That is one serious whacking! It was heavy and wielded with such viciousness the sole intent of the whipper was to cause serious and lasting damage. An aroma wafted to his nostrils. Are you a professional photographer or amateur? The birch twigs moved away from his bare flesh, there was a pause, maybe two seconds, then an almighty whooshing sound.
In that case, um, I really don't know.
Bend over my knee for a birching
Even without the miss-hits, the buttocks would be alive and raw for at least twenty-four hours. He gripped the birchrod in his right hand and gently tapped himself on the lap with it. Where can we see your work? Johanne allowed his grey trousers to slither down his thighs to snag at the knees. What's the point in having only one or two kids, why not 20? Someone's Gonna Get It. Mr Anderson did not believe in histrionics.