[This is a page taken using the Wayback machine from the now defunct website of Miss Marchmont that is an interview with the author Penny Birch whose website is also defunct - saved here for posterity and in admiration of Miss Penny Birch]
Can you describe yourself to us and tell us a little about your life.
I stand 5’ 2” in my bare feet. I’m slight and wear my dark hair in a bob. Nice people tell me I’m pretty, cheeky ones tell me I’ve got a fat bottom. I was born and educated in south-east England, went to Oxford University and have followed an academic career, which I keep very carefully separate from my sex life and my erotic writing.
I have one brother, older than myself, who works in the wine trade and is really more of an uncle to me. I live in a city but adore the English countryside, which will always be a strong theme in my writing.
When, how did you get into CP?
All my life I have been fascinated with having my bottom spanked, and all my other erotic fantasies come from this central need. At school the bullies would sometimes take girls or boys into the center of a clump of pampas grass. The victim would be tied to a tree and have her bottom bared for a whipping. It was a sort of initiation, and several of my friends had it done to them. Nobody did it to me because they were scared of my brother. I was grateful, but I also felt bitterly disappointed, which I didn’t really understand. Eventually I came to understand the relationship between being beaten and humiliated and sexual pleasure.
What was your first CP fantasy?
My first proper CP fantasy involved an imaginary road house that for some reason I always pictured as being on the A303. The idea was that anybody could stay there, and if they couldn’t pay they would give an hour’s service in a little cubicle. Of course I could never pay. The cubicles had a device like a pillory in one wall, so that my head and hands were outside in the main eating area and my body in the cubicle. It’s a really diverse fantasy. I can come over being molested by some unknown man; generally stripped, beaten and then fucked or even buggered. Or I can come over the thought of the dinner guests laughing at me as they watch the expressions on my face while I’m used, especially while I’m being beaten. Perhaps best is imagining talking to another girl in the next cubicle. We are both hoping that nobody will chose to buy us when suddenly the expression on her face changes and I know she can feel male hands exploring her body. I talk to her and watch her face as she is slowly stripped, then beaten and finally buggered. I am sympathetic, but all the guests think what is happening to her is really funny. When she is slumped in her stocks I think it is over, only to feel groping hands on my own bottom. I don’t know what happens after that because I’ve always come by then.
When, how were you first spanked/beaten? Can you tell us about it?
My first erotic spanking was with a boyfriend in Portsmouth. He was really obsessed with my bottom and used to feel it at every opportunity, often in very embarrassing public places. He would pat my bottom cheeks and call me naughty in front of his friends, which really got to me although it was right on the borderline between being fun and putting me off him. One day on Southsea beach I was sunbathing in a really tiny bikini and he pulled the back down to show his friends my bottom. I was furious but it really got to me and that evening I told him about my spanking fantasies. He had me bend over a desk in his room and smacked my bottom with a ruler, first on my jeans and then bare. It was nice in a way, but really very crude. He just seemed to think it was funny.
I was first caned at college. A girlfriend and I got drunk together and I admitted I liked to be punished. She was a bit doubtful at first but ended up giving me six on the bare. I know she enjoyed it because she made a big deal of telling me off and pulling my skirt up, then pulling down my knickers. She used a bamboo from a pot plant and it really stung. I was shown my smacked bum in the mirror, with the six red lines and my pussy lips peeping out from between my thighs. Unfortunately that was as far as it went, although I would love to have masturbated like that.
Do you think women have different CP fantasies to men?
Yes. I don’t think men’s fantasies are necessarily less subtle or complicated than women’s, but I do think they are more fixed. Very few of the men I know intimately have a wide range of fantasies and they do tend to be more obsessive. I’ve known men who have a desperate need for one thing, say caning a girl who has only tight navy blue knickers on, but can’t handle any other fantasies at all and won’t play out mine. Personally I’m always happy to experiment and I will do things that aren’t really what I want to keep a boyfriend happy, but only up to a point and on a reciprocal basis. I also think it’s important not to let a man control the fantasy side of a relationship.
Men like to beat girls for many reasons, and these don’t always fit exactly with the girl’s needs. For me the high point of being spanked is the moment my knickers are pulled down, and most of the pleasure is in my head. I prefer men who like to make me feel small, and rude, and contrite; rather than actually hurt me. I need to be handled carefully during a beating and as a submissive woman I need to know that I can ultimately trust my partner. When indulging very involved spanking fantasies there’s a lot to be said for a woman as my dominant.
Do you also enjoy being dominant, giving out spanking to men or women? Or are you purely submissive. If dominant can you tell us about a dominant experience you enjoyed?
I’ll spank anybody who spanks me. In fact now I won’t let anyone spank me unless they are prepared to let me do it to them in return. I really hate the sort of stuck up mentality that feels that spanking me makes them genuinely superior and I simply won’t do it.
When spanking a girl I like to imagine her going through the same feelings of helplessness, exposure, humiliation, pain and excitement that I enjoy so much myself. With men it doesn’t so much turn me on as give me a really fine sense of revenge.
Perhaps one of my best experiences was visiting a male friend who is a very experienced submissive. He had a new girlfriend with him who was full of enthusiasm but really quite innocent about CP. She was even smaller than me, and there was just something about her that made me want to beat her; perhaps it was the fact that he was so desperate to make her into his domina. Anyway, within an hour of meeting her I had her bent over a whipping stool with her dress pulled up. She took down her own panties for me, and because she was so slim I could see every detail of her pussy and bottom hole. (I always think a girl’s bottom hole should show while she’s beaten and she should know it too.) I caned her, teasing her and stroking her bottom between strokes, and now she far prefers taking a beating to giving one.
How did you become an erotic writer?
By needing to do it. I have always enjoyed writing and have always preferred to write dirty stories. To write at a professional or semi-professional level I believe an author needs a genuine compulsion to write. Imagination is the next most important thing, and then a willingness to put down your true feelings on paper. Technical things, like sentence structure and modern usage and whether you should “tell” or “show” a story are all far less important. If you have to force it you probably shouldn’t be doing it.
With me it is more a question of stopping myself from writing than of making myself write. My head is always full of plots and ideas for scenes, and when I write I always do it from the heart, and if possible describe experiences that I have enjoyed myself. When I describe something I don’t know about, like erotic piercing or how a cock feels when it’s sucked, I always ask a few friends.
I used to write for fun long before I had anything published. My first publications were all very dry and precise scientific papers, which taught me the discipline of writing. Short stories in a variety of dirty magazines followed, and then my first novel Penny in Harness, which was published in July 1998. I am now writing my fifth and am contracted for a sixth.
What is the horniest CP scene you have taken part in?
What a question! Where do I start? It’s really hard to say actually, because different memories seem particularly exciting to me at different times. An example might be the time I drove out to a lonely car park with a couple of close friends. They knew what I’m like, but I expected them to have a snog and a grope and leave me to get bored. Instead they threw me over the back seat, pulled down my jeans and knickers and gave me a really hard spanking. Then she let me play with her boyfriend’s cock, only to spank me again for touching it! It was so unexpected and so rude that even now I masturbate over it quite often.
A much dirtier, if less spontaneous scene was with a girlfriend. First I had to stand in the bath in just my panties and wet myself. Then I was told to kneel in my own pee and she beat me with a long wooden back-scratcher across the seat of my wet knickers. After a while my knickers were pulled down, then off. She stuffed them in my mouth and continued with my beating until I was so turned on that I began to play with myself. When I was really excited she took the nozzle off the shower hose and started to play it over my bottom, which felt lovely on my hot flushed cheeks. I thought she was being nice to me, but the bitch waited until I was about to come and then pressed the nozzle against my bottom-hole. I was given an enema while I had my orgasm, which really was special.
Yes, actually that probably was about the dirtiest, sexiest thing I’ve ever done. I’ve been beaten in front of audiences and I’ve been beaten with a chorizo stuck up each hole, but the bath scene was something else. Actually just thinking about it is making me horny. I don’t suppose?
I want to reassure the reader that at this point in the interview, due to the fact that Miss Birch was behaving like a naughty, dirty little girl, she was hauled over my knee for a brisk hand-spanking. This, however, seemed to excite rather than punish her lewd conduct. I therefore had to apply a few strokes of my tawse which soon got the contrition I expect from young wards in my care.
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