My First Birching in the Woods

Late August we went to spend some weeks in the Alps with all the family. The panorama was idyllic: rocky mountains, luxuriant woods, meadows and pastures studded by crystal lakes.

We walked many hours every day and enjoyed ourselves a lot. One morning our kids remained to play with some friends in a beautiful park, full of games and attractions, so Alex and I went for a walk in a wood quite far away. The previous day and night I had been in charge, and Alex was wearing marks of my belt and teeth. Besides, he had his legs striped with red and blue bruises, because I had beaten him with tiny branchlets. He was very proud of those marks and ready to switch. He informed me with a steel voice: “Today I AM in charge, sweety.”

For half an hour we followed a beaten path, then decided to enter into the thick of the forest. We went on for some minutes: at a certain point it was as if we were passing the threshold of an enchanted realm, and time was no more. The ground was crowded with fallen branches, rocks covered with musk, stones of different shapes and dimensions, tall grasses. A beautiful raven, black as the deepest night, was following us from the beginning of the morning and stopped himself to rest on the tallest branch of a tree nearby. Squirrels were playing. There was an exquisite fragrance of wet earth and mint plants. For a long time we remained silent.

At last my Master told me: “I think that this is the right place. The trees are dense enough, and there’s a good supply of the kind of wood I was looking for”. The wood around us was a mixed forest, partly made of conifers and partly of oaks and birches. I was dressed in a wool sweater, a pair of orange shorts, and heavy shoes. At my neck I wore a silver collar with very big turquoises. In my earlobes there were eight small golden earrings and two large ones of silver and turquoise. They were so heavy that were slowly stretching my holes. Over his jeans Alex wore a very big belt, with an heavy engraved buckle.

The voice of my beloved was deep and beautiful: “Slave, come here.”

Immediately I did so. “Look at that tree.” said my Lord, pointing to an old, lovely pine, with a big trunk covered with resin. I swallowed.

He took my left hand and led me in front of the tree. “Bind your hair, slave.” – he ordered. I obeyed. My hair, cut very short three years ago, is now of shoulder length. “Take down your shorts and panties.” My Master said. I performed. “And now, darling, embrace the trunk.” For a moment, only for a moment, I hesitated.

My Lord slapped me with the back of his ringed hand. I fell on the ground. “Useless slave, do I have to repeat my orders now before you obey them?” I was weeping; my Lord’s hand had been even heavier than usual. He was wearing his heavy family onyx ring, engraved with the signet of his grandfather.

Painfully I stood up and embraced the trunk. “You disobeyed me.” His voice was hard.

“Forgive me, Master… please, I didn’t want to disobey you, I didn’t mean to, really…”

“You were slow, you hesitated… don’t you know who is the Master here?”

My eyes were full of tears. “Please, my Lord, punish me, but don’t be angry! I was slow and stupid, but I never wanted to disobey you…”

Alex answered: “I’m not angry; you are in luck that for this time you don’t see me in that state.” Now my face was in contact with the trunk of the pine. I couldn’t see my Master, but I clearly heard the sound of branchlets being broken; then, after a while, his beloved steel voice: “I will beat you with these six birch-rods. Do you have any question?”

I asked, with trembling voice: How many strokes will I receive, my Lord?”

He answered: “It depends. I want to break these rods on your buttocks. When all six are broken your birching will be finished.”

“Master” – I said as sweetly as possible –

“Yes, slave?”

“Please – I repeated, because I was feeling really repentant – hit me bloody, but don’t be angry. I’ll never hesitate again, never”.

My Lord said, with unexpected sweetness: “My dear, as I told you before, I’m not angry. I love you, darling, you are the slave that I’ve always dreamed of. Now, listen to my orders. During this beating you will not be bound, but it’s better for you to remain embraced to the tree. If you change position, I’ll hit you harder. Is it clear?”

“Yes, my Master”. Then he continued: “You can cry as much as you want, of course, only animals will hear you. I love you, Laylah.”

The raven on the tree nearby was laughing.

My Lord began my birching.

A fire different from any other I had experienced exploded in my buttocks. I cried: “Lord, please, forgive me.”

Another painful stroke and: “I forgive you, slave.” He kissed me, then continued my beating. I cried and cried and cried. Again the raven mocked me with his verse.

My Master went on for a long time, while I tried with all my strength to maintain the position he had commanded me. At the end I couldn’t stay still anymore, and, exhausted, I moved, half collapsing on the ground. The strokes now arrived on my shoulders. “Please, my Lord – I begged – Please, give me some moments to regain position…”

His voice was liquid iron: “No, darling, no mercy. I will go on without interruptions. If you want you can say red or yellow, but if I don’t heard a safeword, I will continue.”

One stroke reached my flanks. At last I was again in position and the target became again my bottom. I was mad with pain; but just when I was thinking: “No pleasure, this time” a huge wave of ecstasy wrapped me and rocked, lulled me in its tender arms. I was again dissolving in that well known ocean… thank you, my Goddess…

After a time I perceived as interminable, he stopped and told me: “The birch rods are all broken, now come on my knees.” He was sitting on a large stone. I bent myself on his thighs, and waited. “Now I’ll spank you, honey, and you will feel a lot of pleasure.” I was in so deep a trance that I remained silent. He began spanking me.

“You are really an eyeful – my Lord told me – Your buttocks are all bruised, and the marks are of many colours, blue, red, violet… In two points where the branchlets hit with knots there are a few drops of blood, but they are few indeed. I’m proud of my handywork.”

He spanked me very well, slowly, hotly, with a good rhythm. The pain on a flesh so punished was hard, but there was also, as Alex had said, an intense pleasure. I was feeling high with endorphins and begged: “Please, green, Master …harder, my Master…” He laughed, happily: “You wonderful slut of a slave!” In a few moments I came – a wonderful, sweet, musked orgasm. My Lord embraced me and cuddled me for a while. We were silent, for long, calm, serene moments.

Then he advised me: “Darling, you happened to fall down the path and bruise your face, didn’t you?”

“Huh?… What, Master?”

“Honey – he told with sweetness – the mark of my ring… we must find an excuse of some kind…”

“Oh, my Lord – I answered – why must it be this way? I’m so proud of your marks! I dream a world in which men and women of every kind, taste and opinion can be free to act without repressions… my Goddess, a world of love, freedom and tolerance…”

Alex answered, solemn and simple at the same time: “I understand you very well. I also am very proud of the marks that my beloved Lady impressed on my body… but this world, exactly as it is in this moment, is THE PURE EARTH – all is perfect, you must only Wake up, and live…”

“I’m Awake, my sweet Lord, and I LIVE…”

We began the way of return. Our friend the raven was still watching, mocking and following us. “Brother Raven – I said to him – friend of Wotan, grimes wrasen, this morning I didn’t give up my eye for wisdom, but in this little ordeal I’ve gained love, a DEEPER love. Thank you for having mocked me, as it was fit. Thank you for having being present.” The bird cawed to us, then prepared himself to fly away. “Blessed be!” I cried to him. Then I followed my Master towards the beaten path.