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Archiving and reposting of this story unmodified is permitted provided that no fee is charged, either directly or indirectly (including so-called "adult checks") and provided that this disclaimer and attribution to the original author are maintained. -------------------------------------------------------- Anatomy Of A Switching by Rick O (rick_oh@whiteice.com) *** Vicky picked up one of the switches and stood to her boyfriend's left. "Get ready, now," she said, and, aiming for the center of the bared bottom, drew her arm back and brought the switch forward, causing it to hiss through the air until it struck the bared target. (MF, spank) *** Author Notes: I hope you enjoyed this story. I enjoyed writing it. *** "Come here, I wanna talk to you," Vicky instructed. He walked over and sat next to her on the sofa, hoping that the tone he detected in her voice was not anything to be concerned about. "D'you remember where you said you went to lunch Wednesday of last week?" she queried. "Uhh, not really, that was several days ago," he responded. "I remember," Vicky continued, "you said you went with Rob to the pizza place. A little bird told me that you went to that titty bar - the Cabaret." "Oh, that," he said, feeling his mouth go dry and his words difficult to enunciate. "Well, we were going to go to the pizza place, but Rob really wanted to go to the Cabaret, so we went there." "Oh, really?!" Vicky said, her lips forming a slight smile and raising her eyebrows. "This little bird also told me that she saw you go in the Cabaret alone and leave alone." He looked downward, his heart pounding, knowing that he'd been caught in a lie, and not knowing what to say. After a few seconds, Vicky grasped his chin and turned his face so that he had to look at her. He immediately cast his eyes away from hers. "Why did you lie?" she asked, simply, with no trace of anger in her voice. "I don't know," he responded. "I guess I thought you wouldn't approve." "It's true that I wouldn't have approved; but I wouldn't have been too upset - 'least not for long - and I wouldn't have felt the need to do what I'm going to do today." "Vicky, please don't be mad at me," his voice trailed off. "I'm not mad. But you do have a choice. We can either call it quits and stop seeing each other, or you can make amends." "You know I want to make amends, Vicky, don't you?" he asked as tears welled up in his eyes. "Not so fast," Vicky continued. "You don't know what I had in mind, and I want you to make the decision that's right for you." "What do you mean?" he asked tentatively, staring vacantly at her dishwater-blonde hair. "Well," Vicky explained, "if you wanna continue to have a relationship, the only way I'll do that is if I give you a good switchin'." He was stunned by what he just heard. "A... switching?!" "Yes," she stated matter-of-factly. "A proper switchin'. And it won't be easy for you, because I expect you to take it properly. And it's gonna be a GOOD switchin'. I guarantee you, it will not be a picnic for you. I'll give you five minutes to think it over. When I come back in here, tell me what you decide." Then she got up and left the room. Conflicting thoughts raced through his head. Is it going to hurt? Of course it will hurt! How much will she switch me? What did she mean by saying I have to take it properly? Will I be able to take it? I don't know. Should I try? What if I can't take it like she wants, will she still break up with me? Man, oh man, why did I get myself into this? Who the hell is that 'little bird' who squealed on me? Does she work there, was it someone else that doesn't like me, who could it be? Will she ever tell me who it was? Geez, I shouldn't have lied to her, but I was sure she'd go ballistic if I told her! Now I have to pay for it. Damn! I don't want to quit seeing her. Suddenly he noticed Vicky standing in front of him. "Well, what did you decide?" "Vicky, I uh, I don't want to break up with you!" he stammered. "Good! I don't really want to break up either, but the decision had to be yours. So you're saying that you'll take a good switchin'?" He nodded meekly. "Okay, here's how it's going to be," she began. "I'm fixin' to go out and cut three good switches from the willow tree. You're gonna have your pants off and you're gonna take it bending over. I'm gonna switch hard, 'cause you've got to learn your lesson. And I'm gonna be the one who decides when your switchin' ends. You've got one last chance to back out, and if you do, there's the door." "No, I - I'll stay..." Vicky picked up a small knife. "While I'm out cuttin' the switches, I want you to strip down to your underpants." A moment later he observed Vicky at the willow tree, reaching up and examining the branches, looking for suitable switches. He quickly shed his clothes, keeping his underpants on as directed. After Vicky had all three switches cut, she used the knife to pare off the thinnest parts of the ends, and she got rid of the shoots and leaves. She came into the house and rinsed the switches at the kitchen sink, and set them down. Next, she moved one of the dinette chairs out into the middle of the living room while her boyfriend watched with increasing apprehension and dread. "Come over here now and bend over the back of this chair," Vicky directed as she patted her hand on the part he was to bend over. As if in a daze, he walked over to where she was, where she guided him into the desired position with her hand. "I want you to stay bent over like that through the whole switchin'. Now I went out and got three switches. I'm gonna use two of 'em until they're all used up. If you let go or get up out of position I'm gonna add two strokes with the third switch, forever' time that you do that." "I'm really sorry, Vicky!" he exclaimed. "I know. You're sorry you got caught. But you wouldn't 'a told me otherwise." He knew he could not dispute that. Vicky pulled down his briefs and they dropped to his ankles. "Now remember, this is gonna be very painful, and you're not to let go or get out of position. You just keep a very tight hold there, 'cause if you let go, you'll get extra!" Vicky picked up one of the switches and stood to her boyfriend's left. "Get ready, now," she said, and, aiming for the center of the bared bottom, drew her arm back and brought the switch forward, causing it to hiss through the air until it struck the bared target. The tip of the switch curled around the right side of his hip when it struck, and Vicky continued to follow- through while it swiped across his bare ass. "Ahhhhhhhhh!" he gasped, as the whitened weal began to raise and turn a bright red. "Oh God, Vicky!" He kicked his feet and twisted his hips from side to side. "That was just a start," Vicky announced. "There's lots more to come. Hold on tight..." The switch again hissed through the air and streaked across both ass cheeks. "Ahhh! OW! Oh Vicky," he exclaimed, writhing. She pressed her lips firmly together and inflicted another switch stroke. "OW! Damn you, Vicky!" "Two extra strokes for swearing at me," Vicky announced with a giggle. "Now, I'm gonna go a little faster," she continued. "If you let go or stand up, you're gonna get still more extra!" I know he's gonna let go several times, Vicki thought to herself. But I've gotta teach him some self-discipline if this relationship thing is gonna work. Vicky proceeded to apply the switch, picking up the tempo, rather slowly at first, increasing to a brisk pace after a few strokes. She made the switch sing each time she whisked it toward its target. He exclaimed, many times with incoherent sounds, every time the switch hit. He also writhed and kicked in a brisk dancing motion that Vicky had to admit was somewhat arousing. When she had applied less than twenty strokes, he abruptly stood up and put his hands over his buttocks. "Ah' ahhhh," Vicky scolded, "That brings you up to four extra! Get back in position now!" "Oh, Vicky, it hurrrrrts!" "If you delay, I'll add still more. Get back there now!" Nervously, he bent over the back of the chair again and looked apprehensively at Vicky. "Hold on tight now - we've still got a ways to go," she instructed. She resumed the brisk switching while he writhed, danced, and begged for her to be easier on him. After fourteen swipes he stood up again. "You're up to six extra now," Vicky proclaimed. "Get back over!" He determinedly took his position again and Vicky again energetically switched him. He reacted with frenzied kicking of his legs and frantic wiggling. His shouts filled the room. After about a half minute the switch broke. "The first switch is used up now. You can stand up for a minute or so before I start with the second one," Vicky matter-of-factly announced. "Ahhhh," he exclaimed, relieved at the intermission and not wanting to think about what was ahead. He looked over at Vicky to see her kicking off her shoes; he couldn't help gazing at her attractive bare legs which were well-framed by the skirt she was wearing. She unbuttoned and removed her blouse, tossed it aside and removed her bra. "Okay now, we're ready to continue," she said. "Get back over the chair." "Come on Vicky," he pleaded, "It really hurts! No more, okay?" Vicky put her hands on her hips and looked at him sternly. "If you really want to get dressed, you'll have to go and we'll call it quits," she said. "Otherwise, I expect to see you bent over and ready to take the rest of your switchin' as soon as I have the switch in my hand!" She went to retrieve the second switch. He sighed deeply and bent over the back of the chair again. "I want you to see if you can take the rest of it without gettin' up," she instructed. Then she resumed the switching. As the switching progressed, she watched with interest the emerging pattern of weals on his buttocks - thick red weals, thin ones, purple striations, short and long streaks at various angles, many of them overlapping. Vicky made the switch constantly sing on its painful mission of discipline; her boyfriend, on the other hand, constantly lamented her attentions, and reacted with uncontrolled, frenzied twisting and writhing, kicking his legs in a spirited fashion. Despite her scolding, he failed to hold his position to Vicky's satisfaction three times during her use of the second switch, incurring a total of one dozen extra strokes. "Okay now, the other switch is worn out," the bare- chested Vicky stated. "You can take a little break for a couple a' minutes. You have twelve more with a new switch comin' to you." She retrieved the third switch, which was the sturdiest one of the bunch. "No, Vicky... No more!" her boyfriend exclaimed when he saw her with the fresh switch in her hand. "Well, if you would a' taken your switchin' properly you wouldn't be gettin' these extra," she explained. Pointing to the back of the chair, she continued, "Over you go, now. Let's get this over with. And I want you to take these properly - no gettin' up or you'll get extra. Remember, there's a lot more switches out on that willow tree!" "Vicky -" "Get over there! NOW!" Her stern demeanor, complete with the fresh willow switch in her hand, was in stark contrast to the sensual appearance of her being bare- chested, barelegged, and barefoot. With Vicky, the introduction of this kind of perceptual conflict was instinctual; other women would have had to deliberately calculate it. For him, the conflict served to enhance her mastery of the situation. He felt helpless as he once again presented his bare bottom for more discipline from Vicky's switch. "Now I'm gonna go slower with these, and I expect you to be able to stay bent over," she said. What she did not say was that she was going to administer the switch very forcefully; she also tried to disregard the increased wetness in her crotch. "Here comes ONE!" Vicky's hips briskly rotated as she swung the switch with renewed intensity. "Aaaaaaaah!" he shouted, and repeatedly kicked his legs several times. He twisted and writhed for several seconds. "Here's TWO!" With her eye on the target and her lips pressed firmly together, she seemed to make the switch whisper the word "whipppp!" just before it struck his buttocks. "Owwww! Vicky, PLEASE!" More kicking and twisting. "THREE!" The scenario continued for the remainder of the dozen strokes, with Vicky waiting for him to quiet down before swinging the switch again. She observed a fresh striation each time she swiped the switch across the buttocks of her boyfriend. He, of course, felt a lightning-bolt of white-hot pain with each swipe - and felt it especially keenly on the sides of his buttocks where Vicky's switch curled over and bit punishingly into the tender skin there. She delivered the last few swipes especially intensely and observed his correspondingly increased reaction. "Okay, we're all done," she announced and put the switch down. "I'll be right back..." Vicky returned with a damp washcloth and a jar of lotion, and seated herself on the dinette chair which had been recently used as a prop for the punishment. "Come around here now," she directed, taking hold of his hand. "Here - face down across my lap and I'll put some of this cream on to make it feel better." He readily complied, noticing the irony of his position across Vicky's lap - the traditional position for being spanked. Her gentle touch and reassuring manner soon relaxed him, although he flinched and exclaimed a few times when she first touched his switch-ravaged bottom. She led him to the bedroom and had him lie face-down for a nap. About an hour later he awoke to see Vicky lying beside him, totally naked, with a sensual smile and her hands behind her head. END My other stories can be seen at: /~rick_oh/ * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * It's okay to *READ* stories about unprotected sex with others outside a monogamous relationship. But it isn't okay to *HAVE* unprotected sex with people other than a trusted partner. 4-million people around the world contract HIV every year. You only have one body per lifetime, so take good care of it! * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * Kristen's collection - Directory 70