I had not called a friend of mine in a few months, he called yesterday to ask why I had not been in touch. He wants to know if I had plans, if I expected company or if any one was visiting. I answered no to all the above. He said he would be over to my house in 30 Min.
He cane over and gave me a royal ass chewing for not staying in touch.
My house is in a relatively private location with many bushes surrounding the place. I knew I was in for a hot seat treatment but this one was different. He ask for a yard stick, I thought this won't be too bad, but he had no intention of using a yard stick on me. He had me remove my clothes.
He told me to get the clippers and cut about 35-40 straight thin flexible branchs none shorter than 30 inches.It tool about 20-30 min. to accomplish this task. We then put them on a table and picked out the best ones after I cleaned the leaves, stems and bumps off them. I then had to take nine or ten of them and tie them into three bundles with rawhide string trimming them to 30 inches in length. I then made handles with duct tape. He then put them in pool water up to the handles, he said to sterilize them with the chorine water. It also made them more heavy and flexible.
I then had to go over to the hot tub wall which comes up to just below my knees. I had to place my hand flat on the top of the wall and await the birching, which he applied with a will. I had been birched before but never like this, I lost count of the stroke at thirty and there were several more to go before the first rod was frayed, Thankfully the next two had time to dry and were not as heavy and did not last as long each stroke took my breath away, those thing are heavier than they look and the impact is like a mixture of multiple canes and an impact instrument such as a paddle. By the second rod I was getting vocal, I did not care if anyone heard me. It was a struggle to maintain the bent over position with my hands flat on the bricks. He told me he would make another rod out out of the left over twigs and wear a fourth rod out on me if I did not remain in position. Thankful, somehow I remade bent over hand on the low wall through the whole ordeal.
I have no idea how many strokes I received but the first rod must of lasted at least 50 strokes with the other slightly less.
He made me clean up the mess. I had to blow off the pool deck and dip all this little pieces of twigs out of the pool. That in itself was torture as he was using little "dog" whip on my thighs to keep me moving.
He took me in the house and showed me the damage in the mirror. I expected to see a massive number of welts but for the most part my butt and upper thighs was just solids red with a few welts at the edges of the redness and a some strips from the "encourager" he used on my thighs to keep me interested in my clean up work.
He is very good with the rod and somehow did not break the skin. Surprising to me there was a lot of bruising present after the redness faded.
He placed me in the shower to get the debris off and to make sure that there are no splinters sticking in me, there were none. I receive some very tender after care in the shower which lead to this thrashing becoming a very pleasant event.
My hindquarters looksas if it took a paddling or a strapping with a few thin lines at the edges and strips on my thighs from the little whip when I looked this mornig. It still quiet sore and has me standing while I type this.
Rob