A Lesson From the Birch

As I walked across the room, lightly tapping the supple birch rod against my trouser leg, I adopted a stern and uncompromising demeanour. I was looking forward immensely to administering Susie's first ever caning. She looked at me then, unable to resist a tentative peep, but I didn't admonish her because I enjoyed the way her clear blue eyes widened at the sight of the rod in my hand...The college Principal administers discipline with a rod of iron - or to be more precise, a rod of birch.But corporal punishment is only one element of a disciplinary process he's honed and perfected over many years, on countless nubile young ladies. He expects good manners and obedience from all students who pass through his establishment of education, and from those particular beauties who catch his eye he expects good manners and obedience - and complete submission.And he is extremely skilled at getting it...