An isolated wood, the nearest house is three miles away and few people visit - the ideal place to be stripped naked, beaten, tied to a tree and then given a dozen cracks of the birch rod. Wandering around after, sore and pining from the birch is the pleasure. Sadistic sexual pleasure and primitive nature 
My lady friend in Berlin thinks I have an ass like a peach and she loves just sitting looking at it and working out the best way to beat it 
I spent a weekend in Ireland with two French philosophy students Lillianne and Gennevieve - they wanted to reverse the roles of women and they wanted to treat me as men would sometimes treat women, subservient with the use of pain to control. They left me in an old cottage, dressed in an old night dress and attached to a long dog lead, they were going to the pub and I was warned I would be dealt with when they decided to come back.
They returned late into the evening, drunk, they had another French friend with them and she wanted action, it was her pulled off my nightdress and pushed me into the living room, they took a cane to me, they beat me hard and sore, dragged me into the bedroom and ordered me on all fours. They uttered the words sodomy several times in French, their friend went out and returned with a huge strap on, she pushed me down entered me from behind and fucked me senseless, beaten and bruised they took turns to sodomise, no mercy and no respite they had their way.
In Berlin
She ordered me to come to the old wood in school uniform and wear red panties and brassiere, I was to walk through the old bridleway that laid to the ruins at the far side of the wood. It was isolated and the wood was lonelyand atmospheric, her requests often spelt punishment.
I started off walking and the erotic feelings started to flush through my groin, it was shaved of all hair and my cock was semi hard inside the little red panties. I was on edge, with this girl I never knew what to expect, I kept walking along the bridle path, at the edge was a large oak tree, I saw her and another girl, they stepped in front and grabbed my arm and hair, the other girl pulled my shirt and worked at my skirt, they threw me down in the scrub behind the oak tree and stripped me down to the little red panties. They tied my wrists and ankles with old cord, then they dragged me deep into the wood to pester and punish me as often happened when I was called.
They tied me to an old gatepost and took off their own shirts to reveal their well toned breasts and arms, then they retrieved their preferred methods of beating, the birch rods. They took their time and beat me on the buttocks and thighs, they were slow,sadistic and remorseless, they wanted to hear me whimper, it is what turned them on, each crack of the birch made me cry and whimper, they left me helpless against the post,tied up,whimpering, they sat, watching me as they drank red wine. For an hour they revelled in my transvestite pain, then they untied me and told me to fuck off, I dressed and wondered back along the bridlepath, vulnerable, and so very sore.
I am using photography to work on some theories on the use of pain and the idea of sexual discipline - I saw an old desk in an antique shop in Norfolk and took it away with me. I have been bent over it by a very able female dispenser of the cane - I will add some more on this in due time. 