The village birching block.

The village birching block was much feared by the young ladies of the locality. If the humiliation of been forced to strip off and then present your bare haunches in such a brazen fashion was not bad enough, then of course the actual thrashing itself was a truly awful experience. No young lady ever forgot the stinging pain imparted by a hefty stroke of the birch across their bare bottom. By the second strike they would be howling like a banshee and begging for mercy. It was if course all to no avail as the sentence was duly carried out, the birch was put down and the poor young lady helped back to her unsteady feet. She would spend the rest of the day lying on her front, sobbing quietly into her pillow, trying to forget about the sore and throbbing pain that radiated from her rear end.
The older and more knowing married ladies of the village, whilst sympathising with the poor recipient of such a public beating, enjoyed a rather different aftermath. They would hurry home with their men folk, get the k**s to bed or out of the house, and then enjoy some surprisingly raunchy and lusty sex. They would have noted the glint in the eyes of their husband as the victim disrobed for her flogging, their mounting excitement as the birch hovered over the bare posterior of the young lady, and their evident pleasure at seeing the chastisement progress.
Once they got their men home, such wives would quickly disrobe and rush to release the throbbing and rampant manhoods of their men. They would positively purr in pleasure as they laid back, opened wide their thighs and let themselves be lustily impaled to the bed, as their husbands fair fucked the living daylights out of them. The more lucky ladies would be satisfied several times during the night, as such public birchings seemed to so stir the blood of both sexes...