Spanked With A Switch Novels & Stories

He had retrieved it earlier from his suitcase and dumped it on the bed some minutes after their arrival. “Unzip it, close your eyes, and stick your hand inside. Each implement is wrapped in a thick bubble wrap and labeled. There is a whip, a belt, and a paddle. If you happen to pick the one with the paddle label, you will not be spanked. That means you’re not going to be punished for coming home late. You’ll only have to face the second punishment I’ve decided to give you for getting drunk. But if you pick either the belt or whip, you will be spanked with the labeled implement. And you will also face the second punishment. So there, it’s time to test your luck. Go on.”

“Okay, sir.” “This is the switch. And it does hurt a lot to be hit with.” He places the switch back on the bed and picks up another tool. “This is a paddle. It distributes the blow to a larger area but it’s smack will certainly burn. This is the cane, I’m sure you can see why it’s called that. It is not as flexible as the switch.” He places them all down on the bed again and then turns towards me.

'Time for a spanking. I felt her hand on my back, pushing me down firmer. Then—crack! Something hard hit my ass through my pants. It stung like fire. I yelped. 'Quiet,' she snapped. It was a ruler, thick and wooden, from her desk. She swung it again, harder this time. Smack! The pain shot through me, making my legs shake. 'Count them,' she said. 'One,' I gasped. Smack! 'Two.'

Go back in there and face him out. I picked up the whip and lashed his glued hand with it. It didn’t make me feel better. I hated myself. His reflex was to cover it with his free hand, so that took a lash. I decided to play the part. ‘You like giving it out, so I assume you enjoy receiving it. It’s called switching, isn’t it?’ I heard him whimper. ‘How do I get my friends in without setting the alarms off?’ ‘Can’t be done.’

What's he planning to do to me then? My skin heats up as he begins to move his finger faster, finding my clit and rubbing little circles. He takes his other hand and shoves a few finvers into my core and begins moving them in and out at a quick pace. I can't help the moans escaping my lips. Right as I'm about to reach my climax, he stops. I breathe out in confusion. "You didn't think it was going to be that easy, did you?" he pulls back for a moment, but I'm jolted back to reality when a sharp sting erupts over my behind. A loud crack sounds thorugh the room. He's spanking me with a paddle.

He ran it over my back, down to my buttocks, before delivering a sharp smack. I cried out, the sting of the paddle making me jump. But even as I yelped in pain, I felt a rush of pleasure. to deliver sharp blows with the paddle, alternating between my left and right buttocks. Each time the paddle hit me, I felt a rush of pain followed by an intense wave of pleasure. I moaned, my body trembling with arousal as Shraf continued to spank me. The sting of the paddle made me gasp, but I couldn't help the overwhelming sensation of pleasure that washed over me with each strike.

No punishment is supposed to be enjoyable, but this might teach her things. I grin, let my hand slide over her bright red ass cheeks and quickly slide it between her legs. Without warning, I slam two fingers inside her and thrust into her until Sarah's moans are so loud they could reach the main packhouse on Laz's territory. As soon as her body tenses and she is about to orgasm, I pull my fingers out of her and get back to spanking. Sarah keeps counting. This is a surprise because normally, every submissive I know forgets to follow orders when they're stuck in a near-orgasm state.

He rubbed the spot soothingly, then delivered another smack to the other cheek — harder this time. “Count them for me, princess,” he said, voice calm and steady. “Ten spanks for coming home so late and dressed like you wanted attention from boys who don’t deserve you.” “One…” I breathed as the third smack landed. By the fifth, my ass was warm and tingling, and I was dripping down my thighs. Marcus noticed. He paused to slide his fingers back between my legs, pumping them slowly inside me while he continued the spanking with his other hand. “Six… seven… oh God, Daddy—” My voice broke into a moan as his fingers curled perfectly against that sweet spot inside me.

During work, he kept his head down, but at home, he needed to vent. Unable to release it in bed, he chose another way—violence. He was addicted to it, and he enjoyed hurting people. At first, he would find excuses to argue before hitting. Later, even a glance could set him off. Sometimes it was a cup. Sometimes a chair. When she saw me, she grabbed my arm. The first thing she said shocked me. “Emma, you were reborn too, weren’t you?”

It was funny seeing her await the opening of the box. “Why are you like this now? Is it because of this?”She flinched, acting withdrawn almost immediately. I hated saying those words.“Don’t be that way, I was just joking. It’s okay for you to be excited, I also love the practice.” I said, opening the box. I brought out a whiplash, a flogger and a paddle.“These are called impact toys. You use them to spank or whip your sub. Not for beginners though.