Friday, April 30, 2021

Birching, Birch Rods, Switches...

                              

I find it interesting that within the "punishment arsenal" of most people, birches (birch rods) and switches (as in freshly cut green switches) are rarely mentioned or used. I personally love them. That whippy sound cutting through the air, the unique aroma of fresh cut willow switches, the report they leave upon impact, how they bite into the flesh, those lovely welts, using a variety of them, different sizes and grouping, just...raw and so intense. 




 
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Baby Swordfish: this little one can grow over 1000 lbs.



 



76 years ago today Hitler died...and the world rejoiced.
Who would have thought that roughly 72 years later his ideology would make a comeback...through some people in the Republican party, in the United States of America.  


 


 


Two very different generations...side by side. 





  



This good girl found and brought home a kitten.  :)

 

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People need to stop comparing themselves to others...especially online. We are all our own worst critics. We all know this is unhealthy. People that spend half the day comparing their looks and their life to a bunch of ads online or TV shows or commercials, you know, they're just setting themselves up to make comparisons, then be depressed and beat themselves down...for what purpose?

Maybe look at it like this, (cheesy as it sounds), someone bemoaning their economic situation (for example) by watching movies or TV, seeing wealthy movie stars and celebrities, comparing their house, cars, vacation, clothes etc...or the same to some fake Photoshopped Instagram influencers, could feel like they are "failing" or be jealous or whatever. Instead, they should compare their life to people who have "less" financial security, people in 3rd world countries, billions of people (literally, billions of people) and then...realize that by comparison, they are filthy rich.  

This old adage is true:  'I cried because I had no shoes, until I met a man who had no feet'. 

Beauty is subjective. What is desired by some in the West, is not equally desirable in the East. Women that are obsessed with their weight discount all the men that love Rubenesque women, and women that are "chubby chasers", those that like thicker guys or those with the "Dad bods", same thing. Some guys are more attracted to taller women, others prefer a "spinner". You no doubt get my point. Everyone has unique preferences. Maybe consider, if someone feels the need to compare themselves to others (which is not healthy, there is no benefit) doing so with people that are perhaps less "fortunate", geographically, genetically, intellectually, financially or whatever, and then they'll just feel lucky and grateful for the life, mind and body they have. At least that's what I do. Alright...rant over.  :)

6 comments:

  1. Ah, switches etc. funny you should mention them, Vanessa.

    All spanking implements have their own “flavor”, so to speak. There’s something really special about a good switch. Where we live it’s hard to find a good one most of the year. But it’s now spring and there are shoots that grow from the bases of wild plum trees which work wonderfully.

    I recently collected a few and brought them home. When Irene asked about them, I said that Tammy and Tina must have brought them when they dropped by (part of a game we play so I can pretend I am spanked against my will).

    For me, switches are deeply satisfying. Like the way cold lemonade feels in the back of your throat on a hot day. Irene gave me a couple brief thrashings over the course of a couple days, then we met for a “date” last night.

    I really craved feeling the switches, so I was deliberately sassy and recalcitrant. Irene whipped my bottom and tied me to the bed so I could turn over but not otherwise move. She left for half an hour, then returned and whipped me again and went to take a shower.

    She whipped me a third time, lecturing me continuously, then mounted my face. She came powerfully (one of those orgasms where you wonder if you should warn the local seismologists). Then she gave me a fourth whipping and fucked my brains out.

    We were both exhausted. She “apologized” for fucking me so hard, but not at all for the switchings. It was all so delicious but will take some time for my bottom to recover.

    Best,

    Rosco

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    1. Damn...that was like "porn" hot. And its giving me a few ideas to try out. Thanks for the "seismology" report. :)

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    2. I am glad you liked it. The odd part for me is how it works so well to be left tied after a whipping. It puts me in a very relaxed state of mind and I kind of nod off then wake up wondering when the hell she is coming back. I have no idea what she does during this time - maybe I will ask.

      Yes we are in California earthquake country and there is a local university that is always reporting the tremors so I sometimes joke I should notify them before or after Irene gets a pussy licking.

      - Rosco

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    3. Earthquakes? Don't they rate those with the..."Lichter scale"? :)

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  2. I love the clip of dog and kitten!! I also love the writing if Vaness C! Thanks Ms Perfect Alpha lady! Bow to your female superiority.

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