The punishment

There is nothing that prepares you for the first stroke of a real punishment. You think you can take it, but the incredible wave of mind blowing pain always take you by surprise, and the horrific realisation that you can't bear it, that you won't be able to take it..

And so it was today as the reformatory birch slashed across Rob's fat white buttocks.. He SCREAMED but the gag stopped most of the decibels and just a gurgling noise could be heard.. and then frantic breathing as he tried to recover.. the second stroke hit home just as hard as the first... and he felt he would die from the sheer shockwaves of excruciating pain.. The stories were true, a birching feels like you are being whipped with red hot wire...

And so the birching continued, relentless and without mercy ...

The first blood appeared by stroke thirteen, not surprising as the thin twigs were biting deep into the soft buttock flesh.

By stroke twenty four the buttocks were covered in red, purple and black welts.. many of which were oozing blood...

This really had been a reformatory birching !!