This short story is an entry in the 2001 Soc.Sexuality.Spanking Summer Short Story Contest and is copyright by the author and commercial use is prohibited without permission.  Personal/private copies are permitted only if complete including the copyright notice.  The author would appreciate your comments

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I was startled by the huge response there was to SK's query about kissing the implement, hairbrush, belt, etc. Wow! Did that trigger a slew of responses! I get he impression that (a) few, if any of you get involved with a birch, (b) many are unaware it was a common practice in Victorian England to use a birch on the bare bottoms of recalcitrant schoolchildren, (c) that it was common (not universal) to make the recipient kiss the birch as a sign of humility, and to indicate acceptance of the punishment. The kissing also served to increase the embarrassment and humiliation of the victim. The practice has resulted in the idiom "to kiss the rod" meaning to submit to punishment or misfortune meekly and without murmuring."

Even today in France and Germany, Father Christmas has a companion who carries a birch to whip any children who have been naughty during the year.

I am pleased to note that "punishment" seldom comes into the games that you (we) people play. Spanking with hand, paddle, or belt is for obviously for fun and pleasure. But in Victorian times, punishment was meant to inflict suffering, and usually including humiliation.

Incidentally, do not ask me why a bundle of birch twigs or branches was called a "rod". Remember the idiom, "to make a rod for one's own back?" In such a case, the boy or girl to be punished had to go into the garden or into the woods and gather thin branches to be tied at one end to make a weapon with which he or she would be whipped.

Anyway, people, the chatter about kissing has triggered off a thought in my head, and this has produced the following story. Thanks for the idea.
 

Kissing the Rod

By

Valerie Meilong <VMeilong1@excite.com>

When Louisa was ordered to report to the Sister Superior's study after supper, she knew what to expect. She'd been found guilty of the most heinous offence that the nuns in the Convent School could imagine - she'd been "playing with herself!" God, the scream that young nun gave when she came into Louisa's dormitory, and caught her on the bed with her knickers off, and her hands between her legs. "What are you doing?" she shrieked. "What did you think I was doing, stupid cow," thought Louisa. 'Praying?"

Little time was wasted on rebukes or scolding, simply a few harsh words expressing disgust. Then Louisa was curtly ordered to fetch the birch from the corner cupboard. She found it, and offered it to the Sister Superior. "Kiss it," was the laconic command, "and then pass it to the Disciplinary Sister. Then bend over that table." The Sister Superior herself lifted Louisa's skirts, and bared her bottom. She turned to the Disciplinary Sister and simply said, "Please." Twelve times the swish of the birch, the thwack of the birch-twigs on Louisa's naked flesh, and Louisa's screams, echoed around the room.

Fifty years later the Convent School had been parcelled off for development and dismantled. Only the "Big House," remained, the place where the Sister Superior had lived, worked, and had supervised the application of the birch to sinful bottoms. It had been bought, relatively unchanged, by a Yuppie.

"Julie" he said one day to the ash-blonde he was keeping and sleeping with. "I found this old birch in the cellars when I was poking about." He swished it through the air. "I believe this house was part of a Convent School. Someone told me the Sister Superior used to live here. I wonder if she ever used this on any of the girls?" Julie looked at him with wide-open eyes. "Ooh!" she said. "I suppose it's possible."

"Ever been birched?"

"Lor, lumme, no!"

"Fancy it?"

She giggled. "You want to birch me?" she said nervously, but with an excited shudder.

"Yeah!"

"Well OK then. But not too hard."

He looked at her. "Take your skirt off first, and your knickers."

"Ooh!" she said, "You are awful."

She took off her skirt, and then removed her panties while he watched appreciatively, staring at her stockings and her pubic hair. "What do I do now?" she said, "Bend over?"

"Yep."

"Not too hard," she said again. He smiled, but before she could bend over he said, "You've got to kiss the rod first. That's the rule." He held the birch out to her. She giggled and took the birch from him. "Gee! This looks as though it could hurt."

"Oh, don't fuss, you wimp. Kiss it, and bend over for your birching, you naughty, wicked girl."

She giggled again, and lifted the birch to her lips. She gave it a full kiss, deliberately and exaggeratedly loud. There was a sudden hiss, and the birch collapsed into a bundle of small dry twigs.

The End

© Copyright Summer, 2001

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Reviews

Julie Moon  <Msmusic4(at)won(dot)com>
Good spanking story, very readable and laugh-out-loud amusing.  The ending was a surprise and very funny to imagine.

Pablo  <Pablo(dot)Stubbs(at)newsguy(dot)com>
This story leaves some pleasingly resonant images. It's not because of either of the little vignettes, each of which is quite simple, but from the sense of time passing, history repeating, almost that the two worlds exist in parallel. The last sentence is great, and ties everything together with a firm twist.