Tarde de bétula

Stripped bare and collared on her knees waiting for her fate, Valentina’s full round bottom tingles with the anticipation of stinging bites of a birching, promised by her husband Steve.  He briskly commands her to fashion a few birch twigs together to make a rod. Valentina obediently presents her handiwork.  Steve fastens her to the wall stretching her full voluptuous body from tiptoes to dainty wrists.  Her protruding bottom offers a tempting target pulled upward as it is she can barely wiggle.  She dances and gyrates trying to ease the thrashing when the birch begins to fall and kiss her tender flesh. The stinging staccato sensation only ceases for those few moments when he smashes their lips together for a passionate kiss, before resuming. Her bottom starts to pickle with streaking welts before Steve stops.  He leaves her hanging on the wall.