Step-Daddy laid down the strap and picked up an implement I'd never been spanked with before. "This is a birch rod, I'm going to thrash your bare bottom." I whimpered as Step-Daddy pulled down my bloomers, baring my bottom for the next round of punishment. The bundle of birch rods landed hard on my tender red bottom. Each stroke painted lines of searing welts across my flesh. I begin to sob anew. Tears running down my hot cheeks, as Step-Daddy continued to beat my bottom with the rod. My bottom was an explosion of pain as the merciless thrashing continued until I was blubbering uncontrollably.... Show more