Tuesday, January 13, 2009

Not About Birching


I'll admit I wrote one post about birching. Not that it would provide much fodder for sexual fantasy or arousal. It was a pretty mild post. Still, it draws people to this blog. Here is a small sample of the text typed into Google that brings them here.


birching storiesVictorian birching young ladies
birched storiesbirched on bottoms
birch rod storiesbottoms birched
birched ladiesbirches in brine
birching herbirches soaked in brine
birchingbirching a woman
birch rodstories birching punishment
birch soakingbirched ladies severe punishment stories
been birchedbirched young ladies caning stories
birched she wasvery painful birching
girl birchedbirching my bottom stories
round bottom birchingbrine soaked birch


The most interesting fact is the source of these searches. In most (but not all) instances, if I look at the country of origin of one of these queries, this is what I see:


The British do have a fascination for birching. I'm glad my post on the subject is encouraging them to visit me. But, er, this post isn't about birching either.
Sorry.

12 comments:

Jflame said...

Well I live in England and I'm not obsessed with birching. The Paddle and the belt hold my attention for much longer.
I dunno why the English are obsessed with hairbrushes either, nasty demonic things.
Hugs, Jay

The Headmaster said...

Allow me to shed some light on these matters. The birch was a scared Druidic tree, with the power to cast out evil. Many commentators believe that this is how spanking originated. Of course, a birching over clothing hardly constitutes a salutary punishment, hence the requirement to disrobe, or at the very least to bare your bottom. Now, in the hey-day of the public school, the British replaced the superstitious nonsense of the birch with a simpler alternative - the easier to maintain cane. And, although it is effective over clothing, the tradition of administering punishment on the bare buttocks remains. I do hope that helps!

Daisychain said...

I think the Headmaster means SACRED, not scared!!!!! LOL. Fancy a headmaster making a typo like that! Bless him! xxx

Hahaha, so, you use trickery to get visitors, Hermione! Well done! xxx

Paul said...

Hermione, the birch was used at the home I was in, I prefered it to the cane, it stung more but the pain didn't last nealy as long as the cane strokes.
Believe me there was nothing sacred about the birch at that home, specially when we had to cut them.
Warm hugs,
Paul.

Hermione said...

Jay - I didn't know the English had a thing for hairbrushes. You learn something new every day!

Headmaster - Thank you; that was very enlightening. Birch trees don't live long in Canada. They tend to be attacked by borers (insects) and die after a few years. Lucky for me.

Daisychain - Yes, I noticed the typo. It's on his blog too, but I didn't like to point it out to him. There could be repercussions!

And all's fair in love and blogging. I expect this post will get a fair number of hits too.

Paul - I should think that "scared" would have been the appropriate spelling in that case.

Hugs,
Hermione

Recidavist said...

Ok, I'll chip in with my bit of birch trivia. First up, I've never been birched or caned, we use flat things, hands, brushes etc. Don't know why being British, we just do.

Now birches, well well a few years ago I was helping K's father (steady on its not like that!)with the end of winter garden tidy up. I was about to start a bonfire of all the garden rubbish that had been piled up since last summer - an annual ritual in England (smokey, not sacred). So, I picked up a handful of pruned twigs from the bonfire pile and tried to snap them into short lengths to make kindling to get it started - well, would they break? They could have been made of rubber, they had been cut since last autumn and lying out on the ground since then but they had this amazing tensile plasticity of having been cut yesterday, they bent, they twisted, they flexed, you could tie the thin ones in knots.

And so it dawned, these were birch twigs.

And that my friends is why they hold such a special place in the British nations' affection.

They grow almost everywhere, even a small tree will provide a good supply of neat straight twigs from delicate filaments to thick as a finger, and most importantly they hold this wonderful whippy flexibility for ages after being cut!

Fascinating thing, nature

R

Greenwoman said...

I have never had a birching. I definitely wasn't curious about them until I read what Paul said about them. Now I'm curious. LOL!

Hermione said...

Recidavist - I agree, that was fascinating. I had no idea they woudl stay pliable after so long.

Greenwoman - Neither have I, but now I am curious too!

Hugs,
Hermione

ronnie said...

Hi Hermione,
Very nasty things, Birching was used on young offenders in Britian and Isle of Man. (not sure in what years).
If I had a choice between the cane and the birch, I would have to go for the cane and I hate the cane.
Thanks Hermione.
Ronnie
xx

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Hermione said...

Ronnie - Times certainly have changed.

SPANKEDHORTIC said...

Ronnie, I think that the last judicial birching in the UK took place in 1976, on the Isle of Man.

Prefectdt