Thursday 15 July 2010
Lady Jane
As birching is very much a la mode, I thought that I would share a favourite film scene with you. It's one of those early films that made me go 'hmmmmm'.It is the film 'Lady Jane' starring Helena Bonham Carter.
Lady Jane Grey is reluctant to marry Lord Guildford Dudley, so her mother decides to 'persuade her'. When she hears that she is to go to the gallery she tries to escape, but is caught and dragged there by servants. The whipping stool is brought in, and her mother enters, followed by a female servant carrying the birch rod. The rod in question, is the 'bundle of sticks' type. The male servants then leave the gallerry. Jane positions herself on the bench then female servants lift her skirts up and the punishment begins, administered by her mother. The sound of the birch, the facial expressions, the cries and sobs issuing from Jane are nice. Halfway through, a dishevelled looking Jane, hair all out of place remains defiant, so is put back over the bench by servants for more. Unfortunately you don't get a view of her bottom and the scene is truncated, but still, some good 'food for thought' there.
This scene does it for me on so many levels. The force used at the start, the formality of it,the stern demeanor of her mother.......mmmmmm.....
Here it is for your viewing pleasure-good old youtube!
Lady Jane Grey is reluctant to marry Lord Guildford Dudley, so her mother decides to 'persuade her'. When she hears that she is to go to the gallery she tries to escape, but is caught and dragged there by servants. The whipping stool is brought in, and her mother enters, followed by a female servant carrying the birch rod. The rod in question, is the 'bundle of sticks' type. The male servants then leave the gallerry. Jane positions herself on the bench then female servants lift her skirts up and the punishment begins, administered by her mother. The sound of the birch, the facial expressions, the cries and sobs issuing from Jane are nice. Halfway through, a dishevelled looking Jane, hair all out of place remains defiant, so is put back over the bench by servants for more. Unfortunately you don't get a view of her bottom and the scene is truncated, but still, some good 'food for thought' there.
This scene does it for me on so many levels. The force used at the start, the formality of it,the stern demeanor of her mother.......mmmmmm.....
Here it is for your viewing pleasure-good old youtube!
Wednesday 14 July 2010
The Worst Kind of Torture
Yesterday I appeared in court again, as a spectator this time! I witnessed the delightful Leiann and another lady get punished. You can read her account of it on her blog.
Anyone who knows me will know how hard it was for me to watch others being beaten when I could receive none myself. I know that it was not my scene, and that I DO have to wait for my bottom to heal before I can play again. It doesn't make it any the less harder for me to restrain myself though. It really is the punishment that keeps on giving!
It was lovely to socialise afterwards with the very lovely Ms Andi Switch, Leia Ann and the other lovely lady, but the males among us added insult to injury by winding me up. One of the three more then others-you know who you are! You are all nasty, evil and cruel men and I no longer like you ;b
Anyone who knows me will know how hard it was for me to watch others being beaten when I could receive none myself. I know that it was not my scene, and that I DO have to wait for my bottom to heal before I can play again. It doesn't make it any the less harder for me to restrain myself though. It really is the punishment that keeps on giving!
It was lovely to socialise afterwards with the very lovely Ms Andi Switch, Leia Ann and the other lovely lady, but the males among us added insult to injury by winding me up. One of the three more then others-you know who you are! You are all nasty, evil and cruel men and I no longer like you ;b
Summoned by the court
Saturday 10th July 2010
Well I had my day in court saturday. The charge was that of mocking the punishment of the court. After my counsel, Mr Jenkins had elicited a clarification of the charge it transpired that this referred to various tweets of mine. Faced with such irrefutable evidence, under Mr Jenkins' advice I decided to plead guilty, and throw myself upon the mercy of the court. In mitigation, reference would be made to the fact that I had not made or sent any erroneous calls, texts or e-mails. I had the idea that I was doomed.
I met up with Lamb, and was introduced to my co-defendant, the gorgeous and delightful Emma Jane, whom he was to defend.Lamb left us, while he went to the court. We chatted, yet all the while I was growing more nervous as the time in which our cases were due to be heard came and went. I even, rather foolishly as it turned out, as it was later produced against me, tweeted commenting on the courts lateness! Finally, the summons arrived and Emma Jane and myself made our way to the court.
From the outset it was apparent that this was a very real court. I was met at the door by a very official looking Ms Switch, who offered no greeting, but ordered us to follow her and escorted us to where our solicitors were waiting for us.
We sat down, flanked by our counsels, before a desk upon which were placed various fearsome looking implements. I found myself looking upon them frequently with some apprehension. In the courtroom were two other officials, Ms Stoker and Mr Allen, both of them looking as stern as Ms Switch. Then the Judge arrived and our cases were heard.
Mine was the first case to be heard. As expected, neither the arguments of my counsel, including the (I thought) very valid point that any previous corporal punishment by the court was contrary to the 1820 Whipping of Female Offenders Abolition Act, were to any avail, or had any effect on the severe Judge. When questioned about one of my tweets I felt all nervous and found it hard to come up with a reasonable explanation for it. I was pronounced guilty and sentenced. I was to receive I was to receive one and a half minutes of the spray birch, to be delivered in three lots of thirty seconds. This was to be followed by thirty strokes of the manx birch. Emma Jayne's case was next. She was accused of involvment with the mafia, and despite Lamb's valient defending, and her assertion that she had been working undercover with the secret police, she too was found guilty. She was sentenced to one minute of the spray birch, in two thirty second bursts, followed by twenty with the manx birch. The Judge exhorted the administrators to deliver all of the strokes at full force, and to pay no attention to any cries or distress exhibited by us. You can well imagine the effect of this pronouncement!
I was the first to be punished. I laid myself across the bench and my skirt was lifted. I was tied at the arms, wrists and legs (good and tight-just how I like it), and a strap was placed across the middle of my body. I was totally restrained, and there was to be no escape.Then my knickers were drawn down to expose my bare buttocks...
The first of my spray birchings was delivered by Ms Switch, and you can imagine what a gentle warm-up that was for me! The next was by Ms Stoker, who I had never been beaten by before, but who proved herself a formidable administrator. The final set was given by Mr A. There was much wrapping on my right side, and as ever the sting was incredible. The Manx birch was administered in sets of ten, with the same rotation of administrators as before.Each stroke was an intense thudding blow. For me it was just amazing, turning my head and being able to see the administrators arm as they drew back to strike me. Water was given at intervals, due to the heat, and at one point during the manx birching, Ms Switch kindly sprayed some on me. I asked her (withought of course thinking how this would intensify the pain), if she could splash some on my bottom, which she did. You can imagine the condition of my bottom after the birching was over!
After inspection, I sat on my now far from pristine bottom to watch Emma Jane take her punishment. She was a complete star, and this was her first time too! She took all of her strokes bravely,even though she was rather cruely given two extra blows of the manx to drive the lesson home. Although I could hear her crying,I knew that she was ok because she had warned me of her tendency to cry beforehand. I must admit to feeling a little jealous of this ability, as it is something I never do. One of my fantasies, is in fact, to be beaten untill I cry. I think that that would probably need to involve other body parts, and some heavy mindfucking.
We were then called again before the Judge and asked if we had learned our lesson. Me, being compleately honest said that I had....FOR NOW, and would TRY not to transgress again. Knowing myself only too well, that really was the only answer that I could give. I have a funny feeling that this won't be the last time in which I shall appear in court.....
When the scene was over I received another twenty with the Manx birch,from the Judge himself, which was what was needed to tip me over.The extra one requested by Ms Switch, although offensive to my sense of symmetry, really was the icing on the cake. Mr A gave me a long promised 'light' as he put it taste of his Sjambok whip on my back. That certainly did elicit reaxction from me. Thank you Mr A, I still had some whip marks the next day:). As for my bottom, well it is still extremely bruised, having undergone a genuine severe judicial punishment. I must also add that not all of the blows were restricted to my bottom, a few were delivered to the tops of my thighs...ouchie!
Thank you very much to all involved. I really NEEDED that!
Well I had my day in court saturday. The charge was that of mocking the punishment of the court. After my counsel, Mr Jenkins had elicited a clarification of the charge it transpired that this referred to various tweets of mine. Faced with such irrefutable evidence, under Mr Jenkins' advice I decided to plead guilty, and throw myself upon the mercy of the court. In mitigation, reference would be made to the fact that I had not made or sent any erroneous calls, texts or e-mails. I had the idea that I was doomed.
I met up with Lamb, and was introduced to my co-defendant, the gorgeous and delightful Emma Jane, whom he was to defend.Lamb left us, while he went to the court. We chatted, yet all the while I was growing more nervous as the time in which our cases were due to be heard came and went. I even, rather foolishly as it turned out, as it was later produced against me, tweeted commenting on the courts lateness! Finally, the summons arrived and Emma Jane and myself made our way to the court.
From the outset it was apparent that this was a very real court. I was met at the door by a very official looking Ms Switch, who offered no greeting, but ordered us to follow her and escorted us to where our solicitors were waiting for us.
We sat down, flanked by our counsels, before a desk upon which were placed various fearsome looking implements. I found myself looking upon them frequently with some apprehension. In the courtroom were two other officials, Ms Stoker and Mr Allen, both of them looking as stern as Ms Switch. Then the Judge arrived and our cases were heard.
Mine was the first case to be heard. As expected, neither the arguments of my counsel, including the (I thought) very valid point that any previous corporal punishment by the court was contrary to the 1820 Whipping of Female Offenders Abolition Act, were to any avail, or had any effect on the severe Judge. When questioned about one of my tweets I felt all nervous and found it hard to come up with a reasonable explanation for it. I was pronounced guilty and sentenced. I was to receive I was to receive one and a half minutes of the spray birch, to be delivered in three lots of thirty seconds. This was to be followed by thirty strokes of the manx birch. Emma Jayne's case was next. She was accused of involvment with the mafia, and despite Lamb's valient defending, and her assertion that she had been working undercover with the secret police, she too was found guilty. She was sentenced to one minute of the spray birch, in two thirty second bursts, followed by twenty with the manx birch. The Judge exhorted the administrators to deliver all of the strokes at full force, and to pay no attention to any cries or distress exhibited by us. You can well imagine the effect of this pronouncement!
I was the first to be punished. I laid myself across the bench and my skirt was lifted. I was tied at the arms, wrists and legs (good and tight-just how I like it), and a strap was placed across the middle of my body. I was totally restrained, and there was to be no escape.Then my knickers were drawn down to expose my bare buttocks...
The first of my spray birchings was delivered by Ms Switch, and you can imagine what a gentle warm-up that was for me! The next was by Ms Stoker, who I had never been beaten by before, but who proved herself a formidable administrator. The final set was given by Mr A. There was much wrapping on my right side, and as ever the sting was incredible. The Manx birch was administered in sets of ten, with the same rotation of administrators as before.Each stroke was an intense thudding blow. For me it was just amazing, turning my head and being able to see the administrators arm as they drew back to strike me. Water was given at intervals, due to the heat, and at one point during the manx birching, Ms Switch kindly sprayed some on me. I asked her (withought of course thinking how this would intensify the pain), if she could splash some on my bottom, which she did. You can imagine the condition of my bottom after the birching was over!
After inspection, I sat on my now far from pristine bottom to watch Emma Jane take her punishment. She was a complete star, and this was her first time too! She took all of her strokes bravely,even though she was rather cruely given two extra blows of the manx to drive the lesson home. Although I could hear her crying,I knew that she was ok because she had warned me of her tendency to cry beforehand. I must admit to feeling a little jealous of this ability, as it is something I never do. One of my fantasies, is in fact, to be beaten untill I cry. I think that that would probably need to involve other body parts, and some heavy mindfucking.
We were then called again before the Judge and asked if we had learned our lesson. Me, being compleately honest said that I had....FOR NOW, and would TRY not to transgress again. Knowing myself only too well, that really was the only answer that I could give. I have a funny feeling that this won't be the last time in which I shall appear in court.....
When the scene was over I received another twenty with the Manx birch,from the Judge himself, which was what was needed to tip me over.The extra one requested by Ms Switch, although offensive to my sense of symmetry, really was the icing on the cake. Mr A gave me a long promised 'light' as he put it taste of his Sjambok whip on my back. That certainly did elicit reaxction from me. Thank you Mr A, I still had some whip marks the next day:). As for my bottom, well it is still extremely bruised, having undergone a genuine severe judicial punishment. I must also add that not all of the blows were restricted to my bottom, a few were delivered to the tops of my thighs...ouchie!
Thank you very much to all involved. I really NEEDED that!
Introduction
Welcome to my blog. Why have I chosen the title 'Thursday's Child?' Well, I was actually born on a thursday, coincidentally, because like the rhyme says, I really do have 'far to go'!
Being a 'born submissive', I have always had the desire to be spanked from an early age, long before I had any sexual feelings, despite the fact that I was never spanked by my parents or others as a child. It is just something inherent in my makeup. I would tie myself up, and act out scenarios with barbie dolls. Any spanking in films or tv shows held an interest for me. If I came across a spanking passage in a book, I would fold the page over to mark it and read it repeatedly.
One such favourite passage comes fro m the book 'Thursday's Child' by Noel Streatfield. I include it here for nostalgia. It is set in an orphanage run by a cruel matron.In this passage,the main character, Margaret is sneaking out of the dormitory at night, disturbing one of the girls:
'From where she was she could see Miss Jones, who had not yet undressed, go to the dormitory door.
'Who was laughing?' she asked.
In a frightened squeak, Violet answered:
'Please'm, I mean Miss Jonnes'm, I thought I heard a burglar.'
Miss Jones expressed astonishment by using the word 'burglar' like a piano. She started on a low note and rose almost an octave.
'A burglar? And what, pray, would a burglar want here?'
Violet was evidently nearly in tears.
'I don't know, Miss Jones.'
Miss Jones had not come to the dormitory unarmed. Out of her pocket she took a hair brush.
'A girl who keeps others awake must be punished.' she said.
Margaret could hear no more except muffled cries. Too well she knew what was happening. Poor Violet was being beaten on her behind with a hair brush, and very painful it was.'
Being a 'born submissive', I have always had the desire to be spanked from an early age, long before I had any sexual feelings, despite the fact that I was never spanked by my parents or others as a child. It is just something inherent in my makeup. I would tie myself up, and act out scenarios with barbie dolls. Any spanking in films or tv shows held an interest for me. If I came across a spanking passage in a book, I would fold the page over to mark it and read it repeatedly.
One such favourite passage comes fro m the book 'Thursday's Child' by Noel Streatfield. I include it here for nostalgia. It is set in an orphanage run by a cruel matron.In this passage,the main character, Margaret is sneaking out of the dormitory at night, disturbing one of the girls:
'From where she was she could see Miss Jones, who had not yet undressed, go to the dormitory door.
'Who was laughing?' she asked.
In a frightened squeak, Violet answered:
'Please'm, I mean Miss Jonnes'm, I thought I heard a burglar.'
Miss Jones expressed astonishment by using the word 'burglar' like a piano. She started on a low note and rose almost an octave.
'A burglar? And what, pray, would a burglar want here?'
Violet was evidently nearly in tears.
'I don't know, Miss Jones.'
Miss Jones had not come to the dormitory unarmed. Out of her pocket she took a hair brush.
'A girl who keeps others awake must be punished.' she said.
Margaret could hear no more except muffled cries. Too well she knew what was happening. Poor Violet was being beaten on her behind with a hair brush, and very painful it was.'
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