I really drew it out for quite some. One evening I had him bring the switches we had collected,
and I had him sit his little bottom down at the kitchen table and clean them all off. Some did not survive the operation, but most did. We had some very thin whippy ones; some short thick ones; and some nice long ones.
As he sat there at the table with the paring knife peeling the switches that were to be used on his bottom, I teased him about how sore and marked up he would be after I had gotten done switching him. I made him put them back into the bathtub and let them soak for a few more days after he was done.
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| Just imagine getting your bottom whipped with those!!! |
I did not let on as to when he would be switched, although I did tell him that I would be doing it myself, and that I intended to teach him whose switching he really needed to be worried about.
When it was finally time I announced out of the blue one evening, "time for your first switching honey!" with a very cheery voice (I was feeling cheery about it!)
I told him to undress to nude and to follow me to the bathtub where we had the switches soaking. I selected a good mix of five switches from the ten he had prepared. I swished them loudly through the air as I chose them, which made him blanch a little, standing there all naked for me and ready for his ordeal.
For his switching I chose to dress myself "country style". I thought it suited.
He was, of course, buck naked.
And then I started in. A good old-fashioned country switchin'.
swish... swish... swish... swish... swish... swish... swish... swish... swish... swish... swish... swish... swish... swish... swish... swish... swish... swish... swish... swish... swish... swish... swish... swish... swish... swish... swish... swish... swish... swish... swish... swish... swish... swish... swish... swish... swish... swish... swish... swish... swish... swish... swish... swish... swish... swish... swish... swish... swish... swish... swish... swish... swish... swish... swish... swish... swish... swish... swish... swish... swish... swish... swish... swish... swish... swish... swish... swish... swish... swish... swish... swish... swish... swish... swish... swish... swish... swish... swish... swish... swish... swish... swish... swish... swish... swish... swish... swish... swish... swish... swish... swish... swish... swish... swish... swish...Oh My Gosh! Poor hubby!!! In soooo much pain.
swish... swish... swish... swish... swish... swish... swish... swish... swish... swish... swish... swish... swish... swish... swish... swish... swish... swish... swish... swish... swish... swish... swish... swish... swish... swish... swish... swish... swish... swish... swish... swish... swish... swish... swish... swish... swish... swish... swish... swish... swish... swish... swish... swish... swish... swish... swish... swish... swish... swish... swish... swish... swish... swish... swish... swish... swish... swish... swish... swish... swish... swish... swish... swish... swish... swish... swish... swish... swish... swish... swish... swish... swish... swish... swish... swish... swish... swish... swish... swish... swish... swish... swish... swish... swish... swish... swish... swish... swish... swish... swish... swish... swish... swish... swish... swish...When one switch disintegrated I tossed it aside and picked up the next. We went through five in all.
swish... swish... swish... swish... swish... swish... swish... swish... swish... swish... swish... swish... swish... swish... swish... swish... swish... swish... swish... swish... swish... swish... swish... swish... swish... swish... swish... swish... swish... swish... swish... swish... swish... swish... swish... swish... swish... swish... swish... swish... swish... swish... swish... swish... swish... swish... swish... swish... swish... swish... swish... swish... swish... swish... swish... swish... swish... swish... swish... swish... swish... swish... swish... swish... swish... swish... swish... swish... swish... swish... swish... swish... swish... swish... swish... swish... swish... swish... swish... swish... swish... swish... swish... swish... swish... swish... swish... swish... swish... swish... swish... swish... swish... swish... swish... swish...All over his ass, his legs, his crease, wrapping between his cheeks, around his flanks. Even his dancing testicles caught one or two with the lighter switch.
swish... swish... swish... swish... swish... swish... swish... swish... swish... swish... swish... swish... swish... swish... swish... swish... swish... swish... swish... swish... swish... swish... swish... swish... swish... swish... swish... swish... swish... swish... swish... swish... swish... swish... swish... swish... swish... swish... swish... swish... swish... swish... swish... swish... swish... swish... swish... swish... swish... swish... swish... swish... swish... swish... swish... swish... swish... swish... swish... swish... swish... swish... swish... swish... swish... swish... swish... swish... swish... swish... swish... swish... swish... swish... swish... swish... swish... swish... swish... swish... swish... swish... swish... swish... swish... swish... swish... swish... swish... swish... swish... swish... swish... swish... swish... swish...He was crying out, kicking up his legs, squirming, begging for me to stop, please stop. One more switch to go...
swish... swish... swish... swish... swish... swish... swish... swish... swish... swish... swish... swish... swish... swish... swish... swish... swish... swish... swish... swish... swish... swish... swish... swish... swish... swish... swish... swish... swish... swish... swish... swish... swish... swish... swish... swish... swish... swish... swish... swish... swish... swish... swish... swish... swish... swish... swish... swish... swish... swish... swish... swish... swish... swish... swish... swish... swish... swish... swish... swish... swish... swish... swish... swish... swish... swish... swish... swish... swish... swish... swish... swish... swish... swish... swish... swish... swish... swish... swish... swish... swish... swish... swish... swish... swish... swish... swish... swish... swish... swish... swish... swish... swish... swish... swish... swish...That should do it!
Newfound respect. Whose yo Momma?
Well done, Ms. Julie. I feel his pain. Is there an implement you cannot use effectively or well? Something you would not use? From what I see, you can be lethal with anything.
ReplyDeleteOh, will Mags still get her chance?
Have not yet come across that implement yet.
DeleteThose other five switches are still soaking. Not sure I want her to use them up!
Lol. I love the wonderfully visual way you presented that. :)
ReplyDeleteThanks!
Delete(and thank goodness for cut and paste!)
That bottom will be sore for a few days!
ReplyDeleteLucky boy I bet mags will enjoy seeing the results!! Btw how's your panty shopping email sub doing haunt heard from him lately
ReplyDeleteMags has been away a bit. Unfortunately his butt will be clear by the time she returns.
DeleteWow. Did you make any effort to count strokes or the duration of the beating? It looks like he got ass-raped by a gang of feral cats.
ReplyDeleteHee hee. Did not count. 5 switches used up!
DeleteMs Julie,
ReplyDeleteWow...this is post is what we were waiting for to see how David's butt would survive this ordeal. Just curious but don't these switches ever result in cutting and cause bleeding? They seem a bit more unpredictable than your other instruments.
I certainly would welcome a session with the country girl brandishing one of these! :-)
Cheers,
Bob_
Not so. When properly prepared they leave a mark like nothing else, but do not cut the skin.
DeleteNot my style, but I thought the dressing in country style to administer a good old-fashioned country switchin' was a hot touch. And also re-establishing that You are the strict head of the house whose spankings should be feared.
ReplyDelete--brett
What is "not your style"? getting your bum cut up with a switch??? Whose style is that anyways? ;-)
DeleteHah. Country's not my style, but them switches, woodsheds, the bible belt... folks know how to tan yer hide. ;)
Delete--brett
Mag's suppleness is capped by Your sublety and profound knowledge of where to strike and stripe to maximum effect
ReplyDeleteAgreed! She is a bit of a bull in a china shop. I place my strokes with care, even at switching speed.
DeleteTouchee rather than wallop
DeleteI still believe Mags spanking is more fearful. Let us see after he heals and Mags gets her turn.
ReplyDeleteThe A-B comparison, eh?
DeleteWOW Julie I can only imagine how sore his bottom must have been! Also the sheer joy and surge of power you must feel as you are administering such a severe thrashing!!
ReplyDeleteHaving looked at the picture of the prepared switches from the top, number 2 (the second longest one) then number 3, also number 6 (the thicker really straight one) and the horrible whippy number 7. I bet you used them and then which one??
I'm sure as you select each one and swish it through the air he is terrified!!What a superb position his bottom must be in over the exercise ball.
If I'm to be switched or birched (three switches bound together) I'm put naked over the patio table, those bits that fly off get everywhere don't they?? Having said that when I've been punished indoors, I have to, still naked on my hands and knees pick ALL those little bits up, I'm sure you know what happens if I miss any !! John XX
The long one and the very tiny shortest one seemed to be the worst (I mean, best of course).
DeleteGlad to hear you decided to use the switches yourself rather than having someone else do it! L's derrière was thorougly flogged some days ago on a mountain path in France (and the marks were still raw when we flew home!) although he had previously had his bottom seriously whipped by both my sister and me while staying at her country house in Burgundy...
ReplyDeleteMmmmm! flogged and whipped! Love it.
DeleteWe encountered some foul weather in France, and this was one of the very few outdoors floggings L. had to endure during our trip. Earlier, however, I led him to the top of a "calanque" near Cassis and found a couple of abandoned olive trees, from which I cut a surprisingly 'effective' switch that had him perform a very convicing "danse du cul fouetté" in this (fortunately) secluded spot - well beyond earshot of the bathers at water's edge, some 200 ft. below.
DeleteJ(2)
Sounds lovely!
DeleteWhat J(2) doesn't mention is that, after that clifftop session, we had to climb back to the water's edge where we could be observed - although I don't know whether the marks of that switching could be noted (my swimming trunks were back on, of course, but some welts were visible on my uppper thighs). We headed straight back to where our car was parked, but the marks were still raw when we made it back to our hotel... where I was treated to an additional (mercifully brief) session with her martinet... another performance of the "danse du cul fouetté" (which, fortunately, seemed not to have been overheard by any of the hotel staff - or guests)
DeleteL.
I don't know whether anyone noticed the marks on your upper thighs, but I know that, when we got back to the hotel, two women were watching while I walked in with that olive tree switch in my hand. And, contrary to what you think, one of them, at least, must have overheard how you yelped when I used the martinet later that night - given the knowing smile she gave me the next morning (even if you didn't notice it)...
DeleteJ(2)
Ha ha!
DeleteNow that we are back in the US (and given the nice Fall weather!) we have resumed our treks into the nearby woods - and L's backside has again been subjected to the sharp sting of maple switches!
DeleteJ(2)
Hello Mistress Julie,
ReplyDeleteThank you for sharing this adventure. WOW, I am glad I know about your use of code words with David. You gave him a beating that is for sure and I am sure he loved it all even those placed in tender spots.
Yes you the momma, Mags not the momma. I bet he is glad he was over the ball and not tied to a tree. Of course outside play can leave a bad taste in ones mouth.
pie pie 4 now
pieclown
Un autre jeu : une table de ping-pong, lieu public au bord d'un canal, où tout le monde peut venir jouer. La femme propose à l'homme une partie en trois manches (s''il y a une belle... mais elle est beaucoup plus forte que lui)
ReplyDeleteLe premier qui arrive à 21 points avec deux points d'écart gagne la partie.
L'enjeu : 1+2+3+4......+20+21= 231 coups de raquette appliquées sur les fesses du perdant. Rapidité des échanges, dépenses d'énergie, peur de perdre, d'être battu. Inexorable défaite et la punition qui s'ensuit : 231 coups de raquette appliquées sur les fesses.
Pour le perdant, la revanche est jouée cul nu.
Merveilleux!
DeleteImaginez la joie de la foule et la peur du joueur masculin comme il tombe plus loin et plus loin derrière son adversaire jolie femme? Et le match retour tout nu avec ses fesses très, très rougie!
Loved your set up...keeping him in suspense and teasing him.I'll bet you'll have days of fun teasing him every time he tries to sit!
ReplyDeleteCheck!
DeleteMiss Julie
ReplyDeleteFirst You are My Momma second i would never tell female or a Domme she not allow change mind least rude way
3rd i hope you felt taught husband a very good life lesson when all this punishment was over
No lesson. Just play!
DeleteAll that Matter is both Had Play Fun along with Fun Play Spanking
DeleteWow amazing scene and switching. At first reading it made me more scared but upon second read....well my curiosity rose again. Amazing must hurt like all get out but fascinating scene. Love it
ReplyDeleteAlways
Ron
Something to be experienced, ron.
DeleteJulia wow! I like how you presented the story and have to admit your david must have been high on just the anticipation of when and where the switching was going to take place. I have to wonder if david slipped into subspace while standing naked in the bathroom watching and listening to you swish the switches one at a time a slow build, just curious was there any sign of an erection while standing naked with you (Of course being made to get naked while you are completely dressed could well redirect all the blood flow to down there :) it would for most submales reading I think).
ReplyDeleteI was curious as to what happen after the switching did you and david do some after care, david is one tough cookie to take such a severe switching (I know he has a love/hate relationship with corral type punishment)but still, whew! I'm not sure I could endure that without breaking down to tears and safe wording out (which I know might disappoint a Dominant).
For the record if the "swishes"written in the story was a well sorta approximate representation of how many stinging switch strokes you were so very "kind" and of course "fair" to deliver lovely to him and he submissively received it would be 480 ... my guess with five switches it might have been slightly higher then that number, ouch, impressive.
Hats off to another wonderful, colourful and I hope you were still cheery (your words "I was feeling cheery about it!")when you, I'm sure put everything you had left, strenght wise into that last swish across his bare ass before letting him up.
:) dc
Ms. SJ
ReplyDeleteVery nice. I need to go out in the woods and find some. One challenge is that our dog always wants to grab any sticks I pick up.
We did just get a couple of related "delrin" items from Cane-iac. Frankly I am disappointed. They are certainly intense enough to get the job done, but don't deliver the tasty sting of a switch.
-Rosco
No, very different. A switching is a whole different animal!
DeleteWhat did David think of the scene?
ReplyDeleteHe was very sore. Lasted a couple of days. He knows I have 5 more switches soaking. He does not look forward to the encore. But he loves and craves the humiliation of being forced to cry like a baby as his wife punishes his rear end.
DeleteThe paradoxes of this activity are as brain splitting as quantum mechanics, but nevertheless very real.
DeleteI gotta give you credit for a Heisenberg uncertainty principle reference. Well, played.
DeleteHeisenwho?
DeleteHa ha ha!
DeleteIn your post where it says "switch" put in "electron". I guess he derived it from you. Have you spanked any physicists?