Part Two - A Good Old Fashioned Southern Switching - R/L

[sarah thorne]

continued from Part One....

He stood up to go outside and find one and took the
room key with him in case I 'decided to lock him out'.
But he soon returned and announced we were gonna go on
a shopping trip to Lowe's to get a dowel rod being how
he couldn't find a proper switch.

“He stood up to go outside and find one and took the
room key with him in case I 'decided to lock him
out'.”

Of course! This ol’ boy wouldn’t make such a
fundamental mistake as crossing to the wrong side of
locked door with a soon to be disciplined young lady
on the other side.

What happened on the trip outside was that while I
found a number of trees lining the parking lot, they
were singularly unsuitable for good switches. The
limbs were short and crooked, and much too stiff. A
good switch needs to be as straight as possible, a bit
firm, but with some flexibility to it. Because we were
in the middle of a rather developed area, no other
likely trees were in immediate site. I knew that a
Lowe’s hardware store was less than a five minute
drive away, and that it would have an abundant supply
of wooden dowel rods. While not in the same league as
a good switch, dowel rods are very serviceable
instruments for delivering a good whipping.

"Isn't a dowel rod like a cane?" I asked.

"Yes, a small one."

We left the room together, laughing and joking in the
hall and through the lobby where a few people were
present. As we walked outside I saw a variety of small
trees.

"What about that tree? I asked, pointing to the one to our left. We approached it and he looked at some of the branches, him muttering something about why the limbs were not right.

So I walked over to another tree. "What about this one?" It looked perfect to
me. Men! How come they couldn't seem to find anything? I grabbed a branch. "This one looks fine. What's wrong with this one?" Stupid me, I had no clue as to how to pick a switch.

sarah is right! Of course I am! I had entirely missed the tree which
was immediately outside the door, to the left. While it was still a young tree, it has some beautiful long, slender branches that would make fine switches. I took the branch that sarah has pointed out, and after a brief examination snapped it off. It would make a good switch!

He inspected it then snapped it off the tree. Then he took off his jacket and wrapped it up in it so as not to attract the curious eyes of the people in the
lobby.

They eyed us suspiciously anyway as we walked back through and we laughed about it in the elevator.

Once back in the room he asked if I had a pocket knife so that he could make what's called a 'keen switch'. I didn't but he went on to explain that a keen switch is one that is pretty much skinned and all of the small bumps taken off of it. This branch just had a few buds on it so he took to stripping it with his fingers while telling me about smoking and what it can do to your health. He noticed my leg bouncing as he spoke.

A good switch takes a little preparation. The intent
with a switch is to cause an intense sting without also
causing undue damage or injury to the skin. To aid in
achieving this a switch should be trimmed as smooth
as possible. Just as my own mother had done, I
carefully trimmed all the twigs, knots, and rough
spots from the thin limb until it was quite smooth.
While I was doing this I was talking to sarah, who
was watching the whole process intently! And by
this point, some initial anxiety was beginning to
show through her previously calm exterior!

"Nervous?" He asked with a grin. I smiled and shook my head no, which was a lie but I was more nervous about baring my bottom, I think. When he was
finished he held it up for inspection and said, "Ok, I think we're ready. Now, I like my spankings to be domestic in nature."

I stood, not catching on to what he meant.

"I like them to be domestic," he repeated. "So take off your shoes."

I did. (Like the good compliant little angel that I am.)

"Socks too, and put them over there," he pointed toward the door. As I did this he moved some things around and put pillows up against the underside of the door to block what any sound may be made, whether it be crying or whatever although I am not one to usually cry.

He then had me stand up against the end of the bed, facing away from it while he fashioned pillows on the end of the bed, for me to bend over, I figured. My preference being otk, really, but that wasn't very feasible given that noise was an issue. Just as well, I think only once (no twice) I had been spanked while bending over on my own and not otk.

“Domestic’ was the right choice of atmosphere for this
spanking, given the setting, the instrument, the cause
for the punishment, and the fact that I actually knew
sarah and really did care about her occasional smoking
habit. Not a lot could be done to give it a good
domestic feel, but a little creativity can go a long
way. Being barefoot, as one often is at home, was a
good start. The fact that I was going to use the bed,
much as it would be used at home for a good spanking
was another.

Concerning position, knowing what was in store for
sarah, I knew that it would be necessary to pay
attention to some important details to both provide
for a proper spanking and to ensure that she would not
be disruptive during her punishment.

I wished to apply the switch to the middle and lower
part of her bottom, the only proper place for
spankings in my opinion, so it was necessary for her
to bend over, of course, to present this part of the
anatomy. OTK would not do in this case, however, since
the length of the switch prevented any effective use
from that position. She needed to be in a stable
position which did not allow for much movement,
because I knew from personal experience that there
would be a compelling desire to move as much as
possible! The bed answered all of the needs.

He stood in front of me and looked me right in the eyes. "I will tell you what I tell everyone. My goal is not to make you cry. But crying is okay if you feel you must. However..." he glanced toward the door then back. "...loud cries are not acceptable. I am not sure how likely you are to do such...."

I shook my head to indicate that I wasn't likely to do such.

"...but there will be no loud crying."

I nodded my head nervously, trying not to look at that stick in his hand.

"The spanking is not done until I am done. Is that understood?"

Again, I nodded my head a bit glad that he wasn't demanding vocal answers in proper form.

"Also, when it is finished, you do not rise until I say so. Now, do you have any questions?"

I thought for but a second. What kind of question would I ask?? We had already discussed a safeword while he was peeling the switch.

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