Posts Tagged ‘birching’

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 […]


Prussia was the largest country in what is now Germany, occupying the north of that territory with its capital in Berlin. I will spare you the history, but by reputation Prussian society was austere, militaristic and disciplinarian in outlook. This attitude extended to the raising of women, particularly in the Junker (gentry) class who were […]


It has been a busy week and I have got a bit behind. Thanks to all for comments and for your patience when I didn’t (or some cases haven’t) got back to you. There are a couple of interesting activities out there with people doing things and posting things. I will unscramble these contacts and […]


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 […]


“Well I said I am sorry,” Ruth announced haughtily, “If that isn’t good enough for you then I am going to my room.” This imperious announcement was followed by a flounce and a door slamming exit that rumbled on as heavy stomps ascended the stairs. The fiery little redhead would be unliveable with for the […]


Sometime ago I chanced upon a reference to a birching tower in a book. There was no more information, but the most likely explanation that it was used for storage; or so I thought. In the History of the Rod there is a mention of birching rooms in gaols and apparently women prisoners were often […]


Lady Arabella reached the rise above Grainger Manor with relief. The party had gone on for far longer than intended and against all expectations she had been winning all night. That arse Carstairs had lost game after game until she had nigh on £300 in front of her, which was all very well, but the […]


Absolution

11Sep15

The bell for matins shook Sister Mercy from her slumber and she yawned. That old hag Sister Mary was leading prayers today and she was half blind. Mercy doubted she would be missed and for a long moment pondered staying bed. Mercy scratched her rough-hewn cropped red hair and yawned again. When not in use, […]


Many years ago I saw a beautiful graphic portrait from the 1950s. It was of a very smart looking aristocratic woman with a young maid across her knee giving her a spanking. The drawing was within an otherwise vanilla collection and no particular attention was drawn to this image as if it was quite commonplace. […]


Consequences IV

11Jun15

Part I Annabelle Guthrie stood with her forehead pressed to the one-way mirror and watched Janice’s birching. So far it had just got to the part where a woman approaches the boundary between the sting in her tail she can cope with and the real under burn that grows and grows until it feels as […]