Reviewing The Russell Corner

The Russell Corner written by DJ Black stands out as a singular, expansive exploration into the world of discipline based relationships. The story primarily follows the inner workings of two families; The Russell’s and the Raven’s.

At the head of the Russell family is Richard Russell. He owns and operates a private business where her sometimes disciplines two of his three daughters. During these sessions, his secretary indulges in voyeurism and fantasizes about being one of her bosses loved and punished daughters. In the Russell home, Richard’s wife Janet disciplines the third and youngest daughter and Richard reserves the right to discipline any of the ladies of his relation, including his younger sister, Rosalind.

DJ Black indulges his readers’ curiosity in Richard Russell’s family with a variety of story lines featuring trouble for each of the women in Richard’s life. Past events give insight into each character’s personality and motivations in the present. In essence, key events reveal each woman’s unique journey in search of happiness and love. The common ingredient appears to be a strong desire from all to please and submit themselves to the will of Richard Russell.

The Raven family is headed by Catherine, a strong-willed widow. As with the Russell family, discipline, humiliation and submission rule the Raven household. However, more unique to the Raven family is carry over of the disciplinary process into the family business. Catherine surrounds herself with young, attractive, and immature young women who by their very nature give her ample excuses to punish them in the most imaginative ways.

Much of the Raven story focuses on the home and work relationship between Catherine and her adult step-daughter Eleanor which is fraught with confused emotions. Just as in the Russell family, there are a variety of side stories featuring everyone from the Raven’s housemaids to the personal driver, a college aged daughter and various employees at the family business. Each story reveals the powerful draw of Catherine and the undeniable needs of those who surround her to feel loved, protected, and safe. These needs are echoed in Catherine though she conceals them with a harsh exterior and stubborn application of severe punishment and humiliation to those who fail her even in the slightest of manners.

The two families’ stories crisscross throughout, building to an inevitable collision.  For those who enjoy DJ Black’s multi-faceted approach to storytelling, there will be no disappointments in The Russell Corner. Here he has painstakingly crafted a grandiose tale incorporating many of the staples bound to the imaginations of spanking aficionados; From the wayward daughter and schoolgirl to the secretary, to the maid, and beyond. Fans of DJ Black’s Voice in the Corner will undoubtedly love and cherish The Russell Corner as a pinnacle achievement from their favorite author.

A Little Update for July

It looks like the new 3 posts a week schedule has been an overwhelming success. As a result I’m going to do my best to keep it going at least in the short term. I’m not quite ready with the next multi-part story yet so, that means a little filler for the next week.

First, on Monday I’ll be sharing a review of DJ Black’s spanking novel, The Russell Corner. It is available for purchase through Lulu.com and can be linked to via the buy link in the right column on this blog or through DJ Black’s site, A Voice in the Corner. I know DJ Black will appreciate your support of his literary talents and is proud to share this work with all of you.

Come Wednesday, an ITS article will be featured, followed on Friday by a related short story. Hopefully this will be sufficient to keep everyone entertained over the next week. The extra time will allow me to firm up the plot line and complete a number of scenes for the upcoming multi-part story tentatively titled, The Adventures of Kit Wilde: The Jade Runner.

The new story will be a slight departure from my typical storytelling settings on ITS and will dive into one of my favorite mainstream genres, science fiction / fantasy. If that concept rattles you a little bit please rest assured the story will feature plenty of my customary style of corporal punishment scenes and I promise no walking, talking or otherwise sentient trees. And for those of you who enjoyed the action sequences from Quest Five, you’ll be pleased to know Kit Wilde is already known to be quite capable at pulling off a few impressive stunts of her own. Look for the beginning of her adventure on Monday, July 11.

When Becky Came, Part 13

Dad distracted me from Diana, forcing me to move out of his way as he took up position behind Becky. He whipped the switch through the air twice, listening to it whistle and watching Becky tense in anticipation of the first strike. I hated when he had done that to me, but watching it, I could appreciate the gesture if not the humor. Becky looked ready to bolt and had she been wearing even a speck of threads, I suspect she would have been long gone before the first strike of the switch.

The first landed across the center of her pale cheeks. Her breath quickened. She wriggled her buttocks and shifted her feet in the grass. The first is always deceptive. It stings like expected, but it lacks intensity in the moment. Only in the aftermath, in the waning seconds before the next strike does the discomfort build. The full realization of the switching’s effect arrives too late and often only an instant before the switch makes contact again.

Becky felt the burn. She jumped, both feet temporarily leaving the ground, with the worst timing. The switch cut through the humid air. It lashed against the tender flesh just below the curve of Becky’s bottom and then gravity brought her feet back down. She crooked her head back, moaning in discomfort. Fresh tears wet her embarrassed cheeks. Her hair flopped as her body shook trying to free herself from the intensity of the moment. Stray strands glued themselves to her damp cheeks and she lowered her head, ashamed.

Dad laid the switch on Becky with an expert hand, fast and accurate. She jumped and hopped and gyrated. They were all futile reactions that did nothing to ease the pain, the embarrassment, or even to avoid the next strike. Her moans turned to yelps, turned to cries, turned to incoherent pleas. Again, none of it aided her cause. Dad aimed to teach a lesson and no amount of fuss would distract him from his goal.

I watched, mesmerized by the growing collection of thin, red stripes decorating my cousin’s naked buttocks. Each whir of the switch proceeded a new stripe rising to the surface and turned her once pale, white cheeks into a flaming mass of red. I was fascinated by the way the force of the strikes would ripple through her flesh, causing every loose bit of her naked body to move back and forth. It was difficult to enjoy in the moment, a sense of guilt still plagued me, as if I could have changed her behavior by somehow changing my own. And yet it was a beautiful sight.

The end came with abruptness. A final whir and then the echo of snap as the switch broke in half, impacting across Becky’s bottom. Dad dropped the broken switch in the grass. Becky’s body shook with a sob. Dad stepped back onto the patio, out of the sun. Becky clung to the post with white knuckled hands, her punished bottom spotlighted in the sun. I watched the quivering as she bounced up and down on her toes.

Dad said, “Stand up and face me.”

Becky obeyed without hesitation. Her hands, no longer concerned with modesty, went directly to raised, red flesh behind her. Dad looked at me and then at the discarded swimsuit bundled on the ground. I picked it up and handed it to him. He unbundled it and let it hang by the straps from his fingers between Becky and himself.

“Stop rubbing,” Dad said. “It’s meant to hurt and to remind you that the kind of behavior you’ve displayed thus far today is simply unacceptable.”

Becky stopped massaging her buttocks and let her hands dangle freely at her sides. She bit her lip and kept her chin down. Her voice was quiet and rattled. “Yes, sir.”

Dad stepped next to the post and held her swimsuit in front of it, against the wood. “You’re going to stand against this post and think about your actions for the rest of the afternoon while serving as a warning to everyone else here about what happens when they don’t behave. Is that understood?”

Becky nodded and stepped up to the post.

“Hands behind your head and I suggest you stand close and still enough to hold this swimsuit up, unless of course you’d rather just be completely naked,” Dad said.

Becky looked up into my Dad’s eyes for a moment and then stepped closed to the post until her body was pressing the swimsuit into it. Dad let go of the swimsuit and walked away even as Becky was raising her arms up to put her hands in the prescribed place. The backyard remained eerily silent for a moment, no doubt all eyes were on Becky and her precarious position holding up that yellow swimsuit. It hid nothing beyond her nipples, bellybutton, and perhaps a few hairs none of us were ever meant to see. Then someone splashed in the pool and the backyard party resumed.

I wandered away from the scene. Diana found me with a spare cup of Mom’s punch in her hands. She smiled as she handed it to me. Her eyes traveled to Becky and mine followed before returning back to Diana.

Diana said, “She brought it on herself, you know? It’s not your fault.”

I shook my head. “I could have been nicer, and you didn’t help either.”

Diana looked shocked. “Me? What did I do?”

I laughed off my nervousness. “What did you do? You antagonized her and you knew you were doing it.”

“Are you saying,” Diana asked, “that you think I should be punished too?”

I forced myself to look Diana in the eye. “Maybe.”

She glanced toward Becky. “You wouldn’t do that to me, would you?”

I shrugged my shoulders. “Why not? It seems only fair, considering.”

Diana kicked her feet in the grass and glanced at Becky again. After a quiet moment she looked up into my eyes. “If you really think so, I’ll do it.”

“Yes,” I said, “but would you ever talk to me again, if I did.”

She flashed a teasing smile at me. “Does that mean I can get away with anything so long as I promise to keep talking to you?”

“No,” I said and held up Dad’s pocket knife that was still in my hand. “Do you know how to cut a switch?”

“I can manage,” Diana said and reached out to take the knife.

I held it back for a moment. “You’re going to get exactly what Becky got, exactly like Becky got it.”

Diana nodded. Her cheeks turned a little red. “I know.”

I nodded. “Just to be sure, you can take the knife when I have your bikini.”

Diana blushed brighter. She took her hand away from the knife and quickly stripped herself of her bikini. I couldn’t help but stare as she handed me the two individual brown pieces of her swimsuit. She took the knife from my hand and tried not to meet my eyes as she turned and started walking toward the fence line and the trees.

I liked watching her white bottom as she walked. “I’ll be waiting for you on the patio.”

She glanced over her shoulder and nodded.

“Don’t dawdle,” I said, “or we’ll do this again tomorrow.”

It wasn’t long and Diana returned to me with a fresh switch in her hands. I used it on her bottom until it broke, just like Dad had done on Becky. Afterward, I wiped some of the tears from Diana’s cheeks and led her to stand on the opposite side of Becky’s post. I couldn’t find a way to keep Diana’s bikini in place like Dad had for Becky’s swimsuit so, Diana just had to stand there with her hands behind her head, naked and sore for all around to see.

Part of me figured that was the last time I was ever going to see Diana and if not it was still probably going to be the last time she spoke a civil word in my direction. That’s not how it worked out though. Diana became my girlfriend soon after that backyard party. Becky and I even became better friends after that day and Becky and Diana, well they’re still the best of friends to this day. As for me, I’ve got a beautiful wife who still knows how to cut a switch and loves to tell everyone the story about how we fell in love.

When Becky Came, Part 12

Dad stood on the edge of the patio watching us. Becky walked beside me holding the cleaned switch limp in her sweaty palm and staring down at it as if nothing else existed. I kept hold of Becky’s arm guiding her back toward Dad, not that she really had any where else to go. The pool party continued to bustle with summer activity with no one overtly gawking at us, but I could hear the whispers carried on the morning breeze. They all knew what was about to happen and it had the backyard buzzing with an undercurrent of apprehensive excitement.

We stopped, standing on the grass just in front of Dad. He towered over us, looking down upon Becky with a sadness filling his eyes. His disappointment washed over Becky and I in waves that left us boiling in embarrassment and guilt. Or maybe it was the summer sun blazing down on us from a cloudless blue sky. I wanted to hide from both just to be sure and I wasn’t even holding the switch. Becky was probably hoping to go inside at least and if it’d been me, I would’ve been praying for a miracle like a sudden gift of leniency that would have me sent to my room for the remainder of the day.

The switch transferred from Becky’s hand to Dad’s without any fuss. Becky glanced sideways at me and mouthed an apology that was probably the most real thing she had communicated to me since the day we met. I felt bad for her and I knew I was being watched, not just by the neighbors and my high school friends, but by Diana. The question rattling in my head went beyond caring what all of them thought of me and yet that was part of it too. Was it more right to let my cousin suffer the consequences of her actions or did I have a responsibility to protect her? And in protecting her, was it more protection for her to learn a harsh lesson in the moment so that she would never do something so foolish again or would the lesson still be learned from mercy?

I looked to my Dad and said, “Look, I know this probably isn’t my place to say, but I think Becky might already have learned enough of a lesson.”

Dad nodded. “You’re right, it’s not your place.”

Becky’s hand touched mine for a moment and she said, “I have learned my lesson and I’m sorry and it won’t ever, ever, ever happen again. I swear.”

Dad shook his head. “The only lesson you’ve learned so far today is that there are consequences to your bad behavior that you’d rather not face. You may well decide to hate me for this and that’s your right, but you’re getting the switching you’ve earned and that’s that.”

Becky’s eyes started to fill with tears. They glistened in the sunlight and I had to turn away before the empathy in my heart demanded I make another attempt to persuade Dad to alter his course. She had tried to drown me. She had threatened to hide my body. She had thrown attitude befitting a princess at my parents, at Diana, and at me. She deserved the switch and even if I didn’t wish it upon her, I could understand why my Dad stood firm.

Dad pointed the switch at Becky’s chest, the tip of it brushing the yellow stretch of fabric between her breasts. “Switchings are done on the bare bottom, young lady.”

Becky blinked at Dad like he was speaking a foreign language.

“Bare your bottom,” Dad said, punctuating each word with a tap of the switch’s tip on Becky’s swimsuit.

Becky said, “I’m wearing a one-piece bathing suit.”

“I didn’t ask what you were wearing,” Dad said, “I told you to bare your bottom.”

“There are people around,” Becky said, gesturing at the whole of the backyard.

Dad nodded. “Another excellent observation and yet your bottom is still not bare. If I have to tell you again, you’ll not only be spending the rest of today with your bottom bare, but tomorrow as well.”

Becky made the mistake of looking around. Everyone, and I do mean everyone, was staring at her. It wasn’t every day a girl her age got a switching and even more rare that it was semi-public. She was going to be the talk of the neighborhood for the rest of the summer. The only part Becky had any control over was whether or not she was remembered as a defiant brat resisting just punishment or compliant young lady accepting her just desserts. I considered mentioning it to her, but the tear rolling down her cheek as she shrugged her first shoulder out of the swimsuit told me she understood enough.

Less than a minute later, the yellow swimsuit slipped down Becky’s legs to a pile around her ankles. A low sob escaped her throat as more tears spilled from her eyes and she wrapped her arms in front of her naked breasts. She stepped out of the swimsuit and kicked it aside, probably a physical incarnation of the hate swelling inside her toward the garment and the situation that forced it on her in the first place.

Dad pointed toward a nearby support post for the patio cover and said, “Bend over, hands on the post.”

Becky looked around at the watching eyes. She took a step closer to the post and bit her lip. I could tell she was thinking about what everyone was going to see when she bent and grabbed the post. There was no place for her to hide. Her cheeks turned scarlet and shined with a wet gleam of tears. Becky reached out and bent downward taking hold of the wood post. Her breasts swung free, pointing down at the patio. I looked away, embarrassed for my cousin and I found myself looking at Diana and to my surprise, Diana was looking at me.

When Becky Came, Part 11

Dad meant business. I could see it in the set of his jaw and hear it in the rasp of his voice. The fear apparent on Becky’s face indicated her own understanding of the severity of the situation. There were just some things not to be done and she’d done one of them, holding me under the water. Considering I was still gasping for breath, I shouldn’t have felt sorry for her, but I did.

Diana helped me climb out of the pool. Dad kept his hold on Becky and watched me get out and dry off. He was clearly waiting for me to join them which at the time had me thinking I was in as much cow dung as my cousin. I found myself wishing for my boots and jeans rather than the minuscule trunks I had on.

I turned to Diana and took the towel from her hands even as she was trying to mop water off of me. “You don’t want to be a part of this,” I said.

She frowned at me. “She tried to drown you.”

“I think we both know it ain’t that simple,” I said. “You should find some place to go be inconspicuous.”

Diana looked beyond me to Becky and Dad and then turned back to me, her hair fluttering in the afternoon breeze. “If that’s what you want.”

I nodded. “It is. I’ll talk to you later, okay?”

Diana didn’t answer me. She glared over at Becky one last time and then turned her back to both of us and stalked away. My gut told me letting her walk away mad was a bad idea, but I had to deal with Dad and Becky. I tried to push Diana from my thoughts and turned my full attention to the boiling situation at hand.

I walked to join them, wiping the remnants of water from my face. “We were just fooling around,” I said, looking Dad in the eye.

“Attempted murder isn’t fooling around,” Dad said.

Becky squirmed in Dad’s hold. “I wasn’t trying to kill him, I just wanted to teach him a lesson.”

Dad looked at Becky, almost amused with her efforts to free herself from his grip. “The only schools under water are for fish.”

I said, “It’s really my fault. She asked me to stop and I didn’t.”

“And if she’d slapped you across the face, I’d be inclined to say you deserved it,” Dad said. “But what she did was reckless and dangerous. Someone could have gotten seriously hurt and because of that I can’t just look the other way.”

Becky said, “It won’t happen again. I swear.”

Dad nodded. “That’s right, it won’t and you’re going to go cut me a switch so we can make sure of it.”

Becky looked confused. “A what?”

Dad pulled his old pocket knife out and handed it to me. He kept his eyes on Becky. “Ritchie will help you cut an appropriate one and if you’re still confused, I’m sure he can explain the whole thing to you.”

Just the heft of the ebony handle knife in my hand was enough to evoke shivers of dread down my spine. There was real fear in Becky’s eyes which told me she’d at least heard of switching before even if she had never experienced it first hand. Cutting a switch had never been an activity to enjoy and being sent to show my cousin how to do it was not any different. I understood why my Dad was doing it and I even agreed in principal, but I still wished there had been another option.

I grabbed hold of Becky’s arm just below my Dad’s grip. “Come on,” I said, “let’s get this over with.”

Becky and I walked in silence to the back of the property line. A row of hickory trees ran along the chain link fence. The low branches always had plenty of flexible, long shoots, perfect for switches unless of course you were going to be on the receiving end. I stopped underneath one of the trees in the middle of the row and opened the knife. There was a long, skinny shoot that was mostly straight. Dad would like it, Becky wouldn’t.

I pointed at the shoot. “Cut that off as close to the branch as you can and clean the leaves off it.”

Becky shook her head and took a step back. “You can’t be serious.”

I tried to swallow my guilt. “Look,” I said, “I know this at least partly my fault, but I didn’t make you hold me under water. Once my Dad makes up his mind about these things the only way out is going through it. So accept it. You’re gonna get switched and it’s gonna hurt.”

Becky fluttered her eyes at me. “You could change his mind if you really wanted to.”

I laughed. The fear in her voice and her eyes wasn’t funny, but the thought of me changing my Dad’s mind about anything was about the biggest joke I’d ever heard. “If I could do that, there wouldn’t be a Mustard Mobile sitting in the driveway and I wouldn’t know the first thing about cutting a switch.”

Becky sighed. I handed her the knife and pointed at the shoot again. She stepped up underneath it and pulled it down until the branch was bending toward the ground and in easy reach of her outstretched arm. The blade rested against the wood and she turned her eyes to me one last time.

“I really have to do this?” she asked.

I nodded. She bit her lip and turned back to the branch. It took her a few minutes to cut it free, mostly cause she was trying to take as long as she possibly could. Once it was free, I took the knife and the switch from her. It’s not that I didn’t trust her, but watching her cut the shoot, I figured it was only a matter of time before she cut herself if I let her try and clean it on her own.