Posts Tagged ‘birch’

The correspondence began here. Dear Amelia, You most assuredly may not call me Miss Jane. As your former governess I may permit some familiarity at your concession; that is only appropriate. But to allow reciprocation undermines the difference in our station. Again you may be thankful that I am not engaged professionally in your regard. The […]


Dear Miss Carlisle, I was so happy to hear that you have returned to England after all this time. I hope your sojourn in India was both enjoyable and fruitful. There are many who have served the Empire there who have returned with nothing but praise on their lips of your various successes there. I […]


Google reader has so many random publications. If you have the patience just about every newspaper and magazine ever published must be there somewhere. This little snippet was in a small corner of The West Country Advertiser in 1886: No big story, no big scandal. Sadly the headline and the date were too blurred. Mrs […]


Began here. The party to celebrate the nuptials of the year was winding down. Most of the guests had already retired to bed and the few that remained were deep in their cups exchanging nonsense and tales of exaggerated glories. Only the servants remained halfway alert and the few of those that had not been dismissed […]


Began here. The castle was much as she had left it and it was with some apprehension that Elizabeth approached the gates. After all she had been out all night and all without permission. Since her father was already not best pleased with her, she was absolutely certain that her bottom was in for another […]


Much has been written about the birch. A Voice even carried some anecdotes a few years ago about the old country custom of sending maids out dressed only in their shift to gather birch roads for a good sound birching. This is custom prevalent in some places before the First World War, seems to have […]


Sandi Pope stood open-mouthed in the bushes staring in almost disbelief. “I knew it,” she whispered to herself. Not such a dumb blonde after all, she grinned. Her oval face was elfin like with full lips that gave her an almost permanent pout. Her big blue eyes were framed by heavy natural lashes which blinked […]


Vintage Sunday

18Oct15

We knew the Victorians were keen on spanking on the birch, it went hand in hand with keeping young women in their place but just how far did they go? Here we have a true account of a woman offering a discipline service for unruly adult daughters. I came across this tale in the History […]


Our story began here. It was harder than she thought to follow the action once it got outside. Mary trudged like a condemned woman naked and exposed to the breeze while Drake followed her at a short distance. Sylvia could only leave the house once they had got clear of the garden and she quickly […]