Spanked With A Switch Novels & Stories

Then, I said in a soft voice, “Watch where you’re going! That really hurts!’ I heard his chuckle. “Who are you? Come here, let me give you a good rub. I’ll make the pain go away.” “Go away! I’d never let you touch me even in a nightmare!” I revealed half my face. Then, I slapped him hard across the cheek and bolted. I left an ID on the ground. The cripple picked it up. The class teacher lived somewhere near the village. Since not many villagers were out and about so early, I easily found my way to the teacher’s house.

"You mentioned spanking. Is that really, I mean…I can't see consenting to being beaten." He looked at her directly. "Not beaten. This is way different. We're talking about a spanking on the ass, like with a hand or a crop or some other tool. When you break a rule, you will be punished. That's the way it is. The thing is, the line between pain and pleasure is paper thin. A spanking can be very sensual. You'd be surprised. Remember, you'll have safe words to let me know how you're doing, but you have to use them." Bella nodded slightly, still wide-eyed.

Grayham cried out in frustration. “With thirty days left, I’m sure you’re doing well,” Glinda replied. I folded my arms across my chest like a pissed child. “Fine. What do you know about the switch and how do you come in here?” She cleared her throat loudly and looked me in the face. “Your father told me about it,” My eyes widened in horror. “He knew?” Then I darted my gaze to Grayham. He wouldn’t look at me. I clenched my jaw. “You son of a bitch,”

one of them commented. Another chimed in, "Not only are you refusing to take a stand at such a crucial moment, but now you're trying to change the subject, too." Their faces twisted with scorn as they spoke. Only then did I fully grasp the meaning of "kicking someone when they were down". Even with their judgment weighing heavily on me, I forced myself to stay calm. I ignored their hostile stares and turned to my mother, asking, "Mom, don't you think that boy looks familiar?"

Katrina was again bent over slightly with her legs spread a little more, revealing more of her lips to anyone who might be watching - me. "Kerry, she's so, so bad! Punish her! Oh, my god, how can you do that to me... Please harder, harder! Suck harder! Kerry, spank her! Spank her! She's so bad!" The words poured from Sarah as she alternately switched from what her body was feeling to what her mind told her to do. I broke out of my own trance and said, "O.K." I turned back down the hall and went into the kitchen looking for something, anything to use for the spanking. "Jesus," I thought, wondering what was going on and then I saw something: a long handled spatula on the counter near the sink.

“Lean over the desk so I can spank you some more.” She didn’t hesitate. Totally nude she leaned on the desk with her ass sticking up in the air like a lollipop, her feet slightly apart. She shook her hair seductively and looked long and hard at professor Dorian's very obvious, very huge bulge in his trousers. Professor Dorian stood and out of his drawers he produced a switch. It looked like it was made of bamboo. Gently he started to whip her. Was she still being punished? Hadn't she been punished enough? She asked herself. She would not dare ask him out loud.

“My safe word is blueberries. The stoplight method is one that I use for soft limits that I haven’t tried yet.” “Alright princess, here’s your punishment for being a brat. 10 spankings with the paddle, and I want you to use the stoplight while I do this. I want you to say, ‘Thank you Alpha’ after each spanking and if it gets to be too much, I want you to say ‘red’”. “Yes, Alpha.” With that, the spankings begin. I hear the whoosh of the wind through the heart cut out at the base of my paddle and the sudden sting of it against my ass.

The next couple of spanks alternate between my left and right asscheek and I make sure to count out loud to ten. "The next ten will be done with the paddle, since regular spanking never gets my point across," he says and I hear him pick the paddle off the bed. How didn't I see that before! I hate the paddle so much, it stings and leaves a blunt pain that I can't stand. My thighs tense up as I wait for the wooden instrument to hit my skin. "Do you need to safeword out?" Damian asks quietly. I realise my body is shaking and my breathing is much quicker than it was before.

“Okay, I won't be spanking you on your ass this time. You'd be receiving it on your tits. A total of thirty spanks, fifteen on each of them.” “But—” “And I'll tell you the rules while you are being punished,” he cut me in between while pulling my breast in his hand, and I had to close my eyes to control the moan ready to escape.

Oscar I wasn't really mad anymore, but she didn't need to know that. I would never touch her in anger. That was a big no-no for a Dom. She'd chosen the wooden paddle and I would need her on her feet, bent over the edge of the bed. The wood was thick and long, kinda like me (hehe), so I wanted to make sure that I got her butt cheeks. The fattiest areas were best for this device. I didn't want to mistakenly hit her back, which I wouldn't, but I wanted to be safe. This was her first punishment and her first real spanking. Twenty licks was a lot too, but I couldn't go easy on her. She put herself in danger by leaving and going to his house, even if he wasn't there.