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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

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