What a curious mix of thoughts and emotions must run through a girl’s mind at a time like this. Your picture captures it all. The still-strong humiliation of having to undress completely in front of him while he watches; that strange mixture of embarrassment and growing heat as he runs his eyes over her nudity while he explains carefully why she is being punished. He doesn’t bother to explain why she must be totally nude for her birching, and she is afraid to ask.
Hands at her side where they must be, she can hide nothing from him. She almost wishes he would put her in position now, so he couldn’t look at her any more. His casual “Come in,” when they hear a knock at the door sends her heart into her throat! But it’s only his secretary with papers for him, a good-looking woman who looks her over with a prim yet pitying look.
She is on display, and somehow it feels right. Taken care of. Warm. “All right, let’s get you over the desk, now.” she hears, and then his hands all over her placing, positioning, opening, spreading her. She drifts deeper into his warm hands, her bare cheeks plumped for the birch, her body ready for anything he chooses.
In my experience birching a naughty women is pure joy. First she must stand in the corner for humiliation. Then I bend her over a table, whereupon I raise her dress waist high. Afterwards I proceed to lower her knickers to bare her bottom. Wearing only suspender-belt and stockings for erotic purposes her naked derriere is ready to be birched. And birched she is. 25 of the painfull strokes land solidly on that unprotected rear end. Yes painful outcries come from her lips, but thats just music to my ears.
apparently,’birching’ can be even more painful than the severest caning-no wonder it was used on isle of man for so long!,birches have to be kept flexible though by soaking them in salt water before their needed,i recommend the birch for girls who have got used to the cane-if the bircher does his/her job properly,even the toughest girl will soon be begging them to stop!