, so we would leave bathroom window open slightly so when the home sister came checking, someone would be in bathrm pretending to be bathing but often had going out outfit on under dressing gowns or theatre scrubs. she would glance in see window shut & assume it locked!!!! wrong!! piece of wood to wedge it so clasp didnt shut!!!

we were 18yrs & wanted fun!!!!! so be out, get in about 4am---up n on duty for 6.30am alas often hung over!!!! a disciplinary offence--if caught---amazing wot black coffee can do with double whams in it. DID get caught, well once I think!!! men in our rooms was a nono (and folk think nurses are --well---we could n couldnt, another---no I dont think better go there!!!).

yes we lived like nuns!!!! well you stuffed the bloke under yer bed or in wardrobe, piling all cloothes plus cloak over them---there have said it. OR if a ledge outside bedroom windowsill, made em get out n balance there-----thats not toooo bad is it, I mean we were 18yrs to 21yrs!!! got a give us a bit of a break Mrs Birch----wont you??? (daft question I suppose---hey have you a GSOH??? or shouldnt I ask--huhh!!!)

EVER SEEN A med student hoiked up legs in straddles like they do to us women for medicals??? then leave em there!!!??? even better frog plaster em!!! Hum dont tell me---youve had a humour removal---sorry, sorry, thats disrepectful!

well Im now scaring myself cos this is tip of iceburge your gonna think---

well id best go, enjoy your trip to the states am off on hols middle of july---

respectfully,

zippy

The unfortunate adventures of Zippy, part 3

2007-05-30T21:18:00.000-07:00

OH!!! Its a small ol world isnt it Mrs Birch?

you never said in any of your other areas you come to the UK. I am a bit on the flustered side now, but am a long way from swinging London & lots of travelling would make you rather tired wouldnt it? Blimey miss Im not THAT bad that youd actually be, being serious about that plimsole----are you? I mean it was a long time ago & Iv brought up 3 sons,(ok they werent angels but theyd make any mum proud now & are very handsome--well Im biased ---but their girlfriends & younger women find them very sweet & charming so am told)

wot I mean is ---ohhhhhhhhh---dong--you think I still could do with um--wotsit--attitude correction (hang on while I GULP--) no sorry OF course you dont hang on---thats not on is it. OH no you mean you WILL get to the root of why my husband just gives up wi me, & a friends mum was furious when someone pinched me parking space, even tho he could see me indicating to swing in---well I did loose my temper & wind down window to shout (am being honest, not rude to you Mrs Birch,oh eck)---"I wouldnt piss on yer if yer were on bleedin fire oik!"--- Am NOT being disrespectful to YOU--its just it just came out me mouth & always has done---

I used to be able to leg it at school, college etc. And I dont suppose using a wheelchair now cos of a dead leg will swing much MERCY from you either willit--well I dont expect sympathy---its just if I saw you coming Id be unable to avoid you at last minute----why am I suddenly dry mouthed & wishing Id kept it zipped?

All of a sudden I have that HOUSE OF THE RISING SUN song whizzing in my brain---and I was playing that on organ earlier today. IRONIC now. have a feeling alot more misdemeanors are likely to get dragged out if we do meet MRS Birch.

respectfully yours,

zippy.

ps. dont hurry to the uk tho will you, wouldnt want to put you out BYEEE

The unfortunate adventures of Zippy, part 2

2007-05-30T21:12:00.000-07:00

Oh hello Mrs B, uh, well I didnt let the stick insects out again--a padlock was put on the container!! I um wasnt expecting an answer--oh shit--no sorry I mean oh eck--guess had better tell ALL--are you in a goodish mood/not a bad day like? hope not well here goes---

there was the mice incident Miss, but I think you may be more tolerant of this as was mission of mercy!!!! HONEST--It WAS!! If Id not nicked them they were gonna be gassed by this evil witch of a science teacher so they could be dissected---not done these days so well--I pinched em, ran down the sports field & let them loose in scrumping (ignore scrumping that sort of slipped out) orchard.

Again I dunno why I got dobbed in it--a prefect i guess. Well she came they were gone -i got hauled off again & all dep head kept doing was "TELL TRUTH--in or out of buildings"---well I wasnt THAT daft was I? If had left em loose IN they would have set traps for them so told her so & theyd have to run round orchard to find em so there---guess that was a bit cheeky but it just came out like am telling it now MrsBirch--I gotta have points for HONESTY havent I?--no, I guess not (dejected!)---

well again it was thunderous, that flaming plimsole was almost on fire (or so my bum thought--guess was lucky she had broken her paddle slamming it down on desk before I was down n over---AGAIN! was determined wasnt gonna make a sound tho & didnt! 1 up to me there I guess----

surely youd have been a bit more tolerant under those circumstances/wouldnt you? I mean the mice were safe, school was safe from mice so the rat bag murderous one was left wi no lesson wasnt she---but I guess am wrong---you will take there side on that & would have made sure your implements didnt break---yeh yeh I guess the thrashing & detention essays were valid (ok I know when am beaten as in cant get out of it!) you cant blame me for trying tho surely---anyhow thats all I will admit too for now I think as am feeling rather uh, well am not sure really--but rather relieved theres a big pond of ocean between us---sorry!

Im starting to be a bit repentant now, guess being honest occassionly pays dont it (I mean doesnt it).

sorry for any offence caused.

happy day to you,

zippy

The unfortunate adventures of Zippy

2007-05-30T21:02:00.000-07:00

wow! Mrs Birch, you have hit on a very painfull memory of mine here in the UK in 1968

I was 14yrs & I guess what you wouldnt have put up with NOW either! Am half afraid to tell you---but maybe theres a bit of GSOH there? No in these cases? what do I do----oh hell go for it, your other side of world so my butt is safe--- well it was a dare & I could never resist a good dare (ok still cant---still the 14yr old within I guess that no one quite managed to belt outa me)---have a sinking feeling that you might given a chance---challenge I guess!! well the stick insects in the bio lab did look thin!! so it was thought by someone maybe a feed in the dom science/cookery store cupboard would give em a good feed!! (any humour there with you? cos Im terrified telling you this now I honestly am!---so I got dared to do the deed.

well it was like all hell had been let loose---I mean it was a bit ott the reaction, they dont hurt anyone, stick insects that is---no more than a witchety grub would & no way was I gonna let them get harmed---dont know how the mistress guessed/assumed it was me in 1st place---she just yelled for help to catch them---i went to rescue amidst giggles from class---got them all back in a box.

Next am hauled off to our dep head--a rather fearsome---dare I say, but rather like you look & sound---thats not meant impolitely (she says fast)--well 1 look at her face told me it was BIG trouble, theres a look you dont forget! I think sheer terror as her long hands & fingers drummed her desk as the D/S teacher told story & suspicion---I couldnt answer for dry mouth as her eyes darted tween her hands, plimsole on wall & ME---she asked why I was the 1---i didnt get to answer even as she swung me over, lifted skirt & started swatting my ass as if hitting wasps (felt like wasps stings too!)

I still dont know how many or wot she used as her implement of choice----I guess it was plimsole else she wouldnt have been able to use her hand after!!!?? all I know it was a week before i could sit without some padding down my knickers!!! awkward to hide during gym---& it did get confiscated by day 3. gym teacher just tutted & pulled it out! guess was lucky she didnt report that else lord knows wot the wacker would have done. would you really have gone that bonkers for some stick insects?--er I guess thats a dumb question, now, remembering who you are!!! so sorry no offence meant---oh--do I send this? i ask myself as I can feel a squirming going on.

SO I guess if I wasnt safely here in UK I wouldnt be telling you this, but that smarting, sting, bruising seems all too real all these years on & that 14yr old in me still comes out---its never gone away---so praps the pain doesnt work after all----no, no, I didnt mean that, sorry---am sure it would now--older/wiser---& maybe not caught enough times for sins not accounted for---ie) guilty concionse---sorry cant spell it--oh damn I feel a deeper hole being dug ms birch. think Id best stop NOW. sincerely & thankyou, for your attention---see I must be getting a bit more um--er--not sure wot but am perspiring.

bye, zippy.

The Gym Instructor

2007-05-28T05:43:00.000-07:00

Mrs Beatty was the most fearful creature at the Gymnasium. The students feared her, the other teachers even feared her, but most of all the Janitor feared her. And not without good reason, for he had just been caught by Mrs Beatty peeping through a small hole in the wall, which opened into the girl's shower room.
Mrs Beatty was a frightening woman with a formidable presence. Rumours were rife around the school regarding the reasons for her sudden departure from her last post. It was said that she had earned herself a reputation at her last school, for meting out Corporal Punishment readily and in copious quantities, and that one caning from her was enough to turn the most unruly of students into a cherub, so severe were her beatings.
Although no-one at the school had actually endured one of her fabled thrashings, not one student was brave enough to push her over her ever teetering limit of tolerance to disprove the myth surrounding her. Mrs Beatty had joined the school at the beginning of the first term and was instantly disliked by the students. She never smiled, never shouted, never used foul language or raised her voice. Mrs Beatty didn't need to. The mere sight of her as she entered the room was enough to silence her brood. Never one to indulge in casual conversation, Mrs Beatty only uttered that which was necessary.
Her mouth was large and perpetually set in a threatening attitude. The ever present, mean expression on her face hardened her features, which was unfortunate, for she had obviously been a great beauty in her day. She was nearing fifty and growing more resentful as she aged, albeit not gracefully.
A permanent adornment around her neck was a silver whistle. This she used with alarming regularity and it drove her students mad. The shrill sound of that whistle was the only cue needed by all in earshot to heed whatever directive which was about to be propelled their way.
Mrs Beatty had just finished training with her Netball teams and had dismissed them into the showers. She decided to check on the hole in the wall that she had instructed the Janitor to fix many days ago. She did not like the man and considered him a lazy waste of space with no more ability to carry out maintenance or minor repairs than any one of the students from the Needlepoint class. He, she convinced herself, deliberately made that hole, for his own disgusting end.
When not taking a class, Mrs Beatty prowled the corridors. She stalked as carefully as a lioness, and swooped as silently as an owl, ever ready to pounce on her quarry, always looking out for an opportunity to restore law and order.
Today, her diligent pursuit was rewarded. She came across the Janitor as he furtively savoured the sight of those frolicking, showering netballers through the safety of his spy hole. His right hand was reaching inside the front of his trousers and quite obviously he was engaging in the act of self-abuse. He was oblivious to all else as he dared to sneak a peek through his spyhole. He had quite forgotten the great peril that could descend upon him at any moment.
So engrossed was the Janitor in the sight through that cranny, that he failed to notice her arrival! The showers were full of laughing, shrieking netballers totally unaware of the unfolding drama on the other side of the wall.
A thin smile broke across Mrs Beatty's lips and she silently rejoiced that at last she had caught him in the most compromising situation imaginable. This unforgivable breach of trust would surely earn him his termination from this trusted position. But not before she meted out some of her own style of retribution.
Catching the unsuspecting fool peering through the hole, instead of mending it, she grabbed him harshly by his earlobe and dragged him yelping in pain towards her office. He was so shocked at being caught and at the swiftness of her actions that he began to gasp with fright in between whimpers of pain from the needle sharp sting in his earlobe. Being captured so frightfully off guard it did not occur to him to try to escape. Instead he helplessly lurched forward, hunched over, alongside her.
When they reached the sanctity of her office she flung him into the room and slammed the door shut, sealing off his escape route. Angry and red-faced, she whirled to face him and demanded an explanation from him.
"Just what in the world do you think you were up to you disgusting little man?" hissed Mrs Beatty.
"Ah, oh, I'm ah, oh dear, oh dear, please, I'm, oh" he spluttered, quite unable to formulate a suitable explanation let alone offer her one.
"Just as I thought you filthy little man. I am going to teach you a lesson and show you exactly what happens to filthy Peeping Toms who peer through cracks in walls. You are going to be thrashed so severely for your dirty behaviour and you will be very sorry indeed after I have finished with you. So, you like bottoms eh? Get over that desk right now and let's have those trousers down NOW!"
"Oh, please Mrs Beatty, I beg you not to inform the Head" he went on suddenly finding his tongue.
"Be quiet! You were given your chance to speak and you blew it! I know exactly what you were up to. Stop that blubbering immediately!" snapped Mrs Beatty who was showing no sign of weakening.
The Janitor stood there like a mute. He began twisting and wringing his hands in an act of extreme embarrassment for being caught in such a position. He was terrified of this woman and could comprehend fully the enormity of his predicament. Desperate now in his attempt to find words to offer Mrs Beatty so that he may convince her that she was totally mistaken in her summation of his supposed offence, he attempted to speak.
"I said be QUIET!" enunciated Mrs Beatty.
And with that, he gulped back his words.
Mrs Beatty always kept a good selection of punishment implements at her disposal for just such occasions. 'Let's see now, how many young ladies were in that shower room? I think we'll triple that number and start off with that amount of strokes to your behind, maybe I should invite every one of those young ladies in here to witness your predicament, GET THAT BOTTOM INTO THE AIR'.
"I beg your pardon Madam?" mumbled the Janitor.
Mrs Beatty totally ignored him, quietly turned and paced a few steps towards a freestanding wardrobe that stood in the corner of her office. As she walked, she drew a small set of keys from the pocket of her skirt. Standing before the cupboard, she searched very calmly through the array of keys until she appeared to locate the one that obviously opened the lock of the wardrobe.
The action of her placing the key very deliberately into the lock and slowly turning it sent shivers up and down his spine. He was mesmerised watching her. Oddly, it did not occur to him to flee the room while her back was turned. He could have but fear kept him rooted to the spot. Fear, and curiosity.
From the day that Mrs Beatty arrived at the school, he had been a very interested in knowing just what was in that locked cupboard. It was brought in to her office by some of the students under her direction, after the removalists had left it sitting in Administration. It had invoked intense inquisitiveness from all who spied it.
Now, it would appear that the Janitor was about to find out what was so important to be kept under lock and key! He had never been in her office before. This was a rare moment for him. For so long he had been sweating on an opportunity to sneak into her office to take a peek around. He was such a furtive creature and never could resist the temptation to trespass into other's territory. Forever hoping to dig up some dirt on others so that he may be seen in a different light to what he was.
The room was fairly austere with no signs of comfort anywhere. No pictures on the wall, no rugs on the floor. The desk was a simple affair with her papers piled neatly in the corner of the desk. The chair hardly offered any comfort either and overall the room reflected her personality. Cold, dour and unfriendly. While he was taking in the contents of the room, his gaze fell upon the rear view of Mrs Beatty. Tall, solid and broad shouldered. Her hair was auburn and pulled back into a severe French roll. Nobody had ever seen her with her hair any different.
Quick as lightning, Mrs Beatty whipped her head around to glare at the Janitor, just as she was about to open the wardrobe door.
"I told you to get those trousers down and bend over that desk." she crooned, her face expressionless. The Janitor's eyes widened as he stared at her, startled out of his wits. He couldn't fathom whether she was serious or not, so soft were the words she had just spoken. For a moment, neither of them moved. They stood motionless, staring at each other. He stood there pondering this confusing new tone of voice. Perhaps she was softening after all? She, on the other hand, was starting to boil, only, he was too stupid to realise it. Slowly her temper started to rise, for the fool was appearing to defy her.
Mrs Beatty had no intention of saying another word or moving a muscle until he was bent over her desk with his trousers around his ankles, naked buttocks perched high ready for a well deserved thrashing.
As he stood there peering at Mrs Beatty and pondering the situation, he became aware that her face had changed form. No more was it expressionless, rather it was fearsome. She now looked frightening. Her eyes were slitted and her lips were pursed. Her nostrils were pinched and she looked like she was going to tear him from limb to limb.
His confusion was cleared in an instant and he understood very well that she was deadly serious. Although he was reluctant to do as she ordered, he was even more so about not doing what he was told. It was catch 22 for him. He knew that she was going to beat him, but the alternative was worse! Surely she would inform the Headmaster of her findings if he didn't allow her to beat him. He assumed that the impending beating was an alternative to facing the Headmaster.
His body started to tremble as he fumbled to disengage the belt that held his trousers up. His fingers felt like raw sausages as he tried unsuccessfully to unbutton his trousers. The humiliation he felt at being forced to undress in front of Mrs Beatty was unbearable to say the least. When at last he opened the button that held those trousers up, they crumpled around his ankles to display a pair of threadbare boxer shorts.
"Those too!", ordered Mrs Beatty, pointing to his boxer shorts. This he found particularly difficult to do and was about to implore her not to force him to do so when he saw her face change in an instant. Quickly he turned to face the desk and slid his shorts down, wedging them against the front of the desk so that they would not fall completely. The thought of having those shorts around his ankles was enough to strip him of the last vestiges of his pride.
As he steeled himself to lean forward and place himself across the desk in such a vulnerable position, Mrs Beatty took a hold of his shorts and wrenched them viciously all the way down to his ankles, exposing naked buttocks.
Now the janitor started to tremble with real fear and dread. He no longer held out any hopes for a reprieve.
Mrs Beatty's rubber soled gym shoes padded softly across the room towards the direction of the wardrobe. He couldn't help but look at her as she walked away. "Eyes to the front!" she spat, not even bothering to turn to look at him.
"Good Heavens" he thought, "she has eyes in the back of her head!" but he did as he was told without comment.
As the wardrobe door swung gently open, a wide array of leather straps slowly came into view. Among these treasured items hung a Lochgelly Tawse, an antique Razor strop, a selection of straps and a number of fine rattans. As she stood perusing the contents of her wardrobe, Mrs Beatty was well aware that the janitor's tension and fear was building with each passing minute. By the time she intended to deal with him, his nerves would be just about ready to snap!
She stood there for quite some time in deliberation over which implements would be used to thrash his scrawny bottom. After she carefully picked up each implement in turn, she went to great lengths to demonstrate it's virtues. One by one, she swished each cane through the air, again and again, forcing him to cringe and shudder with every swoosh. Each cane she flexed and tapped against the palm of her hand and then casually inspected the entire length of the cane before replacing it on it's hook in the wardrobe.
Except one. This one she laid on the desk just in front of his face.
Startled, the janitor forced himself to look downwards at that deadly rattan which she had laid across the desk in front of him. His eyes were fixated on the cane as it lay resting. He was too terrified to tear his gaze from it, lest it leap into life and thrash him to pieces. As he stared in horror at the cane before him, Mrs Beatty had selected her next implement and was returning to stand in front of the desk. In her hands was draped a thin, long piece of dark leather. It must have been very old for it carried the aroma of age and an aura of dignity.
So supple was that piece of leather that it lay like material in her hands. A quizzical expression came across the Janitor' s face as he began to focus on Mrs Beatty's hands gently caressing the leather strap in her hands. At first glance the leather appeared soft and relatively harmless. It was thin and obviously well worn and the janitor inwardly sighed with relief. No real harm to be inflicted by this at least. Or so he thought.
What it was, was an antique Razor strop. It had been in Mrs Beatty's family for five generations and she had witnessed her male siblings on many occasions throughout her childhood endure a flogging with that strop, administered by her Grandmother. They took many a frightful beating with that strop for misdeeds that Grandmother considered worthy of such a thrashing. The strop was made from the finest horse hide and was indeed well worn to give it it's present suppleness. It certainly was an implement of the utmost severity and one would never forget a leathering from that strop.
Mrs Beatty was holding it now in quiet contemplation, fingering it's length, inhaling it's essence, quite oblivious to the man who was now reduced to a mound of quivering jelly and bent over the desk facing her. She was remembering days gone by. Fond images of her Grandmother, the Matriarch, flooded her memory and Mrs Beatty appeared as if in meditation as she stood there.
Suddenly, the janitor uttered a nervous cough, which brought Mrs Beatty abruptly out of her reverie. As she lifted her head her cold eyes met with the janitor's own bleary, bespectacled gaze. Instantly her piercing stare struck renewed fear into his heart and his blood turned to water in his veins.
He was regretting instantly his stupidity in coughing. He did it deliberately, partly to prompt her into some sort of action, for his nerves had now completely disintegrated, and partly through nervousness. Well, he'd done it now, and his action brought result.
Mrs Beatty drew in her breath, and straightened her shoulders, adding inches to her stature. Not once did she disconnect her gaze from the janitor's until she had walked far enough around the desk to finally address his naked buttocks. His head had swivelled to follow her as she walked until he could no longer look into her eyes.
"Bottom up!" her voice rang out. The janitor had started to whimper softly as he raised his buttocks high off the desk in preparation for his thrashing.
'CRACK !' landed the first stroke of that Razor strop across his buttocks. A livid mark was left in it's wake as the janitor let out a hearty yell.
'CRACK !' The second stroke bit into his pasty buttocks with as much viciousness as the first stroke and the cry that he emitted could have been heard with certainty in the netballer's shower rooms. It was a blood curdling sound and came from the depths of his soul. Never before had he experienced such an occurrence during his 48 years.
He was never punished as a child by way of corporal punishment, and definitely not as a teenager either. His upbringing had been rather laid back, with parents who would rather believe that all problems would find their own solutions more than they believed that it was their responsibility to discipline and guide their child. Although he had harboured a keen fascination for knowing that others had been punished in this manner, it did not extend to needing to find out for himself just what it felt like to be thoroughly thrashed and left with a bottom so sore that you could hardly sit down.
Now as he lay across Mrs Beatty's desk, his buttocks on fire and his sense of deep humiliation for the predicament he was in, caused him to blubber like a child.
He was also in shock. No way did he believe that that harmless looking strap, that she held so gently only moments ago, could wield such an intensely wicked pain. His knuckles had turned white from clutching the edge of the desk so tightly in his agony. His teeth were clenched and his eyes were shut tight as he anticipated the fall of the next stroke.
"SMACK !' He didn't have long to wait as the third blow fell upon his bottom. This stroke she sliced across the flesh, adding to the existing agony. He groaned in pain and his tears slid down his flushed cheeks.
'CRACK !' Again the pain exploded onto his skin and coursed through his body as that strop was brought down. Mrs Beatty was relishing her moment of glory. This was something that she had awaited from the moment she set eyes on this lecherous man. As she delivered her devastating strokes, his body jerked suddenly at the force of each blow, followed by the split second of calm and then the inevitable howl let forth as the pain seared his skin. His bottom had turned crimson now and the first signs of bruising began to surface. This was a virgin bottom indeed, she mused as she prepared for her next swing.
Slowly drawing the strop back over her shoulder she never lifted her focus from the place on his rear that was earmarked for her next delivery. 'SMACK !' Oh this was such sweet glory! Again his body convulsed as she slashed the fearful strap across his wounded bottom. It came to life as she propelled it towards it's target. It was an experience that he would never forget. It was one that she savoured.
Clearly he was suffering under her punishing blows. With every stroke he emitted a piercing yell and it was obvious that he was not expecting such severity. Indeed he was worthy of nothing less.
Before the last stroke was due, Mrs Beatty chose to speak.
"Well, I do hope that you have learned something from your thrashing today sir? I certainly feel that you will remember my lesson the next time you may feel so inclined to behave in such a disgusting manner! Don't you DARE think that what you did will be excused! I intend to give you one last stroke of my Razor strop but NOT before I remind you of the consequences of your perverted behaviour. In future, you will NOT spy on young ladies as they prepare for their shower. IS THAT CLEAR?" lectured Mrs Beatty to the gasping janitor.
He was very miserable and felt extremely remorseful about the fact that he had been caught red- handed by the unrelenting Mrs Beatty. Not that he was sorry for catching a glimpse of those nubile young ladies, after all, they looked to him like they enjoyed being spied upon, the way they flirted with him and teased him at every available opportunity. In his mind, they had invited his audience.
"Are you listening to me?" demanded Mrs Beatty, her voice becoming like poison again.
"Ah, ahm, yes Mrs Beatty, Ma'am, I am listening".
"Right, get those buttocks back into the air and prepare for your final stroke!" commanded Mrs Beatty, taking up her position behind those flaming buttocks again.
With deliberate precision, she drew the strap back over her shoulder for the last time, pausing momentarily as she noticed his buttock muscles tense. She waited. Inevitably, he would relax them if she waited long enough -- and he did! At that precise moment of relaxation, she brought it down with the full force of her swing. Of course it meant that he was unprepared for the intrusion and the stroke carried with it more intensity than the previous five. The momentum of the swing carried the strap back over her opposite shoulder, and he let out a deafening roar as the pain sliced right through the muscles and deep into his bones, leaving behind a memory that would be indelibly ingrained forever.
In silence now, Mrs Beatty stood watching him as he writhed in pain across the desk. His howling had subsided to sobbing and his body was quivering as he wallowed in the aftermath of his final stroke.
"STAND UP!" Mrs Beatty ordered, well after she had delivered her sixth and final stroke of the Razor strop.
Feeling immense relief that the punishment was finally over, the janitor carefully peeled himself off the desk in an attempt to stand upright. The pain that he felt in his buttocks was beyond his wildest imaginings. The afflicted area was a throbbing, burning, angry mass and he was sure that he would not be able to stand properly, let alone walk.
"Pull those trousers up and come with me!" she said with an impassive tone in her voice. "I'm not finished with you yet" A sneer came across her face as she watched the dawning of his disbelief.
Very gingerly, as if riddled with arthritic pain, he bent forward groaning to collect his crumpled shorts from around his ankles with the intention of dressing himself. This did not prove an easy task as the elastic from the shorts dragged across every inch of his tortured flesh no matter how carefully he tried to stretch it away. When that was over he bent slowly once more to retrieve his trousers, and that too was an operation that required the most gentle handling.
But when the trousers were at last in place, the closeness of the material clung to his bruised and swollen buttocks and stirred the pain into life again. His tears fell down his face from extreme agony and he did not know how in the world she could expect him to walk again.
Mrs Beatty watched with amusement as he struggled with his garments. When she was satisfied from the look of his movements that she had inflicted sufficient punishment, she proceeded to put her strop back into the wardrobe. Yes, he had suffered, she thought as she came back to stand in front of him.
Facing him now, Mrs Beatty leaned across the desk to collect the rattan that had been lying there throughout the janitor's ordeal. At the time he was ordered to stand and pull his trousers up, he felt an overwhelming sense of relief as he realised that he was not going to be caned as well!
"Right! Get yourself out that door, because you and I are going for a little walk!" snapped Mrs Beatty.
"She is joking", thought the janitor. "NOW!" said Mrs Beatty raising her voice just slightly in a way that made sure he heeded her. "Get moving!"
With that, he winced as he edged his way through the door, spying the cane in her hand as he passed by her. His eyes widened as the thought struck him that, just maybe, she had intentions of using that as well!
Down the corridor he limped ahead of Mrs Beatty with uncertainty as his companion. Walking gingerly ahead of her like a condemned man, he slowed to turn to face her, wincing from the scalding pain in his rear. He had intended asking her where they were going but Mrs Beatty cut him short with a sharp prod in his tender buttocks, pushing him forward leaving him no doubt that they were headed in the right direction.
He started to cringe as they neared the hole in the wall that had served as his source of entertainment for many weeks now. He was feeling acutely embarrassed as he slunk passed it. He thought how strange that something that had brought him so much pleasure now turned his stomach to stone instead!
As he shuffled passed the hole Mrs Beatty brought him out of his thoughts as she suddenly brought the cane down across his flaming buttocks.
"Yeoooow" he screamed, jumping forward at least four paces. The sudden shock of that stroke brought the searing pain in his clothed bottom to life again and thoughts of that hole were fleeting to say the least. All his attention was yet again, focused on his tortured, burning buttocks.
"GET MOVING!" she snapped in a very unfriendly tone.
They were approaching the shower room and as they neared the door Mrs Beatty thrust him rudely by the scruff of his neck against the wall. She forced his face hard up against the wall so that his nose was squashed against it and it hurt. "Get those hands on your head!" He did not dare to argue.
"Wait there and DON'T you move!" ordered Mrs Beatty and with her command, disappeared in through the door.
He could hear the laughter and banter of the girls inside and then a silence fell. For a moment he heard the muffled voice of Mrs Beatty and then a chorus of laughter from the netballers. What on earth was she telling them? Surely she wasn't going to do what he thought she was going to do?
As he stood there with his face pressed hard up against the wall, he started to pray. Not something that he did often, but today he felt the need to.
Just then, the door to the shower room swung open and there in the doorway loomed Mrs Beatty. Behind her were the fourteen girls that made up the school's two netball teams. Mrs Beatty's face was sombre. The faces on the girls peeking at him from behind her were not! They were giggling and laughing for they had indeed been enlightened of the Janitor's antics and obviously Mrs Beatty had other plans for him
He felt ultimate humiliation in standing there in front of those smirking girls with his hands upon his head and his face against the wall.
"Come inside will you please Sir?" He was in utter bewilderment now as he did as he was bid. Carefully he inched his way passed her and into the room. His buttocks were starting to cool down and lose the numbness now so he was really starting to feel the raw pain from the effects of the razor strop.
For so long he had wished for just one chance to get inside this room, but certainly not under these circumstances!
"You, you. you and you, go to the Sports Storeroom and bring in the vaulting horse!" ordered Mrs Beatty pointing decisively to four robust looking girls. They skipped off out through the door eager, for a change, to carry out one of her instructions.
"YOU", she whirled round to face the Janitor glaring at him, "Get those trousers down NOW!"
"Oh no please Mrs Beatty, I beg you not to make me do that, please don't.."
"BE QUIET YOU SNIVELLING FOOL AND DO AS YOU ARE TOLD!" she snapped, cutting him off mid sentence. Shortly the four girls came bustling back in through the door ferrying the vaulting horse. They were very keen to find out just what Mrs Beatty had in mind to do with the Janitor and the vaulting horse!
Leona was a tall, striking beauty with a mane of flaming red hair and the face of an angel. She had long been the object of his desire, unbeknownst to her, and the thought of taking down his trousers in front of her was mortifying to the say the least. She was among the four girls selected to bring the horse.
"Where would you like it Mrs Beatty?" enquired Leona demurely, casting a glance in the direction of the Janitor as she spoke.
"Put it in the centre of the room please girls." Mrs Beatty's mood had appeared to soften since the arrival of the horse but quickly changed as she noticed that the Janitor was standing clutching the front of his trousers. "I SAID GET THEM DOWN!"
With that, he soon had his trousers down around his ankles again. This time as he stood there he was a picture of abject misery. His brow was furrowed, his bottom lip was quivering, his body was trembling and he looked as if he would burst into tears at any moment.
"Right then, Leona, Margaret, you two stand on either side at the front please, and you Sir face the horse. The rest of you girls can stand in a circle right over there. I want you all to have a clear view so position yourselves accordingly." Mrs Beatty had dispensed the girls quickly to their vantage points and they readily obliged her directive. They weren't quite sure what was going to happen but from the look of the Janitor facing the vaulting horse and the cane in Mrs Beatty's hand, they could all make accurate assumptions.
Naturally, their voyeuristic tendencies were in overdrive and they could hardly wait for the 'show to get on the road'. "Stand back please girls."
"You Sir, get those shorts down and bend over the horse." This time the Janitor was too shocked to utter a single word in his own defence or to protest. He simply complied.
"Leona, Margaret, take a hold of one of his wrists each please and make sure you hold him tight!"
The two girls looked at each other and both faces were filled with dread. But they did as they were told.
"Girls, I have gathered you here to witness the punishment of our esteemed Janitor. While in his trusted position here at the school, I have caught him spying through a hole in the wall which allowed him to see into your showers. Unfortunately, at the time I caught him spying through the hole not long ago, you were all commencing your showers. No doubt you were all in various stages of undress. Before I inform the Head of his disgusting behaviour, I thought that you may all like the chance to see retribution carried out for this unforgivable offence."
Mrs Beatty's words were met with fourteen gasping young ladies who were very obviously shocked and angry about what they had just heard. Her words certainly caused a stir. Their amused anticipation of what was to come, had now turned sour. All at once there were raised voices and girls jostling to get close to Mrs Beatty, all talking at once demanding to know what was going to be the retribution.
"Girls, girls, quiet please, go back to your places." called Mrs Beatty, slightly raising her voice in order to be heard.
The atmosphere in the room turned cold and became quiet. The Janitor's humiliation was now turning to terror.
"Rest assured please, that you will see justice done today!" Leona! Margaret! Take a hold of those wrists now!"
With that, Mrs Beatty walked over to the Janitor who was draped forward over the horse. She scraped his shorts down passed his knees and let them drop to the floor. He shuddered with the pain of her action and let out a little cry. His swollen, red buttocks caught the eye of all the girls but two and it was clear that he had already been having a 'discussion' of some sort with Mrs Beatty! That sight calmed them down and held them steady.
She walked back a few paces and flexed her shoulders. Then she drew the cane sharply outward, so that it lightly rested on the cheeks of the Janitor's bottom.
"Huuuh" he gasped more from fear than pain, as he felt the cane softly connect with his bruised flesh. He squeezed his eyes shut and clenched his teeth in readiness for the first stroke of the cane. His head was swimming and his shame threatened to engulf him as he lay sprawled over that horse. The two girls certainly had a firm grip on his wrists, but there was no need. He had no intention of trying to escape. He was too consumed with his own guilt and feelings of embarrassment to even contemplate such a notion.
In front of him were two stern faces, staring at him intently.
What he did not realise was why the girls were ordered to hold his wrists. The reason was about to be revealed.
"Girls, I intend to give this man a thrashing. I shall administer fourteen strokes of my cane to his naked buttocks. One stroke for each of you. Then we may invite Headmaster to come down to speak to him. I expect he has a lot to say to our dear Janitor, do you agree?"
The girl's voyeuristic gazes were transfixed on his buttocks, waiting for that first stroke to fall. None of them had ever witnessed such an event, let alone ever to have had her own buttocks presented for such a punishment.
'SWOOSH' The first stroke whistled through the air with such velocity that it was not possible for any of them to witness it's actual descent. As it sliced his flesh every single girl saw it connect.
"Aaaaaagh" yelled the Janitor as he felt it's searing pain burn into his buttocks. He struggled against the grip on his wrists. The force of his jump took the two girls holding him by surprise and they almost lost their grip. Quickly they regained their control.
Now all eyes were to Mrs Beatty, who was standing still, cane at her side as she watched the Janitor impassively. She waited until his body stilled and his sobbing was reduced to a whimper before she again raised her cane.
"WHACK" It came down at a frightening pace through the air and bit cruelly into his tortured buttocks.
"Oooooooowwww" came the reply and this time Mrs Beatty did not wait. She let the next stroke fly and it raised yet another yelp of agony from the disgraced Janitor. He had barely comprehended the second stroke before the next one fell. This time he felt as if his buttocks were ablaze and he struggled violently against his two captor's firm hold. They were ready and prepared this time and held him easily.
Mrs Beatty was well aware of the furiousness of his attempt to escape the grip around his wrists and calmly ordered two other girls to bring her some ropes from the storeroom.
After the girls were sent to retrieve the rope, the rest of the party waited. Not one of them dared move, lest Mrs Beatty change her mind and discontinue her duty. But they needn't have worried for Mrs Beatty intended nothing of the sort.
Quickly the two girls came back to the shower room brandishing the ropes that Mrs Beatty had ordered them to bring.
"Marina, Juliet, take a rope each and tie his wrists to the horse. Make sure you secure him well, for we don't want him struggling free now do we?"
The two girls tied him expertly and with lightening speed, for they did not want to miss a single second. Mrs Beatty carefully supervised them to ensure the rope was securely tied to each of his wrists. Then she personally drew the remaining length of rope to encircle the horse, pinning his thighs fast against the cold, hard, wood surface of the horse. When they had finished their task they jumped up eagerly and announced in unison that they had they had finished.
"Good", said Mrs Beatty, "We shall continue, Leona, Margaret, come around here now please, you will not need to hold him now thank you!"
Leona and Margaret eagerly took up the best possible viewing positions and waited in anticipation for the recommencement of the punishment. When the next stroke fell they were startled by the severity. The impact made them both jump but they were unfazed to say the least.
Each girl in that room now formed a bond in her own heart with Mrs Beatty. She had earned their respect by her castigation of the Janitor on their behalf. So swift and precise were her strokes. So uncompromising was she in her administration of the punishment of the Janitor. So pleased were they that she had caught him, and not someone else less fortified than Mrs Beatty.
Mrs Beatty never faltered as she brought each stroke down across his bruised and twisting buttocks. Mrs Beatty disregarded his shrieks of pain as she continued on relentlessly. His lower legs continued to kick out with each new stroke and his bottom was fast becoming a single deep red, burning mass instead of what had started as neat red stripes all lying horizontally across his rump.
Instead of his bottom becoming numb and offering him a buffer from the intense pain of each slice of the cane, Mrs Beatty had deliberately aimed each new stroke in a different area of the buttocks causing it to feel like it was the first. Some were placed in the delicate area where the buttocks met the top of the thigh. Some were placed directly across the centre of the buttocks and some were just a little high, intruding onto the most tender area above the centre of the target.
When she had completed her delivery of the fourteen strokes, Mrs Beatty halted and drew the tip of the cane into the palm of her left hand. Absentmindedly, she flexed the cane until every girl feared it would snap in two. But it did not. She gently allowed it to straighten as she stepped forward to inspect the Janitor's punished buttocks. He was sobbing and gulping as he lay limp over the horse.
Mrs Beatty stood there motionless eyeing her handiwork and the girls held their breaths watching her quietly. None moved but all wished that there was more to come.
Then she turned and unexpectedly took up her position again to face those buttocks. Mrs Beatty drew back her cane and for the final time brought it down with such velocity that the sound of the stroke was the only thing that was apparent to the observers in the room. That, and of course the swiftness of her arm in flight and the blood curdling yell from the Janitor who was totally unaware of the coming stroke until it's bite penetrated his flesh once more.
After some moments, Mrs Beatty ordered two of the girls to release the Janitor. When at last he peeled himself off the horse, Mrs Beatty ordered the dishevelled Janitor to make himself decent.
Watching him agonise over the difficult task of pulling up his shorts and trousers, each and every one of the girls knew that they would never forget this incident. "Stand up Sir and face these young ladies. I believe you have an apology for them!" announced Mrs Beatty.
Thankful that at last the ordeal of his thrashing was over, the Janitor now realised that an even worse fate was to befall him as Mrs Beatty delivered her last announcement.
"Oh Mrs Beatty please don't make me do that, I've already suffered enough" he whined as he pleaded his case.
"Very well! Girls, take a hold of that rope and tie him up again! He obviously has not learned his lesson!"
"No, nooo, noooo, please Mrs Beatty" wailed the Janitor. "Pleeeease, no more, I can't take any more, don't do this to me Mrs Beatty, I'll apologise Ma'am".
"Just as I thought you simpering fool. Get down on those knees, let's see some REAL contrition!"
The Janitor sank to his knees and clasped his hands in a pitiful gesture, facing the throng of girls who were desperate to see him caned again. All eyes were upon him and waiting to hear the words that he was about to utter. For him the experience was unbelievable. He could scarcely speak, so deep was his humiliation at being forced into this terrible predicament. How could he ever face these girls again? He needn't have bothered considering that thought as he was soon to find out. Now he was in turmoil, trying to find words of apology amid his embarrassment and shame.
When they finally came, his words were barely a whisper and his head was bowed in disgrace.
"LOUDER, WE CANNOT UNDERSTAND YOUR MUMBLINGS, AND FACE THE YOUNG LADIES AS YOU SPEAK TO THEM SO THAT I KNOW THAT YOU ARE SINCERE!" said Mrs Beatty clearly.
"Ahem, I'm sorry Ma'am, I'm, I'm oh, finding it hard to speak." replied the Janitor in a voice that was reduced to a raspy stutter.
He gulped a few times before beginning his apology again. Trying desperately hard to look at any of them in the eye, he delivered his words of atonement quietly and slowly. His eyes were brimming with tears as he fought to find suitable words to say to the girls. He was genuinely sorry for what he had done but more sorry about the fact that he was caught and punished in the manner that he had been dealt with. He knew that he could never face these haughty girls again, much less risk sneaking a peek through that evil little hole again. He silently resolved to stay well away from Mrs Beatty and out of her reach.
After he had finished speaking he let his chin droop onto his chest in a gesture of submission. He let his hands remain clasped in front of his body and the room fell silent once more. The girls looked on but no pity was evident on their faces as they glared at him.
"Right! On your feet! You and I are having a chat with the Headmaster now!" snapped Mrs Beatty as she hauled the Janitor to his feet with a firm grip on his earlobe.
"Girls, thank you, DISMISSED!"

Heading to New York, New York

2007-03-13T19:01:00.000-07:00

Greetings,
I will be planning my visit to New York City soon so if you are interested in making an appointment to see me for a session whilst I'm there, email me at mrsjenniferbirch@yahoo.com and let me know. At this stage I am expecting to arrive August/September and will be there for a few weeks.

Lately I have been investigating several venues that seem highly suitable to conduct my appointments from, but please feel free to recommend any that you may know of that you feel are suitable.

I also plan to be making a few dvds whilst I'm there so if you are interested in joining me on screen, let me know. I am particularly interested in talking to (adult only) males and females who can receive a caning, and folks who enjoy a medium to heavy level of corporal punishment.

I'll post plans of my New York trip here on my blog so stay tuned!

Regards
Mrs Birch

PS.
Be sure to check out my Interview with Richard Windsor

slave mark's recent visit

2007-03-13T18:46:00.000-07:00

slave mark recently visited Me for a little behavioural modification, and to be reminded of his place in the world. he has kindly provided Me with an account of his correction which I have posted for your enjoyment.

Her height and the mane of golden hair struck him first. Then the smile. An almost tender, motherly smile, not cruel or knowing like he expected, and which he still thinks of now as he watched day by day the stripes fade from his backside. Then as SHE stood back to allow him in, he took in the tight, long sleeved white shirt, the long figure-hugging black skirt with the knee-length split in the side, the net stockings and high-polish open-toed black heels. His senses were heightened by his hard-beating heart and the internal whirlpool of anticipation. he knew HER reputation – "I tend to attract those into medium to severe corporal punishment" – and wondered whether he qualified as one of them, and whether he could withstand what SHE intended.

Once in the dungeon they sat to discuss… him. SHE asked direct and searching questions in a soft yet firm voice, making him reveal limits, experience, and knowledge of how SHE differed from the usual Mistress. he answered as frankly as he could, and felt strangely light once he had, as if he had just confessed all of his indiscretions to a lover. he told HER he needed to be reminded of his place, as a slave. That he had been too indulgent, too self-absorbed and selfish of late, and had not treated his superiors– Women – with the deference They were due.

HER instruments were laid out on the long vinyl-covered bench beside HER. SHE gestured at them almost lovingly as SHE described HER methods and which implements SHE would use on him to determine how much he could take. he glanced quickly and nervously at the line up of paddles, straps, hairbrushes, tawses and canes, not allowing his look to linger for fear he would lose his resolve and flee the room. he reminded himself to be strong, he reminded himself why he was here, and as he looked back at HER, he realised his surrender was inevitable to such a commandingly beautiful GODDESS.

Eventually SHE told him to undress and get into 'slave position' while SHE briefly left the room. On re-entering SHE found him naked on his knees, forehead to the rubber floor and arms outstretched before him towards HER.

"Well, well, you are very well-trained, slave," SHE said brightly. He listened as SHE moved a chair into the centre of the room. "Stand", SHE ordered, an almost imperceptible new hardness
to HER voice. He rose to find HER seated in the chair, a towel across her lap.

"Have you been hand-spanked before, slave?"

"Yes MISS," he replied promptly.

"Until your bottom bled?"

"No MISS," he replied honestly, amazed at the revelation that a spanking could bring blood.

As SHE spoke SHE slowly folded back the sleeves of HER shirt. It was a ritualistic gesture he found unbearably erotic in itself. The dry-mouthed anticipation it caused in slave, he knew, was exactly the effect SHE hoped to achieve.

"Get across MY lap," SHE ordered. he did so, careful not to place his full weight on HER, for which he was complimented. And so began the spanking – light, cuffing slaps to begin, then almost without notice, increasing in frequency and intensity. A heavy sweat broke out on his forehead. he watched the drips hit the rubber floor beside HER left heel and the enticing glimpse of stocking and shapely calf muscle he could see with his head pointed at the floor.

The slaps upped in ferocity yet again, and he marvelled at HER stamina and strength. Eventually when SHE had adjudged his arse warmed up enough, SHE told him to stand and lean across the bench on which HER instruments of torture rested. Now he knew the session would really begin.

Torso across bench, head down, arms over, unmarked but now pink bottom exposed. SHE ran HER fingertips over his back and butt, down his thighs with a light, sensual touch which both soothed and increased his anxiety about what was to come.

SHE picked up a strap from beside his head and walked around in front of him so that he could see HER divine feet in HER shiny black heels, those wonderful ankles, and more importantly, the strap held expertly in HER hand. SHE walked back behind, describing briefly it's properties before announcing "Five with this one."

he braced. Thwack! It was only light, he realised, but it stung sharply. he became aware of this GODDESS's natural strength. SHE had plenty more where that came from. he withstood the five. SHE ran through a couple of other straps and a paddle, some hits numbering five, some ten, the arc of HER backswing growing. Then came the tawse.

"Have you had the tawse before, slave?"

"Yes MISS, it hurts, he replied, a memory resurfacing quickly in his head.

"Ten with this will remind you of your place, won't it, slave? The more pain you take for me, the deeper your submission becomes, isn't that right, slave?

"Yes MISS, " he answered, a profound and deep sense of surrender and utter subjugation entering his mind and body. he felt he would do, say or endure anything for HER right at this second.

Swish! Swish! Swish! Swish!

he mentally held onto an image of himself as merely a cipher, a canvas on which SHE worked, a meaningless piece of flesh with no other purpose in all the universe than to be here now for HER to hit as the tawse welted his lower backside and upper thighs.

Then a small respite before SHE wielded a heavy flogger across his back, buttocks and thighs. SHE swung it liberally against the sensitive outside of his thighs – particularly painful – all the while urging him to endure for HER.

"Stand up, come over here and get across the horse." he did so and found his legs a little wobbly. The skin across his cheeks was tight and burning as he threw himself across the leather whipping horse. It was nearly time for the cane.

"This is a favourite Japanese paddle I want to introduce you to now so I can use it more extensively next time," SHE told him. Ten whacks was all it took for him never to forget it. Next a riding crop. SHE pulled up his left butt cheek so that SHE could access the tender and sensitive part where the inner thigh met underside of bottom.

"Have you been cropped here before, slave?" SHE asked menacingly.

"No MISS."

Ten sharp whaps brought tears to his eyes. SHE lifted the other buttock and repeated the dose on the right side. He gasped hard to relieve the intense pain such vulnerable virgin skin felt.

"Now the cane, "SHE announced severely. "I won't be using MY judicial canes on you this time, but this one will still mark you."

Again he braced, an apparently endless reservoir of perspiration breaking anew on his forehead.

"This will finish it off nicely, slave. Ten to start. I want you to thank ME for each of them, and tell ME when you are ready for your next stroke, is that understood?"

"Yes MISS."

SWISH!!!!!!

The pain seared like nothing else had on this momentous afternoon. slave's head involuntarily twisted to the right with the shock but the prospect of disappointing HER by surrender was so terrifying and appalling to him, he merely said, "Thank YOU, MISS. i'm ready for my next stroke now, MISS."

And so it went for nine excruciating more strokes, each heavier than the last.

"Now slave, I think you need to tell ME whether there's anything else you need to atone for, anything else that would require ten more strokes…and this time I will let you choose the implement."

Barely capable of rational thought through the pain, he repeated his sin of thinking more of himself than Those he served in recent times, and against his better judgment, nominated the cane as the implement SHE should strike him with ten more times.

"Ten more with the cane," SHE repeated, tapping it against his bottom. "This set will bring blood, slave," SHE announced matter-of-factly.

SWISH! SWISH! SWISH! SWISH! SWISH!

These blows came faster and even heavier. he attempted to lift his head to see how far back SHE swung to exert such agony but each blow forced him to bury his head against the horse for support.

Finally it was done.

"Stand up and look at your bottom in the mirror," SHE instructed. Bright bloody striped lined his cheeks. Thick red and purple welts underscored the broken skin. He had truly been punished by a disciplinarian of immaculate skill and bearing.

By the time he was home, he took off his pants to find his wounds had bled through underwear and jeans. he stared at his bottom in the bathroom mirror with fascination and awe. he felt privileged, and strangely proud, for having been corrected by such a Queen.

Again, thank YOU Mrs Birch. he is forever in YOUR debt.

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