The Severe Birching

Rob was dragged by the leash to the punishment room.. a room just down the hall. Any hesitation was met by a sharp tug, which didn't help as he hobbled along , the spreader bar impeding his steps. The punishemnt room was exactly that, a room dedicated to the infliction of corporal punishment. A padded kneeling bench took centre stage, festooned with thick leather straps ... the wall had a plethora of canes and heavy leather straps hanging from hooks.. on the floor in a corner were a number of metal canisters containing the reformatory birches steeping in brine.

Rob was quickly and expertly strapped down on the bench and at no time was he ever able to even contemplate escaping.. never at any time had he the chance to fight back, to try and wrestle free ... it was completely hopeless, he really was about to be birched, and birched properly just like in a real reformatory.

Madam Birch watched on impatiently waiting for the large white buttocks to be fully exposed and fully presented upwards and thrusting back towards her... Such was the bench that she could see Rob's arsehole, and of course his balls and cock... On occasions the tips of the birch rod would visit these very private and intimate areas.. producing a frenzy of squirming and writhing on the bench.

But there would be no esacpe, not until the full sentence had been delivered.

Two spotlights were turned on, and illuminated in bright white light the large buttocks, the target area for the birch. And there was also the two video cameras strategically placed to capture the action and the facial contortions of pain.

Madam Birch went over to one of the canisters and pulled out the reformatory birch... Several long slim rods of willow, bound together as a handle, about 36 inches long ... a proper reformatory birch!

It was about to begin.