Dear Friend,

I read with interest your article on your recommended method of disciplining teens. I came upon it at an interesting time because my husband and I were just about reaching the end of our rope in attempting to deal with our 15 year old daughter Nancy. She had become just about unmanageable and seemed to get worse by the day. We had tried everything we could think of including long periods of grounding, without success. We had never used corporal punishment, but were gradually coming to the opinion that it was our last resort. However, we had no idea how to go about it! Then I saw your article, showed it to my husband, and, to make a long story short, proceeded to put it into practice as best we could. We thought you might like to hear of our experience.

After reading your article we did a little more research, learning about various other methods of disciplining naughty youngsters, such as handspanking, strapping, paddling, or caning. All of these seemed to have appeal, but we felt that things had come to such a pass with Nancy that only a "short, sharp shock" of some severity would have any affect on her. We found an article on the construction of birches and proceeded to try our hands at it. Fortunately there are a number of birch trees on our property and we had the luxury of trying various types and sizes of twigs. After six or seven attempts we came up with a birch that looked as if it might make a teenager girl take serious notice. It was wonderfully thick and each twig was liberally adorned with sharp buds. My husband generously offered to give me a couple of swishes with it on my bare bottom, which I accepted with trepidation. My goodness! What a smart! And only from two strokes! I didn't need or want anymore convincing! My bottom burned and stung and was covered with many fine red lines and darker marks where the buds had bit cruelly. We were confident that Nancy was in for an experience that she would not want to repeat anytime soon, and, I might add, one that she richly deserved. We constructed another birch which was at least as formidable as the first one, and then we made one more - a delicate, light rod - short, thin and graceful, with only 8 thin twigs, from which I carefully removed all of the hard buds.

Your article suggested an appropriate and useful restraint posture for the "subject", as you so quaintly refer to the naughty culprit, but didn't go into detail as to how to achieve this. My husband needed only a couple of hours to put felt padding on the top bar of one of his sawhorses and to attach restraining straps to the bottoms of each of the four legs. This might be a little small for a taller girl, but Nancy is only 5'3", so we estimated that it would work fine, especially since her legs would be spread wide apart, thus further reducing the height of her pelvis, which was ideally supposed to rest on the padded top bar. My husband also fixed the sawhorse to the floor of his workshop so that there would be no danger of it tipping over if Nancy struggled a great deal. I have to admit that I secretly hoped that she WOULD struggle a great deal. I'm afraid I was quite put out with her.

I was especially put out with her for the following reason. We had just found out that Nancy had been stealing the lunch money of her little brother Timmy, who is only 12 years old, for the past month. He had been afraid to tell us because Nancy had threatened that she would "de-pants" him at school in front of his classmates if he told! In fact, he was sure she wasn't bluffing because she had once "de-pantsed" him (including his underwear) in front of several of her girlfriends and made him dance for them. Then they had taken turns tweaking his penis! This was, needless to say, appalling to us. We decided that it would only be fair if Timmy got to witness Nancy's comeuppance, and perhaps even partake in it. It was also only fair for him to get to see her "de-pantsed", since she had done the same to him.

To jump to the conclusion, let me give you my most heartfelt thanks. The treatment worked wonders. Nancy's behavior (once she recovered from her discipline) has improved tremendously. Of course it's not perfect, and we suspect that we may have to repeat the treatment again one day, as a kind of "booster"; but we are confident that we now have an effective means of managing Nancy.

Nancy is a pretty girl, with blond "valley girl" looks and mannerisms. She has quite a voluptuous figure for her age, with well developed bust and hips. She can get very pouty and whiny when she doesn't get her way, and seems to be able to produce crocodile tears on demand that on occasion in the past had managed to fool her father into giving her her way. This hadn't been working so much lately, however, because he had been getting so annoyed with her behavior. As I mentioned above, she had never received any kind of physical discipline up to the episode under discussion.

It was also the case that she had not been naked in front of her father in about five years. This was of course a proper state of affairs, and we certainly subscribe to conventional ideas of decorum and feminine modesty. However we have come to believe, partly thanks to your very informative article, that when a young culprit crosses a certain line in terms of repeated bad behavior, he or she forfeits any right to modesty or dignity when it comes to his or her punishment for that behavior. We assume that you will concur with us in this opinion. In fact your insistence that the buttocks of the "subject" should be bare and "well spread" makes me sure that you would agree with us in this matter.

On the fateful evening that I will describe we confronted Nancy with her most recent offense when she entered the dining room for dinner. Her response was at first denial and then defiance, neither of which helped her case, let me tell you. My husband and I were not in the mood for wasting time with idle talk and argument. We quickly grabbed her, to her great surprise, and, with little Timmy's help, managed with amazingly little difficulty to drag her into the workshop. Nancy was yelling bloody murder, but it didn't much matter because we live in a fairly isolated rural error, out of earshot of the nearest neighbor. By the way, supper wasn't getting cold - we hadn't really planned on having dinner until after we had dealt with our young bad girl.

While my husband and I held Nancy reasonably immobile (me holding her arms and him holding her legs) Timmy proceeded to unbutton, unsnap, untie and unzip wherever it was strategically useful. You see, Nancy was to be stripped naked, which we realize was not called for in your article. We are interested in your opinion of this. In this particular case we felt it was appropriate because of Nancy's offense toward poor Timmy. She had "de- pantsed" him in front of her girlfriends, which for a boy was equivalent to exposing "all he had". Thus it seemed only fair that Nancy would be showing "all she had" to the offended party - Timmy. Timmy, by the way, was almost beside himself with enjoyment and excitement. He was about to get a most exquisite revenge for a serious wrong, plus he was about to get a real life lesson in female anatomy. It was a red-letter day for him!

Nancy struggled, yelled and threatened during all of this. We paid no attention to her. When her clothes started coming off with an efficiency that must have seemed wondrous to her, her tone began to change and she occasionally interspersed her threats and demands with a plea for mercy. Again we paid no attention. When she was reduced to a well stuffed bra and skimpy pink panties she began to beg us to not expose her naked. "Not in front of Timmy! Not in front of Daddy! Please!" Her pleas were to no avail.

Finally we had everything off and Nancy was exposed to the world - our small world. Timmy's eyes were as big as saucers as he unabashedly let them rove up and down, from Nancy's full, upstanding breasts with their large reddish brown aureoles and nipples down her belly to her cunt, with it's light covering of blond hair. Nancy blushed furiously and cried from embarrassment.

She seemed to become demoralized at this development and temporarily ceased struggling, which was fortunate for us because it made it easier for us to get her bent over the saw horse and to get her wrists and ankles securely strapped to the legs of the horse. Wonderfully, it was a perfect fit and the effect seemed to be just what your article recommended, namely, "subject's" bottom was bare and well presented, and the cheeks were well spread, giving access (as well as quite a view!) of all areas of the bottom. Of course a "side" effect of this was that her young, plump, succulent pussy was also on public display.

Timmy and my husband seemed fascinated. I was gloating. Nancy was weeping. Well, we would give her something to weep about in just a bit!

As your article noted, with the buttocks well spread the overall area of operations was quite large indeed and it seemed like it might take quite a few strokes to achieve the complete "coverage" that you recommend.

I removed the two heavier birches from their salt water bath. I shook them well, scattering water droplets in all directions. Then I doused each birch liberally with an anti-bacterial agent, with the dual purpose of, one, reducing the risk of infection in the places where the skin might become raw or even broken, and, two, of increasing the burning sting in those very places. Actually I was aware that the salt water bath was also supposed two have these twin effects, but I wanted to make sure of both! As I have mentioned, I really was QUITE put out with Nancy.

We took the liberty of adding another "enhancement" to the procedure presented in your article. Since I am right handed and my husband is left handed, we decided to birch Nancy together at the same time, with each of us taking the buttock that was in most easy reach. Thus I stood to Nancy's left in preparation to whip towards the center and my husband did the same from the right. We placed a comfortable chair directly behind Nancy for Timmy to sit in. It provided a very enlightening view for the youngster. You might call it a "box" seat! Timmy seemed to be in heaven. His eyes were riveted to the vista before him.

I took care to remind Nancy that it was her "de-pantsing" of her brother that was responsible for her current embarrassing predicament. And I took pleasure, I must admit, in making sure she realized (which she probably already did) what an interesting view Timmy was getting. This seemed to have the effect of making Nancy's sobbing even more bitter, and I thought I could detect a fruitless attempt on Nancy's part to close her legs and clench her bottom cheeks together, hoping, I guessed, to somewhat diminish the scope of the view that she was offering Timmy.

My husband and I commenced the birching. We applied severe strokes right from the start. Right away Nancy seemed to be finding this new experience to be not at all to her taste. At first she responded with little exclamations of "Ah!" "Owww!" "Don't! That hurts!" while the first sets of fine red lines began appearing on the sides of her lovely white tush. As the strokes progressed and we and the twigs began moving closer to Nancy's central area, Nancy's reactions became more intense. She began yelling loudly with each blow, or double blow, and moaning and crying loudly between them as well as begging for us to stop, when she could find her voice. She was starting to writhe about quite a bit, her lovely large boobs swinging about like pendulums. We also noticed that the outside parts of her bottom, which had received the ends of the twigs on the initial blows, were continuing to be bombarded with the "bodies" of the twigs and thus were becoming quite raw indeed, with tiny droplets of blood appearing in one or two places. We stopped briefly and discussed this. We decided that, while our intent was not to draw blood, perhaps a little bit of broken skin was really unavoidable if the girl was really going to get her well-deserved punishment. We continued remorselessly and systematically, to thoroughly birch Nancy's blooming bottom.

Having covered all of Nancy's now squirming, writhing bottom, except for the sensitive area between her cheeks, with a confused mass of red lines and puffy weals, but without having exhausted our birches, my husband and I again conferred. We felt that Nancy's extreme naughtiness required that she receive somewhat more birching from us, but we didn't want to cause further damage to the red and purple mess that was now her buttocks. Thus we decided finish up with a thorough treatment to the backs and insides of her delicate thighs.

Nancy seemed to dislike this even more, if possible, struggling most desperately (putting on an entrancing show for young Timmy, I'm sure, who could see just about everything, including the free swinging boobs bouncing about) and almost roaring with agony. We ignored her protests and proceeded to "paint" her thighs as thoroughly as we could, with bold, sweeping, SNAPping strokes, until her formerly pale thighs were a fitting match for her bottom - red and purple again being the dominant theme of the color scheme, all up and down the backs and insides from just above her knees to just under her exposed and slightly pouting pussy. We stopped and contemplated the interesting spectacle before us, listening with satisfaction to her heartrending cries of "I'm dying! I'm dying! You're killing me! Ohhhh, it hur-r-r-r-ts!"

It finally seemed as if we were getting through to the dear girl, and I now felt confident that Nancy had been sufficiently punished for her bad behavior.

And Timmy? Quiet as a mouse he was, eyes on the prize, his heavy breathing giving evidence of his excitement and enthrallment.

Now we realize that in your article you recommended not being shy about punishing the sensitive areas between the bottom cheeks. In fact you took the trouble of suggesting a technique, and recommended that the amount of attention given to this area should be dependent to some extent on just how "shameful" the "subject's" actions had been. You must be wondering if we had decided to ignore this particular bit of advice, since I have just said that at this point I felt that Nancy had been sufficiently punished.

Please have no such fear. To be more clear, what I should have said was that I now felt that Nancy stood even as to her debt to my husband and me for all of the anguish she had put us through, and that we felt that she now had an extremely strong incentive to mend her behavior in the future. That squirming, wriggling, swollen, red and purple, slightly bleeding expanse of skin before us was going to be very sore for quite a while!

However, we still felt that the matter of Nancy's offense to Timmy remained to be settled, and we felt that it was best settled between Timmy and Nancy.

I solemnly informed Nancy that her father and I felt that she was now sufficiently punished for her offenses toward us. Nancy gave a small sigh of relief amid her bitter sobbing and moaning, along with a whispered, "Oh, thank God!", almost to herself. I must be a natural disciplinarian, because I must admit I took great pleasure in crushing this small hope of relief with my next statement. I informed her that it was now Timmy's turn to punish her for her treatment of him.

Nancy's and Timmy's reactions couldn't have been more different. For Nancy's part, I honestly believe that in her agony she had completely forgotten that her hated little brother had been enjoying her humiliation and agony from the catbird seat. Now that she was reminded of his presence, I feel sure that her sense of mortification rushed back into her consciousness and took its place beside the equally intense awareness of her intolerably stinging and throbbing bottom and thighs and beside her sudden new fear of more agony and indignity to come. Her moans and pleas to be let off "just this once" and her promises to always be good to us and to Timmy, were wonderful to hear.

Timmy, on the other hand, looked as if he'd been given that pony he had been asking for so long. His eyes brightened. "Really, mom? Can I whip her too? Oh, goody! I'll make her jump!" This was clearly a great thrill to the little man.

At this point we feel the need to perhaps suggest that you might add just a little bit of information to your suggestion of a technique for punishing the area between the bottom cheeks. You suggest lengthwise strokes, which of course makes sense, but you neglect to say whether the strokes should be delivered with the tip of the birch pointing "upward" that is toward the "subject's" head, or "downward", toward the floor. Also, we found that with Nancy in her current position, such that her bottom crack was primarily oriented in a vertical direction, it would be awkward to deliver strokes to the area. It was clear that it would be better if Nancy's bottom could be oriented in a more horizontal position, so that lengthwise strokes could be applied downward from directly above.

We solved this latter problem through my husband's ingenuity. Apparently he had already considered it, the sly dog! He detached the strap on Nancy's right ankle from the leg of the sawhorse, leaving the strap still firmly wrapped around her ankle. I then realized that the straps were attached to clips on the sawhorse legs, and that there was another set of clips about a foot higher. He reattached the ankle to the higher clip and then repeated the process with the other ankle. This had the amusing effect of forcing Nancy to kind to poke out her ravaged hindquarters. She moaned with her awareness of further embarrassment. However, I didn't see that it solved our dilemma. The target area was still not conveniently placed.

Then he went around to Nancy's front and, with each wrist, detached it from the front leg and reattached it to the clip on the sawhorse leg that her ankle had just been clipped to. Now his scheme was clear. Basically, he had rotated our young culprit forward about thirty degrees. Nancy's head was almost touching the floor directly beneath the padded crossbar and, more to the point, her bottom was rotated so that the dividing grove was much closer to horizontal in orientation than vertical. It was much more accessible to a natural birch stroke. Perhaps your readers may be able to benefit from our method of solving this difficulty. We certainly hope so!

One amusing side effect of this position was that Nancy's rather sizable boobs now hung down in her face, which was getting quite red, probably because of the blood rushing to it in this new and probably somewhat uncomfortable position. Also, Nancy seemed to dislike the position quite a bit and begged us to extricate her from it.

Another side effect of Nancy's new position is that it is now difficult to decide which side of the sawhorse should be designated the "front" and which the "back". The side that we previously would have called the back side was now the side that Nancy was facing, and the "front" side was now where you could see her back! It seems to be simplest to continue referring to back and front as they were. That is, my husband and I had been operating on Nancy from the back and the other side was the front.

Now we must discuss with you our one real difference with you. It is really a simple matter. You suggest that the area between the well spread buttocks of the "subject" should be attended to more or less at the disciplinarian's discretion, based on his or her opinion on just how "shameful" the behavior of the "subject" has been. But you also counsel that care must be taken to avoid any blows striking the "subject's" genitals. Our finding, based on simple anatomy and on simple experience, is this: if the anus receives the kiss of the birch, it is very hard, if not impossible, to avoid having the genitals also receive some attention. The twigs are of different lengths. To some extent each twig arranges itself as it will on the downstroke. In short, they are a bit hard to control.

In addition to these difficulties, we found that, on reflection, we had trouble seeing the point of your insistence on caution. It seemed to us that the anus is just as sensitive and delicate an organ as are the genitals, at least in girls. Why deem one to be fair game and not the other? We certainly agreed with you in principle that making use of the more sensitive areas of the "subject's" anatomy to emphasize a point about particularly reprehensible behavior could be extremely effective in leaving a lasting memory and producing an immediate improvement in behavior. We just couldn't understand your particular distinction, not to mention the fact of the difficulty of implementation.

Our solution? Well to put it colloquially, we decided that Nancy's naughty little pussy as well as her bumhole must pay their fair share of restitution for her bullying of poor Timmy, particularly given the nature of her offense against him; however, in view of the sensitive and delicate nature of the areas in question it seemed obvious to us that they should not receive strokes that were equivalent to what her buttocks and thighs had received. Either a much lighter or less punishing instrument must be used or else the strokes must be delivered with much more restraint, or both. After all, we wanted to teach Nancy a valuable lesson, but we didn't want to injure her!

Now I think you may be understanding the reason that we made the third, more delicate, birch. It was meant to sting like the dickens without doing serious damage. In addition, Timmy was only 12 years old and I felt sure that he wouldn't be delivering blows with the force that we had.

We directed Timmy to deliver ten strokes, and to deliver them "wherever he felt they would do the most good" . While saying this I clearly outlined with my index finger the area that he was to consider his "field of operations", taking care not to touch Nancy and thus forewarn her. I included all of the sensitive skin between Nancy's well spread bottom cheeks, including her deliciously vulnerable little anus, which was now pointing directly upward, as well as all of her well presented slightly gaping pussy. We felt that it was only fair to give Timmy a certain amount of leeway and control in the administration of this phase of Nancy's punishment, since he was the injured party. If he felt that some leniency was appropriate, he was free to give it. If not...well...

I don't believe Nancy had the slightest idea exactly what she was in for. She certainly knew from my husband's and my conversation with Timmy that more punishment was coming to her, but I expect that she was bracing for more pain in her throbbing bottom cheeks or her aching, burning thighs. She was softly moaning "No more! Please, no more! I'm sorry Timmy!" as I gave Timmy his instructions.

Whatever. She certainly had no doubts after Timmy's first stroke, which delivered from "behind" the poor girl and which seemed to be centered right on her delicate rosebud. I'm afraid Timmy surprised me a bit with the force of the stroke. It came down with fairly serious speed and made quite a loud snap as it bit into its target. I should have realized that Timmy's skill at tennis would translate naturally into an effective birch stroke. The previously untouched area between the cheeks of Nancy's bottom were now decorated with a confusion of thin red lines. I briefly consider telling Timmy to go a bit more lightly, but after all the birch was a light one and Nancy had been VERY bad...

Nancy's reaction to this was to scream like a banshee and commence struggling desperately against her bonds. Timmy delivered 5 forceful strokes in the same general area, each one eliciting a louder scream from the "subject" than the previous one. After the fifth one Timmy calmly walked around to the other side of the screaming, jerking, bawling valley girl so that he could deliver strokes from the opposite direction (the "front"), but still parallel with the "groove". During this pause it was clear that the area between Nancy's buttocks had clearly gotten some serious attention, including her anus, which was now a bright red. Not only that, but her pussy had clearly suffered as well, at least the part that was nearest her bumhole.

Now came the sixth stroke. This one landed square on Nancy's pussy so that the tips of the birch curled around and bit into the exposed clitoris. If Nancy's scream before had been like a banshee, now it was like a banshee in heat, almost deafening. Her struggles to get loose were so violent that I was afraid that the sawhorse would be pulled from its moorings. No such luck for Nancy, though; my husband is good carpenter! Immediately the plump pussy sported a set of fine red lines and became flushed. Each of the next four strokes landed in the same area with considerable force, each producing fearful screams and energetic struggles and deepening the coloring on Nancy's little treasure. It seemed impossible, but Nancy's scream with each stroke sounded louder than the previous one.

As you may imagine, Nancy's color scheme for her rear quarters was now much more pleasing. Her thighs and buttocks were a mass of red and purpling stripes, weals and bruises, with the odd little droplet or trickle of red blood here and there. The tender central areas were not nearly as ravaged, but had been turned to various shades of striped red, with occasional purple flecks where the tips of the twigs had done their cruel work. Nancy continued bawling and moaning loudly for a few minutes but gradually the volume diminished into sobs and whimpers. And she couldn't seem to keep still - restlessly her colorful hindquarters continued a kind of grinding dance for our entranced eyes. At this point I felt confident that a thorough reformation was assured!

Just to make sure that the lesson really sank in (even though there really wasn't much doubt), it was decided that Nancy would be grounded for a week, and that she would remain naked from the waist down at all times. In addition, Timmy was allowed the right to pinch or hand slap Nancy's bottom or to goose her whenever he felt like it. It turned out that he felt like it quite often!