So, which scene was the hottest? I’ve just been re-reading our friend Martha’s accounts of her weekend chez nous, reminiscing and reflecting. Wow, but she writes well – each phrase takes me straight back, and conjurs up the most wonderful, intense images.

There’s nothing quite like a well-planned scene. The ideas for the reformatory birching, for example, had been evolving for weeks, occasional mentions of walks in the woods sending shivers down Martha and Haron’s spines. That one had the added benefit of the passing cyclist observing Martha, hands on knees, being switched – much to our amusement. Not that Martha could laugh, of course: the reformatory officer was far to stern to tolerate giggling in the ranks. And there’s something about the birch – it certainly makes Haron howl like nothing else, even when used lightly, and Martha wasn’t far behind.

And then we had the two daughters, with a sound parental thrashing. That was intense, especially observing the two girls holding hands across the bed during their punishments. Indeed, as each of them took their whipping, it was the other girl who seemed closer to tears – watching her friend’s reactions to each lash of my belt.

Or there was the school scene – the product of an over-fertile overnight imagination; much more spontaneous. A hard caning, that: the last scene of the weekend, so it needed to count. After all, Martha had a long train ride home, and she needed something to help her to reminisce. The girls’ faces when I swapped over to the dragon cane for the second part of their punishment were wonderful to behold.

This was undoubtedly my best Easter weekend ever! And it’s been made even better by seeing so many new readers join us – our record for the most hits per day has tumbled again and again. We’d love it if you said “hi”, and it’d be great to hear which of the scene descriptions you enjoyed the most.