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Subject: {ASSM} Story: Anatomy Of A Switching (F/M spank)
Date: Wed, 27 Dec 2000 17:10:06 -0500
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Anatomy Of A Switching (F/M spank)

"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, for ever' 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.


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