Judge Frances Henderson didn't like thieves and he was hard on them. Doris had been sentenced to five years in the reformatory and she was to be birched as soon as she arrived.
The court police officer escorted Doris into the Wakefield Reformatory. She stood there in front of the head matron. Vivian, the head matron read the court papers. "Officer Barfield, it says here that she is to be birched."
Doris didn't know what a birching was, but it didn't sound like she was going to enjoy it. Vivian signed the paperwork and handed it back to Officer Barfield. Officer Barfield stood there. "Just what do you want now?"
He smiled. "I'm staying to watch of course."
"No I don't think so." Vivian stepped forward and turned him around ushering him towards the main entrance. Once he was gone she turned to Doris and another matron. "Gwendaline, take her down to the punishment room. I'll be there momentarily to administer the birching."
Doris shuddered. "What are you going to do to me?"
As Gwendaline escorted Doris down the hallway she swatted her on the backside with her hand. "Quiet, you'll only speak when addressed."
Doris stopped and turned to face the matron. "What do you mean?"
Gwendaline swats her again on the ass. Her cloths absorb the impact. "Hush, no speaking, my dear."
Gwendaline turns her around and roughly shoves her to the end of the corridor and a large door, in the two go. The matron points to a large table in the center of the room. "Bend over the table. Doris, not wanting to anger the matron does as she is told. Quickly Gwendaline restrains her wrists with a rope and puts a large leather belt over her waist, she can't move.
Gwendaline then takes a bundle of sticks down off the wall and begins to hit Doris with them.
Swish. Thup. Swish. Thup. Swish. Thup.
At first Doris doesn't feel any pain, but after three cuts of the birch on the back of her dress she begins to moan slightly. Not from pain, as the dress is still absorbing the cuts of the birch.
Swish. Thup. "OOOOOO." Swish. Thup. "OOOOOO." Swish. Thup. "OOOOOO." Swish. Thup. "OOOOOO."
Then Vivian, the head matron enters. "Stop that. It'll do no good without raising her dress up and baring her backside. You know that."
Vivian takes the birch from Gwendaline. "Raise her dress."
Gwendaline raises the back of Doris's dress and undoes the button holding up her pantaloons. Baring Doris's backside. "Oh my god, what are you doing. Cover me up. This isn't right."
At this point Vivian begins Doris initiation into hell. She begins her birching on her bare skin.
Swish. Thup. "Yeeeeeeowch." Swish. Thup. "Yeeeeeeowch. Ooohhh my god. No it hurts so." Swish. Thup. "Yeeeeeeowch." Swish. Thup. "Yeeeeeeowch. Please stop. I don't deserve this. It hurts." Swish. Thup. "Yeeeeeeowch." Swish. Thup. "Yeeeeeeowch."
Vivian stops the beating and rubs the ass cheek of Doris. "That's the purpose of this beating my dear. Judge Henderson sentenced you to five years and a birch and that's what you're going to get. Plus you'll follow all rules or this will be repeated often and soundly. We here at Wakefield believe that a well chastised thief will be a well behaved thief.
She then went back to beating Doris's backside with the birch. Vivian being a sadistic woman loved every minute of it. Doris didn't love it one bit. She began to cry between screams of pain.
"Boo Hoo, Boo Hoo, Boo Hoo, Boo Hoo, Boo Hoo, Boo Hoo, Boo Hoo, Boo Hoo, Boo Hoo, Boo Hoo, Boo Hoo, Boo Hoo, Boo Hoo Boo Hoo, Boo Hoo, Boo Hoo."
Swish. Thup. "Yeeeeeeowch." Swish. Thup. "Yeeeeeeowch." Swish. Thup. "Yeeeeeeowch." Swish. Thup. "Yeeeeeeowch."
Doris's backside was beaten raw. The pain almost made her pass out. But she wasn't that lucky. She had to suffer through each and every cut of the birch.
Swish. Thup. "Yeeeeeeowch." Swish. Thup. "Yeeeeeeowch." Swish. Thup. "Yeeeeeeowch."
Once the punishment was over. Doris was released from the spanking bench/table; she was stripped and given a reformatory dress. Then she was taken to the reformatory doctor, while he treated her ass. She cried during the entire thing. Then she was taken to her cell. She cried herself to sleep that night.
Over the next few days she learned the rules the hard way. Receiving another birching. But she eventually fell into the day to day routine of the Wakefield Reformatory.
5 years ago