It was Saturday and we had been up about a hour, me with a Friday night hang-over and Susan full of life, “Not much of a way to spend Saturday, watching you looking dejected, you need livening up. I want you to make a birch and be ready for me to use it on you at 1 0’clock promptly. I intend to give you 12 strokes in the standing position and two-dozen bent over. I do not want the mess from birch twigs indoors so get the garage ready and make sure you remind me 15 minutes before it is time and then go out there, and be stripped ready for me. When you have made the birch show it too me, and be sure it is a good one or there will be a caning to follow. Have you anything to say?”
“I am sure you are right darling, I will, of course, cooperate fully.” For the last seven years of our marriage Susan has been giving me corporal punishment that I feared but looked forward to. It was always stimulating, erotic and painful and we always made love afterwards like newly weds. The prospect improved my mood immediately. However, the birch was a force to be reckoned with although I could depend upon Susan to administer it with loving care so I did not suffer any lasting harm.
“Very well Darren, you had better be off and find some suitable birch twigs. Remember what I said about it being a good one.” Susan said as we came together for a long sexy kiss. I was feeling aroused already.
I drove to a little used by-way where I knew there were birch trees and pulled off the road. This was the embarrassing part. What if someone passed, especially someone I knew, and saw me cutting birch twigs? The punishment sessions were a secret kept between Susan and myself and although I could lie about why I was collecting them I was sure I would blush and give the game away. I sat and looked at the trees and selected one that had a lot of new growth on it before leaving the car with the secateurs concealed in my pocket. At that moment a car passed and I tried to look as if I was looking for birds or anything but it was no-one I knew so I quickly moved to the tree and cut a good armful of twigs about a metre long and got them in the boot as fast as I could.
Back home I took them directly to the garage and had a closer look at them. I picked out six that had lots of side shouts lying more or less in line with the main growth and stripped off the leaves. The leaves have to come off so the twigs can do their work plus side shoots at odd angles. These are bad news as they stick out and might accidentally hit the bits I will need later. I selected the best looking five and took the straightest one for the centre. The others had a little curvature so I placed these around the central member with the curves inward and the sections with the most side shoots bunched together where the business would be done. Next I tied the twigs together were the handle was to be with three pieces of string. With the secateurs I cut the thick ends to the same length so the tied part was about 200 mm long. The whole needed to be some 600-700mm long so I took off the long scraggily bits at the business end, so they could not wrap round my hip, and it was nice and bushy along its whole length. Then I trimmed off a couple of bits sticking out the side. I looked at my handy work and it was good. I gave it a swish and flew thought the air with a hiss. I was sure Susan would be pleased but I knew it would cause me a lot of discomfort.
Indoors there was one more thing to do. I collected the red ribbon from the draw in the bedroom and wound it round the handle tying it off with a loop. I took it to Susan who was delighted; “ It looks beautiful darling, now drop your pants and turn round so I can check it works alright.”
I should have expected that but had not. Dropping my trousers and under pants to my ankles I lifted my shirt without waiting to be told.
“Do not look so unhappy darling, just one as a trial to please me. Now bend forward a little please.”
As I did so I heard the swish and felt the string. I had made a good job and had another three dozen to come.
“Splendid darling, you can put you trousers back and relax for a while now but make sure the garage is ready for 1 0’clock.” As I turned round Susan fondled my naughty bits and we kissed passionately. “I promise it will be worth it later if you are a good boy.”
I was in a state of nervous excitement until it was 12.45 and I went to find Susan in the lounge, “Excuse me darling but it is almost time for you to come a punish me with the birch that is hanging in the garage waiting for you.”
Susan looked at me, “I am glad you remembered, now you must go and strip off and wait facing the wall with your hands on your head.”
The garage could be entered from the house so I stripped off in the bedroom and went into the garage. I had already placed a low coffee table in the centre below one of the beams. This was so when I stood on it my bottom would be at a convenient height for Susan to apply the birch. I took up my position facing the wall and strained to hear Susan’s approach but it was a long time coming. Then she was there. Her hands stroking my bottom, “It will be much warmer than that soon darling. I see you have got every thing ready but before we start your punishment I want you to turn round and kiss me so you remember I do this because I love you.” As I turned her hand caught my penis and it was stiff as we kissed. “Now put your hands out in front please.”
As I did so Susan buckled the leather wrist cuffs. It was only now I saw that Susan had put on a black Basque and stockings but was not wearing knickers. “Now go and take your place standing on the table.”
Susan tied the rope I had placed over the beam to the cuffs and pulled the loose end until my arms were above my head. The loose end was tied off at a hook on the wall.
Now she stood before me swishing the birch in the air, “I am going to give you the first six slowly but without a pause. I expect you to keep your bottom relaxed, pushed well out to receive the strokes, and your legs slightly apart. Try to take it well darling.”
“I know it is for my own good and you will only do what is necessary darling. Please birch me well and I will do my best to take it without fuss.” I replied
Susan moved behind me and to my left. I felt the birch being stroked on my bottom and pushed it out ready. The birch was withdrawn, it hissed and I jumped as it bit across the centre of my buttocks. Quickly I got back in position so Susan would have the best possible target for the next stoke. I could not let her down and I was immediately rewarded with the second stroke a little below the first. Again I readied myself for three, four, five and six. By the time the last two arrived I was gasping but managed to get back in position each time so the punishment could continue. My whole bottom was coved and burning. “ Thank you darling,” I said as her hands caressed my sore bottom and then slipped though my legs to cup my balls, “You did that wonderfully well.”
“Yes, and you were very brave so I am going to give you a little reward before we continue.” Susan came round the front of me and took my penis in her mouth, which immediately became stiff, while using her hands to sooth my bottom. I enjoyed the sensation but dare not cum before the punishment was completed, as without sexual arousal I knew this sort a beating would be impossible to bear.
Susan pulled away, understanding that I must not cum, and moved to my right, “I am going to give this six back hand so both buttocks get equal treatment. Prepare yourself and take it properly.”
I pushed my bottom out and the first swish made itself felt. I jumped as these were on my already punished bottom but got myself ready for the next just in time. As the birching progressed so I hopped from leg to leg and yelped but I always got back with my bottom relaxed and pushed out ready for the next stroke so as not to keep Susan waiting. “Well done, your bottom is a glorious red so before I release you I think another reward is due.” She said taking my now limp penis back into her mouth. It soon recovered.
As soon as I was released and the cuffs removed we were kissing and Susan had my now stiff penis clamped between her thighs. “On your knees now, I want you to lick my fanny for a few minutes please,” she parted her legs so I could do as she requested.
“That’s enough now, I am going to leave you for fifteen minutes to get things ready for the next session and when I return I shall expect you to be waiting as before.
When Susan returned I was facing the wall hands on head having moved my work-bench into the centre of the garage and placed the low coffee table, with a folded blanket on it, across one end. I felt her hands on my rear, “Still very warm even after your rest. You know that that next session is for double the amount and I will be concentrating on the under part of your bottom and the tops of your thighs so you will remember this lesson every time you sit for a day or two at least?”
“Yes darling but I know you will be fair. I am ready to receive my punishment.”
Susan took my hands and removed them from my head. “Turn round and kiss me.”
I did not need a second invitation but it was soon over and my hands were, once again, being cuffed. Susan indicated I should take up my position so I knelt on the folded blanket on the coffee table and stretched my body along the bench with hands suspended over the far end. Susan quickly tightened and buckled the broad leather strap I had left in position for her to use around my waist and the workbench . Then with a short piece of rope tied my cuffed wrists to the bench leg. There was nothing I could do now until Susan was satisfied I was thoroughly birched and released me.
The birch was touching my bottom, “Part your knees a little and try to keep your bottom nice and relaxed. I am going to give you twelve without stopping but I will allow you time between each stroke to compose yourself. You know the birch does not have to be applied with a lot of force but I have to be sure to hurt you enough so that you benefit from it”
The first stoke fell and I flinched but could not move away. The second followed as I tried to relax but by the fifth I was in tears and struggling against the strap to no avail. I was hurting so much it was impossible to control myself. Then it over and Susan was gently soothing my buttocks with her hands. “Take some deep breaths darling and relax, the first twelve are over now. You have a few minutes to rest before we finish you off. Part your knees as far as you can.”
Susan’s hand slipped between my thighs and played with my balls and very limp penis. This continued for several minutes while I took some deep breaths and as I relaxed I felt myself becoming stiff. “I know that was a lot to take but it was not so bad was it, and you do need it. We have to repeat it but you can tell me when you feel ready.”
I was in control and relaxed again although my bottom was on fire. There was no point in delaying the final birching and the sooner it was over the sooner I could relax in Susan’s arms. “No it was not so bad and I am grateful to you for punishing me so well. Please continue with the final instalment as soon as you are ready and make it just as effective.”
The birch withdrew from its resting place on my buttocks and was lightly flicked to warn me I was about to be thrashed. I flinched but could not move. The beating started and I was fighting the bonds and in tears from the second stoke. I could not count the strokes as my bottom became a mass of fire and pain. I seemed it would never end but suddenly it did. Cool hands on my burning rump and Susan saying, “Such a pity that you are a naughty boy that needs punishing but it is all finished now and I will make you feel much better.”
Susan released me and helped me up. We kissed and I thanked her for the punishment as she lead me to the bedroom. We fell on the bed and locked in each others arms kissing and touching. Susan touching my scorched bottom and me the very wet patch between her legs. It was late afternoon and we continued to pleasure each other until evening when hunger forced us to get up and go out for a meal.
Sunday morning Susan was up by 8’0 clock while I lay in bed, “would you like a cup of tea darling?”
Thoughtlessly I responded, “Of course.”
“Well Darren, I would have expected yesterdays birching to have improved your manners but clearly not. I am not sure what else I can do unless it is to get one of my friends to witness your punishment. Perhaps the humiliation would work.”
“Please Susan not that. I am sorry I just did not think what I was saying.” I responded realising I was in deep trouble again.
“Get out of bed and let me inspect the damage so we can agree what further steps need to be taken.”
As fast as I could I presented my bare bottom to her. “Well there is no sign of broken skin but it is a bit bruised. If you do not want a witness what I propose is something new. I will spank you with a bunch of stinging nettles that will cause you a good deal of pain but not add to the bruising. Do you agree?”
I realised Susan was going to punish me in some way. I did not want witnesses and with my bottom sore I could not ask for the cane or strap as alternatives. The nettles caused concern but I was curious. “As always I am sure your judgement is best darling but please keep it between us.”
“Very well, you are to go out and cut a good bunch of nettles, nice long ones and plenty of them. I will expect you to be ready by 11 0’clock so see you remind me fifteen minutes before. I advise you to hurry and get them cut as the fresher the nettles the more they will hurt. When you have them show me so I can be sure they are suitable, I hope you will not need the cane on that bruised bottom as well.”
So for the second consecutive day I was in the car on a furtive mission only this time armed with gardening gloves as well as secateurs. It was past 9’0 clock already and I had taken note of Susan’s warning that fresh nettles hurt more so wanted them cut as soon as possible. I soon found a patch at the roadside and quickly cut them and returned home. Almost funny going home to present my wife with a huge bunch of nettles but not funny when I thought about their purpose.
Susan was still wearing her dressing gown but had put on her make up. “Well done Darren those look just right. They have an hour to wilt so they will have just the right effect on you. Do I have your word that you will do exactly as I say without the need for restraints? It will be difficult for you as they will string and burn for quite a while after I have finished and you will not be allowed to rub, and I will not be doing so either, until at least thirty minutes has passed. This sensation will change to a very hot glow by late afternoon and by the time we go to bed the worst part will have started; the terrible itching. If you have been good I will rub some anaesthetic Germolene cream into bottom so you can sleep. Tomorrow you go to work without cream so all day you will be wanting to scratch but not able to unless you want to explain to your friends what the problem is. It will slowly get better but it will take about five days for the itching to disappear completely. Are you sure you can accept this? I could just phone Joan and ask her to come over and watch you being caned. I am sure she would enjoy it.”
“Darling I am very happy that you punish me but it is to be our secret. I promise to use all my will power to obey your instructions and if I fail in any way you must issue some further penalty such as the cane. I can assure you I will avoid that at all costs in view of my already bruised bottom.” I said hoping I could deliver what I had promised.
“I can do better than the cane, some vinegar rubbed into your bottom will really hot things up for you so take care. Now off you go to the garage and strip the lower leaves off the stems of the nettles for me. When you have done that bring them back into the lounge with the kitchen high stool and my gardening gloves. I am sure you would not want me to get stung dealing with your naughty bottom.”
I only just got every thing done by 10.45 when I went into the lounge to find Susan sitting on the sofa, still in her dressing gown, reading the paper, “Darling, I am sorry to have to trouble you again but it is approaching the time for my next punishment.”
“Yes you should be sorry and very soon will be, but if you behave properly I hope to take your mind off it for a while afterwards. Now undress and stand with your hands on your head where I can see your bottom and contemplate the task ahead.”
I could see the clock from where I stood and the time dragged, especially as Susan kept me waiting for an extra five minutes before instructing me to place myself across the stool. “Rest your chest on the stool and grip the front legs with your hands. Now spread your legs as wide as you can. There is no danger of damaging your dangly bits so I want them fully exposed so I can punish them too.”
I complied but began to have misgivings about what I had agreed to. Susan slipped out of her dressing gown and was completely naked. A wonderful sight but obviously I was not to touch now. She moved over to the nettles where I had left them on the floor and bent over giving me a view of her tight buttocks and breasts as she did so. “Have a good look darling and remember we can have fun soon if you are a good boy.” A carefully selected bunch of nettles was in her right hand held at arms length well away from her body. Susan moved behind me and to my left.
The bunch just touched my buttock and I flinched with shock partly because it was entirely new to me and partly because it stung. “Steady now darling, I intend to keep going until I can see the effect I want. I am expecting the skin to be covered with small blisters that will string and burn you like nothing you have felt before. You are to stay in that position until you are given permission to move and then you are not to rub, remember the vinegar.”
The first stroke arrived and it did not feel so bad, in fact less painful than the light touch. The nettles continued to punish at a regular rate but after a dozen or more I was really feeling the strings. Susan kept this up for several minutes. She stopped and I hoped that it was over but no it was merely a pause to gather a new bunch. I was hurting too much even to admire her body as she bent before me. “I am going to explore new places with this bunch so keep those legs well spread please.”
The next stoke was from directly behind and upwards between my legs catching balls, penis, lower stomach, and inside thighs. I pleaded with Susan to stop while concentrating on maintaining position. I could not move after all I had promised but how could I say put? Susan said I was to have another nine just like that and proceeded to deliver them. How I remained there while in such agony I do not know. Susan collected another bunch telling me to be brave just for a while longer as this was to be the last.
This time she stood close to my side with her left arm around my waist. The first strokes were aimed straight down the crack between my cheeks and then she fanned out in both directions covering my buttocks and outer thighs. I was getting used to the sensation now but the whole of my lower region was on fire with a million strings. No other punishment had ever been as bad as this.
Then it was finished and Susan was standing in front of me so my nose was close to her fanny with her legs slightly parted. “I know that was difficult to bear and you are still stringing but you have been brave so far and I hope you love me enough to complete the punishment with equal bravery. You are to stay were you are for five minutes and to help you I am going to move forward so you can use the time to kiss me.”
And so saying Susan’s fanny with neatly shaped and short pubic hair moved against my face. I could not dismiss the fire at my other end but quickly got to work with my lips and tongue. Susan responded with little sighs of pleasure. Her fanny was very wet and got wetter. Clearly she had enjoyed punishing me and I looked forward to receiving the benefits of that. Then she moved away, “stand up now but no rubbing, hands well away from the stringing bits please.”
Susan immediately came and pressed her body against mine and put her hand on my buttocks. The momentary relief was wonderful. I responded and put my arms round her and we kissed long and passionately with me becoming hard in spite of the burning. “Darling, thank you for punishing me and for being such a wonderful sexy wife.”
“That is just an appetiser. For now you are to stand with your hands by your side where I can see your blisters without touching them. I can still apply the vinegar if necessary.”
Susan kept me standing while desperately wanting to rub for twenty minutes before allowing me to join her on the sofa. She had my balls in her hand and penis in her mouth. In less than a minute I had planted my tongue inside her. Her first orgasm of the day arrived very soon afterwards. We made love all afternoon with my burning bottom seeming to spur me on. The week of continuing punishment and humiliation was going to be worth it, as all the punishments Susan gave me have been.
