Birched in the library

Bending over, in punishment pose, in the place she thinks of as The Library of Depravity. Waiting for Sir.

She’s already been spanked, but she’s about to feel the birch for the first time.Β 

She knows it won’t be the last.Β 

It’s comfortable, bent over the rolled arm of a leather armchair. But she knows she won’t be comfortable for long. In the meantime she waits, presented for him, hoping she’ll please him when he comes for her.Β 

She hears footsteps, approaching the library. She has a lot to learn, she knows. But some new information, and new sensations, are about to touch her.

25 thoughts on “Birched in the library

    • Thank you! And yes, it was probably the gentlest birching ever given, but to someone unused to that… It was a good submissive experience.

  1. That birch looks great – would love to add that to tools that have flogged me – had whips, floggers, belts, hands, carpet beater, horse whip – will dream of the birch now!

  2. Beautiful photo and your words set the scene so perfectly. Love the historical mystique of the birch and the requirement for bare skin (or so I’m led to believe) although it’s not something I’ve experienced… yet! πŸ™‚

    • Jaime was trying not to mark me, but a few days later I discovered a few thin lines where some longer twigs had wrapped my hip and stung. (I knew at the time that the wrapping and that extra bit of pain weren’t intentional, but I was managing it so I didn’t say anything until after. I think he’d say I “enjoyed” it πŸ˜‰ )

  3. Ohhh we have a bircher and I have to say I rather like it but it looks a bit more uniform than yours does. Michael often used it to beat me until it leaves little raw patches almost like grazes which I love

    Mollyx

  4. I really want to know what that feels like. I used to hate stingy sensations, preferring the hard thud of a heavy flogger, but birch really intrigues me

    Flip

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