The first spanking story I ever read was by Alex, as were countless subsequent ones. He inspired me to write, and was the main reason any of my stories were ever posted.

I guess he still is.

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A Bundle of Twigs
By Crimson Shakti

"On occasion, being late with a piece of work is somewhat forgivable," he began.

"However, seeing a talented young writer sell herself short through what I can only assume is either laziness, or else outright contempt for her own gifts, is not."

She cringed as he spoke, dreading what was coming next.

"You know how fond I am of you, but I would be doing you a disservice if I were to let this slide."

He was an accomplished writer, many years her senior. Though they had been friends for years, he was also her strictest teacher, albeit simply by mutual agreement.

"Young lady, it is time for you to experience a taste of the birch."

The room spun as his words sunk in. For the last five years, every night before his visit, she had dutifully collected a bundle of twigs from her garden, preparing them carefully and leaving them in a large vase in her study.

It had always been an almost meditative task that simply helped to keep her on track.

Until now.

Her stomach had lurched as she prepared that fateful birching rod the evening prior, knowing that she had not even started her piece by that stage. Now the inevitable consequences were upon her as he quietly instructed her to remove her knickers and bend over the desk.

She complied, fumbling with shaky hands to manipulate delicate lace before stretching herself across her desk.

He had punished her many times, though usually just with his hand. He took his unofficial role of teacher very seriously, something for which she was immensely grateful, but the obvious benefit he received from administering these punishments was not lost on either of them.

With that in mind, she spread her legs a little wider than usual as she presented herself, feeling moist in spite of her very present fear of what was to come.

He lifted her skirt, completely exposing her legs and bottom, and paused to take in the additional sights she had afforded him.

The first few strokes were bracing, but manageable. With every subsequent stroke however, the burning sensation grew and in due time it was almost intolerable. Hundreds of tiny cuts and scratches littered her flesh as he continued, undeterred by her cries.

His reward for keeping her on her path was the further view she now involuntarily offered him as she bucked and twisted, desperate to stay in position.

Finally satisfied with his efforts, he gently helped her to her feet and prepared to take his leave.

He gave her a hug and looked at her for some time, hesitating before finally opening the door.

"I will not be able to visit you again," he said softly, "so I hope I have given you a lesson tonight you will not soon forget."

The mood suddenly turned sombre as the darkness beckoned. Despite her flaming cheeks, her eyes still sparkled as she looked at him.

"I give you my word, Sir, you will not be forgotten."