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A cozy evening in front of the fire with some birch rods!
by Robyn Jones
Asa has recently asked me to write something of my own to post on his blog, something that might reveal a little more about my own spanko lifestyle! He has a very charismatic personality and he knows exactly how to get women to drop their inhibitions (and their knickers) and is able to persuade his lovely models to perform all sorts of naughty things, which they happily perform in front of his lens. Although I am not prepared to appear in front of his camera, I have agreed to write a short story revealing something of myself.
As some of you may be aware from what Asa wrote about me on his blog a while ago, I am a lesbian and have a preference for being a domme when it comes to spanking in a sexual relationship. However, I do occasionally ‘indulge’ my submissive side when I meet the right person. I believe that it is important for any domme to submit herself to a good spanking from time to time just to remind herself what it feels like to be on the receiving end! I shall briefly relate to you one such session I had with one of my lady friends a few years ago. I shall call her Eve, although that is not her real name.
Eve is in her late 20s. She has an attractive figure and a bottom to die for. Think of Asa’s naughty maid Kate’s beautiful bottom and you get the idea! Unlike me, Eve is a switch who enjoys being spanked as much as spanking someone else. Some months ago I had asked her to stay with me for the weekend so that we could enjoy a leisurely de-stress after a long week at our respective workplaces.
I am fortunate to live in a little detached cottage on the edge of a small village, looking across some pasture land to some woodland and hills. It is very quiet and private, ideal for the sort of ‘games’ I like to play with my lady friends.
Eve and I have a passion for vintage underwear we buy off various sites on the internet. We had agreed that we would make our weekend a Victorian themed one. As a result, it wasn’t long after Eve’s arrival that we could be found wandering around the cottage in some appropriate underwear, a bit like Samantha and Charlotte in ‘The spanking adventures of upskirt Evans’! We both had put on some of those split open-crotch drawers, gartered stockings, and chemises. The freedom of being able to wander around my cottage so dressed was very liberating and erotic.
As we made dinner together, we occasionally kissed and fondled each other’s bottoms through the back slit of the drawers, but felt in no rush to indulge our passion for spanking. That could wait until later. After all, we had all weekend to do so!
After dinner we sat down together on my antique settee in front of my log burner with a glass of wine and chatted for quite some time. Finally, as our conversation subsided, Eve turned and gave me a long lingering kiss, before whispering “Shall we?”
Although I instinctively knew what she was asking, I pretended to be puzzled and replied, “Shall we what?!”
Eve nuzzled into me and said, “Spank each other, of course!”
I laughed and replied, “Why not. I’m game if you are!”
Eve smiled, her eyes gleaming with desire, “That’s good! Who is going to be the naughty girl first then?” she replied.
“You of course, young lady! You’re the one who suggested it!”
“OK. How do you want me?”
I stood up and told her to stand facing the corner next to the fire whilst I fetched something special I had prepared for our first evening together. She was intrigued, but did as I asked and stood in the corner, whilst I went out to the small hallway where I had hidden a bucket which contained a number of small birch rods soaking in water. I had spent a little while preparing these before Eve’s arrival using birch twigs from a small coppice just outside my garden. I had never used a birch before, but felt that they would be appropriate for our Victorian theme.
I carried the bucket into the sitting room and placed it next to Eve in the corner. She looked down and gasped in surprise when she saw what the bucket contained. “Oh! Birch rods! What a surprise, but most appropriate for our costumes! Have you ever been birched or birched anyone before, Robyn?”
“No, never, but I’ve always wanted to give them a try. I’ve heard that they give a unique and very stimulating sting!”
“Well we better try them out then. I’ve always wanted to see what a birching feels like, but do please start off gently won’t you,” Eve responded.
“Of course I will, Eve. Do tell me if it’s too much.”
“Thank you. I’ll bend over the arm of your settee if that suits you.”
“Yes, that would be fine. Make yourself as comfortable as possible.”
Whilst Eve draped herself over the settee arm, I took one of the rods from the bucket and swished the excess moisture from it, droplets landing on the woodburner and hissing noisily as they landed. I then walked behind Eve and parted her drawers to bare her bottom. It looked divine in the flickering firelight, so soft and round. The deep groove between her cheeks in shadow. It almost seemed a shame to spoil it’s pristine beauty by applying a birch to it, but we had agreed to try using a birch and it would be a pity to not use them having spent some time making them!
I started off gently birching Eve’s buttocks. It almost seemed to whisper as I repeatedly whisked it down …Swish! Thwick! …Swish! Thwick! …Swish! Thwick!
“How’s that, Eve?” I asked, after a short while.
“Mmmhh! Rather nice…it’s quite stingy, but not unbearably so and my bottom is tingling beautifully! Carry on, but don’t hit me any harder yet,” Eve replied, waggling her bottom at me.
I continued, rapidly whisking the birch up and down, which had Eve squirming and moaning. As her legs occasionally parted, I could see moisture glistening on her inner thighs. ‘Good she was clearly enjoying the birch and it was clearly arousing her!’ I thought.
After a while, her breathing became more laboured and she suddenly shouted out, “It’s time to bring me, Robyn. Please give me a dozen really hard strokes now. That should do the trick!”
“Are you sure, Eve? Your bottom is already looking rather red!”
“Yes, I’m really sure, Robyn. Go on, pretend I’m your naughty young maid and really thrash me with that rod!”
“OK, young lady, but don’t say you didn’t ask for it!”
So saying I grabbed a new birch from the bucket and brought it down hard across her buttocks…SWISH! THWACKKKK!”
Eve howled out loudly, “Yeowhhh! God that really stings….Oooohhh…but don’t stop!”
And so I layed on another and another stroke of similar intensity. How her bottom wriggled and writhed under the onslaught, as she yelped and howled loudly, until, just as the last stroke was delivered, she let out a long scream of ecstasy and came, her whole body shuddering with pleasure.
I threw the birch down and knelt down to inspect the damage, gently caressing her cheeks with my hand. Her bottom was ablaze, criss-crossed with fine red welts, but no sign of any broken skin.
“So Eve, how was that then?” I inquired, as she calmed down.
“Oh, Robyn, that was incredible. I’ve never felt anything like it before. It was SO deliciously stimulating! I can’t really describe it, but I loved it. Will you birch me again when I’ve recovered?”
“Of course I will, Eve, if that’s what you want, but in the meantime will you birch me now. Birching your bottom has made me very excited and aroused. I want to experience what you have just had! I think there are two more fresh birches left in the bucket.”
I won’t describe my own birching in detail. I’ll leave that to readers’ imaginations! Suffice it to say we quickly changed places and before long, Eve was briskly whipping my backside with a birch…. all the way to heaven!
Ever since that evening, I’ve been a frequent user and recipient of the birch, despite the mess it makes on my carpets!
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