Day after birching...

...A continuation of the story from the previous post, from Marcus' point of view.

After Carolyn's birching (from her last post), my bottom was ablaze and I was totally spent and exhausted. Despite not being able to cry I still felt small, vulnerable and most of all, punished. I really needed a big hug and some comforting words.

You would understand if your butt also looked something like this instantly after:

The sharp stingy sensation quickly faded after a couple of minutes, although the nice afterglow -- constant lingering pain that is -- lasted on my butt for several hours. It was actually quite nice. That is, untill I took my shower. Oooouch! The water stung, bad! Carolyn said she could hear my ouches from downstairs!

Also, previous birchings never left any marks besides some small spots where the birch tips had hit so I expected nothing more this thime either. I was pleasantly surprised though when I woke up next morning, when Carolyn pointed out that my whole backside was blue! Or rather, it looks purplish to me.

Pics of the butt following morning:


(Carolyn: awww, ain't that cute?)

I know it dosn't look like much, but I'm very proud and happy over the slight blueness showing, especially since it comes from the birch. Although I suspect that most of the blueness actually is caused by the "warmup" with the belt?

By the way, about use of the safeword, I didn't know we were going to use the safeword during this session, but when Carolyn mentioned it (she probably pitied me a bit after all!) I quickly took the chance since I was in so much pain that I would have done anything to make it stop. Maybe next time we should really agree that the safeword dosn't count... and yes that means that I'm almost ready for my next spanking. Not quite, but almost.

Marcus gets the spanking of his life...

...for now >:-D

Summer is ending and so is our stay at the countryside, so before leaving for the city again (where there are more people to hear him scream!), Marcus requested for "the spanking of his life".

I have actually been spanking Marcus (and have been almost regularly spanked by him) for about two years now, since one week of meeting each other. It's another story how he got me into it, and how I have grown to love (and even ask for) our little "games". Each time though, I find myself fitting more and more into the role, willing to endure -- and most of all, inflict -- more and more pain.

Of course, as a loving spanking couple, the"discipline" is consensual. It's only fun when spanking is not abusive or derogatory, and there is mutual trust between the parties. It's important to know what your partner expects from the spanking, what the limits are, and how far the "punisher" can go.

But this has been a problem for me, since Marcus is a very demanding guy to please. Each time I think I push him to his limit, his threshold of pain just keeps on increasing, and I have to keep up with my disciplinary methods to give him the good, hard, satisfying spanking which he deserves.

By his request (he's been doing a long list of follies this week, bad boy!), I have been birching his butt all week long -- with the exception of Sunday, in which we declared a rest day. But what do I get? Each time I am tempted to pity him after a vigorous spanking (and I'm about to release his arms from the bedpost), he requests for more discipline! At one time, this was even "earned" by him by sticking his tongue out at me as I was unleashing his wrists. And oh, what a spanking he got for that! But the next day, I still got this request:

"Carolyn, since this week is the last opportunity for us to birch in a long while, I want you to give it to me tomorrow with all you've got."

He demonstrated the birch strokes he wants me to execute on his butt: forceful, whipping, and with a follow-through instead of ending the stroke where it lands. That way, he explained, even his legs will get some of the thrashes.

"Ooooh," I said. "Are you sure?"

"Yeah, and it's got to be a long spanking. You should really be crazy and disciplinarian and give it to me hard."

That's not an unusual request from Marcus. He thinks my spanks are way to sweet, even when I'm trying to be strict! Besides that, his personality is one that really wants to test the limits. Until now, even though some of my spankings have been very hard and strict, I have never managed to make him cry (something he would like to experience from a spanking). Something in him just wants to "conquer" the hard spankings, to resist surrender. Yet at the same time he tells me he wants me to be able to "break him" and make him sob. He has also had this long-time fantasy of me growing taller and much bigger than him, and dragging him to my lap like a little boy. That's the feeling he expects from a good discipline: to make him feel small, vulnerable, weak, and taught a lesson. Oh how I wish I could grow some centimeters taller than him and grow some mommy hips to put my little boy unto!

I slept last night contemplating and fantasizing about the day ahead, and how I should go about Marcus' "spanking of his life". I might have slept with a smile. For sure, I definitely felt sexually excited.

This morning after breakfast, I ordered Marcus to get his birches ready. I walked with him in the forest, watching him choose the swishy twigs that will soon sore his rump. After he had taken off the leaves and tied them in a nice little bundle, I ordered him to "get up to his room", take his clothes off and wait for me. In the meantime, i dressed in the most ladylike clothes I had packed for this trip -- a short denim skirt and a black v-neck blouse. I let down my hair in a thick mane, and applied a strict eye make-up.

The clothes and the make-up made a psychological difference. Like theater actors, dressing and making-my face made me feel more up to the task. "I'll show it to him this time," I thought as I put on mascara and eyeliner for that smoky effect. "This time, he would beg me so much to stop instead of begging for more." I couldn't help smiling as I put on the lipstick and applied some blush, making me instantly look at least 5 years older. Deep inside me, I felt that it was today that Marcus would cry.

I made my presence known to him from where he waits inside the bedroom by making my steps up the stairs extra loud. Let him shiver in his boots... or lack of it! Marcus was as I had instructed, naked, facing the wall, and holding the birches behind him.

I tied him to the bed. First I tied his hips around a rolled-up mattress so he wouldn't be able to move sideways. Then I also tied him down at his shoulders. Feet were bound together and tied to one of the bed legs. His arms were spread apart, tied at 2 other bed legs. After a wiggle-test, I was assured that he could not get out of this position. I have never tied him this way before, but it looks greatly promising.

But I surprised him by giving him something that he hadn't expected. All day long yesterday he was asking for the birch. However, as dressing up I spontaneously also picked up a belt, which I intended to slap down hard on his delicious bottom before I give him what he asks for. If he wants me to take charge of this spanking, I'll show him I can do it by all means! But I wasn't thinking about that exactly just then. I just got absorbed into my role as disciplinarian and started spanking him for real after announcing my impromptu decision.

This surely had taken him by surprise. I can hear from his screams that he didn't expect this, but at the same time I knew this was the kind of punishing discipline he craved for, and that fueled me more to give it harder and harder. I don't know how long I was belting him, but I tried to give as much force as I can to each one. Soon, he was begging me to stop. I knew from experience though, that he could take so much more than this.

"You told me yesterday (*whack*) to give you the spanking of your life! (*whack*) You wanted me to give it to you hard (*whack*) and I know that later (*whack*) you'll be begging me for more! (*whack*)"

I gagged his mouth with my panties and continued to pound him with the end of the folded belt, maybe about 5 minutes more. I threatened him that any screams outside the pillow will be met with even harder whippings, and I kept true to my word until he learned to control his screams.

When I decided it was done with the belt, he heaved a sigh of relief, but not for long. I grabbed the birch, and an audible high-pitched scream came out of his mouth. "No, no, no! Please, Carolyn, Stoooop!"

I immediately put my hand on his mouth to put an end to his begging. I had to put my foot down. And besides, the feeling of being in charge --even of when he would talk and scream-- was totally exciting. "No, now you're going to get what you asked for.... Remember, you asked me to make a follow-through, like this..."

WHISHHH!!, the birch rod whistled in the air as I showed him how I would soon do it to his ass. I again heard some begging, and a beseeching hand was trying to grab on to my legs.

I tried to ignore this and proceeded to business. Marcus' continuous screams filled the room. To give him the follow through he (initially) wanted, I also stood over him on the bed as I slashed the birches between his butt and thighs.

That was painful for him, but not as accurate as when I'm standing by the bed so I stood beside him again and gave him a long series of hard birching until I thought he couldn't take more. *swish!* ow! *swish!* aj! *swish!* aaaaarrrrgh! *swish!* eeeEEE! To tell you the truth, Marcus' high pitched screams just turns me on somehow. I love it when he responds to my whacks. I swished harder and harder. It was so near, so near until he gets tired. Then, I thought, he will reach the point of losing energy to fight, and eventually just submit and cry. So near, so near...

But!

At this point, the resisting side of Marcus said the safe word! You can imagine my frustration, I was so in the mood that I found his request as another reason to put on with the spanks. At the same time though, I knew couldn't go so much further if he doesn't want to. I gave him about 10 hard birchings more after he had shouted the safe word, grabbed the belt, gave him 2 more before finally stopping.

It took me a while to relax, and then I released him from his bounds. We had a nice comforting-session afterwards, followed by... I'm sure horny spankers could imagine what ;-) But in hindsight, I don't regret that I didn't make Marcus cry this time either. It really felt to me (and he said so too), that I had been able to break him some, to make him feel more vulnerable.

You can be sure he didn't taunt me as I was releasing his arms, and well, up to this hour he hadn't yet hinted that he wants an even harder spanking in the near future!

/Carolyn

... This post is to be continued! On the next, I will post pictures of what Marcus' naughty bottom looked like: bright red, and (as I post this entry), an amazing shade of blue!

Swedish spanking words

One could say that words exist because there is a need for them.

So, what about this has to do with spanking?

In Swedish there is a specific word for being spanked by the birch! It's called risbastu, which literary means "birch sauna," but are more accurately translated as "birching". Risbastu is a very fitting word because I really get warm and sweaty during a session of the birch, although the heat is mostly concentrated on one particular spot.

Since I'm writing about spanking-related words in Swedish, lets continue with the language lesson:

Plain spanking is smisk in Swedish, although smisk originally refers to lighter spankng, mostly with the open palm (also called dask), and it roughly can be translated into "slap". Nowadays though, I'm under the impression that "spank" can be directly translated into "smisk". Antoher way of referring to spanking in Swedish is smäll i stjärten, or just smäll. Smäll is a word with a wide meaning, roughly translated as crack, bang, slam, snap knock, blow, smack, etc. The phrase i stjärten, just means, "on the butt". Thus, "Vill du ha smäll (i stjärten)?" is the Swedish way of saying: "Do you want a spanking on your bottom?" The word stryk could probably also be used as spanking, although its translation is more ascosiated with beating than with spanking.

Birch rod, is in Swedish in reverse order: björkris. Björk means birch, as in the tree with white bark, and in this case the rod is ris. The difference between ris and rod however is that in English "rod" usually just refers to a single stick, like a cane. The Swedish ris on the other hand, is a bundle of sticks/twigs. Incidentally, and for some unknown reason, ris also means rice (yes, the thing you eat) in Swedish. It's no use just calling the birches (as spanking implement) simply as björk, unless you are requesting to get spanked by a whole tree trunk. And if you just say just ris, your spanker might get confused that you want to be hit with rice!

I think though that birch plainly works very well for ris -- the ris for spanking that is.

The good birch rod

That's my (Marcus') butt, after some minutes of warm-up and about 7 minutes more of birching...
As we are currently residing at the countryside, we have experimented a lot with birches. The birch rod is, or rather was, the preferred implement of corporal punishment in Sweden in the old days and Carolyn and I are intrigued by it. Just having to go out in nature to get the twigs for your own butt is punishment enough, not to mention that Carolyn has to approve the "quality" of the birches I pick for maximum effect.

But more about the pros and cons later. Now to the issue of this post: how to make a birch bundle, which I call birch rod from now on.

A birch rod consists of twigs -- even if it's not really from a birch tree -- in a bundle. For us, the actual birch tree provides the best material, since its twigs are both durable and flexible. Other flexible twigs are good too, like these ones we found during an afternoon walk:

They won't break during the spanking, and it's so flexible it almost sounds like a whip. Birch twigs are also the traditional material in Sweden for birching rods. Remember: the swishiest twigs come from young birch trees. The fresher, the better (and more painful! Picture below) We also try to take the straightest twigs possible, which prevents the twigs from getting to unwanted places like back, thigh and sides.

Less is more, also when it comes to birch making. While thick and big birch rods look impressive, it’s the small, thin ones that sting the most. Five to seven twigs in a bundle is usually good. So, after cutting 5-7 twigs we trim them of leaves and other branches to lessen the wind resistance. We also try to make the branches equally long, somewhere between 50 to 70cm. We also usually make two at a time though they tend to wear out after aproximatly 5-10 minutes of hard continous spanking, when they look like this:


Why the fascination about the birch? After all, there's the hassle of getting them in the first place (they are best fresh, otherwise you can keep them for a day in a vase with water), and the swishing branches leave so much mess inside the house that I have to have a "second punishment" of cleaning up after getting spanked.

But the pros? It just gives a wonderful --or terrible--sting. It's wonderful now when I think about it, but awfully terrible during the spanking itself. It's also so much more dreadful getting them when you know what awaits you. I usually can't hold position when being birched, especially when it’s hard and fast because the effect really is cumulative. With effective tying of my arms and legs though, I scream but I can't get away!

Although it hurts really much, another pro is that it leaves only superficial damage: no risk of injury, but it can leave you with welts, and sometimes very light bleeding. This is one implement you can actually be spanked with everyday, opposed to for instance the hairbrush. For the spanker's part, she/he can hit as hard as she can with this in mind. Except for being conscious of the neighbors hearing my screams, Carolyn says she can go on with it for a loooong time. My butt surely knows this from, um, experience.

/Marcus, who now has his own profile

Our spanking journey begins

Hello and welcome to our site!

Our site is a fairly new one. I've just constructed it two days ago in fact. Why Spanking Journey? Over this past year, Marcus and I have collected so many spanking pictures and have decided to put them up in the form of a blog. We are still experimenting with new positions, implements, locations and scenarios though, but I must say that all are exciting, though I like some better than others. Compared to other spanking blogs out there, written by people with years of spanking experience, this blog will probably be one of the less "established"... take it as an amateur spankers' site. But we'll keep you posted on our new experiences, bruises and lashes. We're also experimenting on techniques on tying each other, for less possibilities of escape and wiggling >;-)

Carolyn's favorite implements to take on Marcus:
1. birches (ooooh! ooow!)
2. carpet beater
3. horse whip

What I like on my butt when Marcus gives it to me:
1. belt
2. hand
3. brush

We hope this can be a site where we can become more comfortable, get tips, and grow in our spanking journey!

Some pictures from the other day. I tied Marcus to the dining table. Newly waxed behind, hmmm.... :-)


I made him pick the birches himself after "failing his subjects" as an absentee schoolboy. Tsk tsk... That's not good, is it? To think I already warned him that he will get a spanking if he fails! Well, well. After seven minutes of birching (by the way he got it the next day too for something else), I comforted him on the bed and rubbed on his beautiful welts.

Okay, it dosn't look that bad... I think welts are a turn-on though. Birches are good since they don't leave any long-lasting marks, unlike the belt, which had given my aching butt a blue bruise. But that's a story for some other post.

We will keep up the good work!
/Carolyn