Her Secret Corner… Spanking Erotica

Most of us have a particular implement that sets us going… people from different parts of the world tend to favor certain things over others.

We all know the Brits love their canes; Americans tend to go for the wooden paddle or hairbrush.  And lets not forget about the feared leather belt or razor strap.  Those raised in the American south can usually tell stories about switches and how much they sting. 

But I’ve always had a “thing” for the birch.  Interesting things, birch rods.  By all accounts, there is the birch that is basically a bundle of twigs tied together, and then there is the bundle of switches that are tied together to make a sort of whip.  And of course, there is the commercially constructed sort, made from rattan.

I remember reading a post once, on a forum dedicated to this thing we do.  The woman who posted was raised in Sweden, and according to her, the birch was the implement of choice in her household when punishment was required.  Her parents used the “twig” type, and it always hung in full view in their kitchen.

She stated that the birch was always applied to a bare bottom, and that the first few strokes were no big deal, but as the whipping progressed the sting built, until you felt like you were on fire.  “A birching was always guaranteed to produce tears,” she wrote.  “It was a punishment to be avoided, at all costs.”

Not sure why I’m so intrigued by the idea… maybe I’m just craving the release a few tears would provide?