Growing up, I gratefully never received a spanking with a switch. I had only read about them or seen it portrayed on old TV shows or movies. And in most cases it didn’t look that bad, based on the reaction of the actor receiving it (because it wasn’t really happening). That perception was my downfall in thinking it would be “neat” to get a switch for my wife to spank me with. An old school whuppin’ with a switch had a certain nostalgic charm to it for some reason. At the time of this brilliant thought…I had already gotten spanked with a couple canes. A traditional rattan cane and a white lexan cane that I now refer to as “White Lightning”. Both are about 3/8” in diameter and both are (or used to be…) the worst things to get a spanking by. When my Wife uses the rattan cane on me, she’ll tell me to “soak the cane” a day and a half before. That means I have to let the cane soak over 36 hours in water. During which time the cane absorbs some of it, it makes it more dense, heavier and flexible. Not to mention awfully harsh! Soooo…I figured I had taken the worse of the worst in regards to canes/rods and so a switch whuppin’ wouldn’t, couldn’t be any worse than either one of those.
So out to the backyard I went. Merrily on my quest to find a switch for my wife to use on me. There were some very thin whippy ones but I thought, that’s more a stingy, annoying scratching type of spanking. Plus on videos where I had seen thin switches used in a spanking, I noticed they break pretty easily. Nah, I wanted a switch that had some substance! More like the 3/8” diameter size. Something I was already familiar with due to the canes. I finally found a tree that had some branches around that size and “cut a switch”. As I walked back to the house, I had that thought of having to go get a switch and bring it back for your own whuppin’ and again, that nostalgic charm arose within, although this time, there was a tinge of fear with it, as the switch looked and felt like it could cause some serious pain.
It naturally was larger at the base, then tapered off at the other end. I took it to my workshop and cut it down to size. I took the middle section where there was still some taper to it but mostly it was at or around that 3/8” diameter mark I was going for. I had cut it down to 30”. It had some weight to it but it didn’t bend as much as I thought. After getting the length right, I got a knife out to smooth out some of the “nubs” and sharp parts of the switch when I noticed some weird stuff all along the outside of it. I don’t know if it was just the way the bark of the tree looked or if it was some sort of moss or growth on the outside of him. Hmmmm…The thought of getting spanked with this and having some sort of allergic reaction to it was not something I wanted to go through. I almost chuckled at the thought of having to go to urgent care with an allergic butt reaction…”So uh, Mr. Smith…just what happened here?” LOL.
And just that quickly…the switch idea started to lose its allure. ☹
A few months later, my wife was helping a friend of hers make center pieces for an anniversary party. It basically was a vase, with colored rocks in it and long-stemmed faux flowers. The flowers that they got were LONG and had to cut them down to size in order to properly fit into the vase. When I was talking out the trash, there were all these long plastic, fake flower branches and yes…the switch dream was alive again! Now these were too short and not as big in diameter that I was originally thinking but I knew I could go to any craft store and find the right long stemmed flower or faux brand and make the perfect switch.
So I did. I was amazed at the number of faux flowers and decorative branches they sell. After just a few minutes, I found a faux branch that I thought would work. It was about 3’ in total length, but as the branch went up, it broke off into several smaller branches just like the end of a tree branch would. BUT…the main part of the branch, went up around 2’. Shorter than what I was looking for but I figured would do.
So I took it home and sure enough, the main part of the branch when up right at/around 24” before it broke off in different directions. I cut through the plastic and wire that ran down the middle of it. And then cut off the smaller branches that were jetting out of the sides of the main branch. When I cut the smaller branches, it exposed some smaller wire that was used to support the smaller branches. These ends of the wire were sharp because they were just cut. I had to use some needle nose pliers, and after a bit of a struggle, was finally able to get them out. Then I used a razor to smooth out any sharp plastic pieces. I still wanted the branch to have the branch look and feel, with the variances and nubs that a branch has, but wanted to trim off any unusually large or sharp ones. After spending a while on cleaning that up, I had an evil looking branch that still had the characteristics of an actual branch. And a switch that would certainly be capable of giving a good ol’ fashion spanking.
But…it was a little on the light side and not as thick in diameter that I thought it should be. So I got some Plasti-Dip and the real fun began. If you’ve ever worked with this stuff, you’ll know the fumes are pretty nasty. And while it may do well for dipping a 6″ handle in it, trying to dip and cover a 24″ switch, was a totally different experience. It was messy, and frustrating to get the even coating I was after. After several attempts, lots of cussing, and catching an unintended buzz from the fumes, I finally had it done.
In retrospect, it was quite the pain in the ass (which I guess is poetic eh?), but the finished product was a menacing looking black switch that had some added weight and density to it. I didn’t get to the 3/8” thickness but in retrospect, I credit my brain as it had the sense to tell me to stop as it KNEW this was going to be pretty bad ass it was.
So here it is…
It is still a little more pliable than I had hoped but that only serves it well in dishing out pain. The magic formula of weight + dense + pliable = a very painful spanking implement, is very evident in this switch.
I started having second thoughts about showing/giving this to my wife. I somehow knew that there was a possibility of it being as bad as the canes.
But being the brain-iac that I am…I eventually confessed to having a new toy for her. She liked the idea taking a switch to me and admired my handy work as she inspected it. Then she told me to put it somewhere in the garage, so that when the time came…she would send me to “get a switch”. Boom, there were those nostalgic old school feels again! It sounds cool in fantasy land. But that only lasts until you realize it becoming a reality. Then I started getting nervous about it. I usually get a spanking about once a month or every other month. And it was coming on two months and my behavior and attitude was starting to slip. I knew I was destined to get it soon and now I knew something rather harsh was going to be her implement of choice. She had already decided on her “corresponding sandals” for it. They are a pair of black thong sandals that have a flower on top of them. How fitting. Anyway, they are one of her favorite pairs of sandals because she says they are so comfortable.
And so it came to pass…I was being unruly and she had had enough. She disappeared for a few moments and sure enough, came back into the great room wearing her black flower sandals. “Go get a switch.” she sharply commanded, then continued, “I’ll be in the woodshed waiting for you. You have 2 minutes to get your soon to be torn up ass, in there.” Oh SHIT. This is it. Those romantic and nostalgic feelings were nowhere to be found. Just sheer fear as I knew my impending doom was near. I took a deep breath and went to the garage and got the switch. It felt even heavier than I remembered and I had a brief moment of wanting to just run somewhere and hide. But I knew better than that. That would only get me more of what I was going to get already. Besides, I’m a man dammit. I’ve agreed to take these real punishments. I needed to “man up” and go take what I’ve earned and what is now due.
As I walked towards “the woodshed”, I totally understood the feeling of those who had to go get a switch for their own whoopin’ must’ve had. Each step bringing you closer to pain and possibly tears. After the long walk, I opened the door to our room/the woodshed and there she was in our big lounge chair. Legs crossed. Dangling one of her sandals. “Bring it here.” She sternly stated. I handed it to her and she looked again at it as if seeing it for the first time. This is really a nice switch my love. I’m going to enjoy tanning your hide with it. I kneeled down in front of her and she told me to only look at her feet and sandals. I did as instructed as she recanted all the reasons she was about to spank me. From my attitude, to my behavior, to some missed chores.
Then she asked if I had anything to say for myself, and as self-preservation dictated, I started to apologize and ask for another chance, even though I have NEVER gotten a 2nd chance when we have gotten to this stage. She simply said, “No. Now assume the position.” I got up, walked to the bed, unbuckled my belt and pulled my shorts and underwear down, then bent over the end of the bed. She got up and I heard the switch for the first time, cut through the air, “whrrrff”. OMG, that sound was eerily familiar with the sound the cane makes. She walked over to the left side of me and got into her spanking position. I then felt the coolness of the switch as she placed it against my butt, measuring her distance. And without any further word or warning, the first lash came. Whrrrffap! “AUuuooo” was the strangest noise that came out of my mouth as I experienced THE most painful lash, the most painful ANYTHING in my entire life! My knees instantly buckled but I knew better than to not stay in position and quickly recovered as the 2nd lash landed. Whrrrffap! With the 2nd lash came another indescribable noise from me. It was a cross between a wail and a cry, then I felt my tears already welling. Whrrrffap! The 3rd lash came and I was crying. I was holding on to the bed cover and doing my best not to get too much out of position as the lashes kept landing. One, after another. I think she only did about 15 from the first side but each lash felt like a thin searing iron was being placed on my backside and making its way into my butt. She walked over to the other side and it began again. Whrrrffap! Whrrrffap! Whrrrffap! At this point, I am bawling and sobbing with loud cries as soon as each lash lands. I almost had a moment of being embarrassed for crying out like that when the next lash came, Whrrrffap! And that embarrassment was replaced by pain and agony. She normally does her final count but after this 2nd set of 15, she stopped and walked over to her throne, sat down and crossed her legs, still holding the switch. “Do you like my sandals young man?” she asked. “Yes’m.” I wimpered. “Me too. Even more so now, that we 
both know, if you do something bad while I’m wearing them, we’re going to come home and you’re going to go get me the switch. “Yes Ma’am.” I acknowledged. I was a hot mess. Tear stained eyes, butt throbbing and snot coming out of my nose. She reached over to the table next to the chair got a tissue and handed it to me. I wiped away my tears, blew my nose and as she always ends my spanking, she lifted her foot up to me. I took her sandal off and kissed the soles of her feet and the underside of her toes for just a moment before she softly said, “Ok.” At which point I put her sandal back on, kissed the top of her foot, then repeated the same with her other foot.
If I had a time machine, I am all but sure I would likely go back in time and choose to NOT purchase, then make that evil thing. It has now become known as “The Wicked Switch” but in my head, I think of it as The Evil, Dreaded, Wicked Switch from Hell. It is the most painful implement in our house and one I fear with every fiber of my being. I am very grateful that she only uses it every once in a great while. And let me tell you…that long walk to the woodshed, with the switch in my hand and knowing she is waiting for me; is so much worse after you’ve experienced the excruciating pain it brings, and knowing that pain is coming your way again.
UPDATE: We’ve been asked time and time again, from many of our readers, to make this switch available. And we had set out to do it previously. But as I mentioned, they can be quite a chore to make. But I think I’ve finally got the process down, and you can now own your very own Wicked Switch. But be careful what you wish for. 😉
Great article, Joey. Until a few years ago, a switch is something I had not experienced. That all ended one day we were working in the yard. We have two rather large maple trees and we had trimmed the lower limbs along with other yard tasks. Maple and some other kinds of trees, even as adult trees sprout new limbs around the trunk. We used to call these ‘suckers’ and always kept them trimmed off. We found one about 30 inches long and nicely tapered. As I cut it off, I remarked to her quite slyly, this would make a good switch. She agreed and asked if even as a child I had ever been switched. I replied I had not, but often wondered about it, hearing all the ‘stories’ about the implement. She asked if I was willing to give it a try. My male member got a bit hard as I said sure. Immediately we went to the garage and I sheared off the buds attached to the switch as she prepared a place for me. I bared my ass, but she said no, I want you completely nude like any other spanking. So I stripped as placed myself over the make shift spanking bench she fashioned. Much like you, I heard the swish thru the air in her trial swing. The next landed across both cheeks with sound you most accurately described. I screamed loud with searing pain. Another stroke brought the same result. I did not take nearly as many as you, but after perhaps 8 or so, she said I was nicely striped and welts were forming. I would judge it much like the cane, but even a bit more painful. I hope I never have to endure a ‘real’ spanking with that implement.
A few points I want to mention. I was always told a switch had to be cut fresh and used immediately, as it would dry out and become brittle. Unlike a rattan cane, soaking an old switch will not bring it back to life. I admit to my lack of knowledge about a switch. Now coating it, like you did, may keep it from drying out, but it appears to me you really made the switch into a cane. Again, I know not what I speak about. Perhaps you on other readers can enlighten me more about “The Wicked Switch”
Hey Cowboy, thanks! Yeah, searing pain is the right word for it, right? I hate that thing. So, the wicked switch started out as a fake plastic branch type of thing. Like one of those decorative flower or branches at a craft store. So it can’t dry out. When I coated it with the plati dip, it just added more density and weight to it and made that thing pure evil. My wife thinks I should make some more and sell them on our site but I don’t know if I can do that to my fellow men! LOL. Although, if she makes a point to ask me again, I won’t have much choice as I’m sure The Wicked Switch would be the implement she’d use to “persuade” me to do it.
I am still having trouble loading the ATS. Is it a problem with my computer or have others experienced a problem????????
Hi Cowboy, I haven’t published the ATS post yet or made the ATS sheet available yet. Actually I posted it for about 10 minutes to test something out, but then put it back into draft status until I could finish the post. Probably will be done by the end of this week. 🙂
OK, thanks…..I’ll be looking for it.
I think it’s hysterical about how you boys make us these implements and then wish we wouldn’t use them on you. How can you think a girl wouldn’t want to try out a new implement? And once she gets that reaction you describe, it definitely is going to stay in her arsenal!
Yeah, this was definitely not well thought out on my end. And it has come back to “bite” me on the butt several times. As recently as last weekend! Post on that spanking coming soon.
Hi Joey and Wicked Queen,
Thanks for this site, I read one of your blog posts to my wife yesterday which may have been the decider in our trying a DD arrangement. She spanked me yesterday but it wasn’t until she started using a cat 5 internet cable that I really started to squirm. We still need to make some progress before I truly fear her spanking me. Yesterday whilst painful hasnt left the lasting fear and dread of it happening again and this is what I feel I need to motivate me. If you ever do get round to selling a wicked switch I’d be very interested to get one.
We are her new to spanking and she is more vanilla and wasn’t spanked as a child. One thing she mentioned that I think could be helpful if you’re considering following up the post on why women should spank their husbands. She often holds a grudge when I’ve done something to upset her. She doesn’t see how spanking me would resolve her feelings of resentment.
Personally I think it’s because she is OK with me stating a punishment and infraction but reluctant to come up with punishments herself. So if I feel I’ve had a lazy week at work she’s happy to dole out what I think is a fair punishment but I have to tell her how many and what implement. As I say we are at the very beginning and if/when she gives me a woodshed spanking and sees my remorse perhaps the question will answer itself.
Anyway this is the best blog I’ve read on this subject and you sound like an awesome couple keep up the good work.
Best, Adek.
Hi Adek and thank you so much for the comments, kind words and insight into your situation. I think I just replied to you on another forum as well. Glad to see you on our site!
Ah yes, cords, canes and my wicked switch are some of the worse implements there are. A cat 5 cable will bring some sting, but it pales in comparison to a water soaked cane or my wicked switch. It is funny that you asked about the wicked switch, because I was literally JUST telling Joey last week that we should sell them. He laughed and kidded that he wouldn’t want to do that to his own kind. But he also pointed out that if someone is just starting down a spanking relationship journey, that that switch could derail that train due to how painful it can be. But…I like giving my women the tools they need to make sure their men are disciplined and well behaved. Stay tuned…I think some wicked switches will be made and available for sale in the next week or two. I’ll just add a disclaimer about its intensity. 😉
Regarding your wife grudges. I too am pretty bad about holding grudges. But I guess it depends on what you did to upset her. If it is something serious like cheating on her (I hope that’s not the case), then yeah, spanking is not going to be the answer. But I can attest to being upset by my husband for a variety of things and if we didn’t have this lifestyle, then I for sure would’ve held a grudge (and there would’ve been tension) between us for awhile afterwards. But after giving him a REAL spanking, (a spanking where his legs are buckling as he struggles to maintain position, and tears are in his eyes), that releases my tension towards him and any grudge I may have otherwise kept. Perhaps part of that is I feel “justice” has been served and that he has paid for his transgression. Part of it may be that I’m the one who administered the spanking and feel empowered. And maybe part of it is I know that a real spanking like that will be a deterrent for future occurrences of what he did to upset me.
Good luck to you both and I hope to hear from you again sometime.
Hi Wicked Queen,
Thanks for replying and for your thoughts on grudges. Over the years my wife has had many reasons to be angry at me and justified holding a grudge though nothing that comes close to infidelity. Usually my taking big financial decisions independently or just being lax around household chores. The grudges put distance between us and I miss her companionship when this goes on and also shut down to her. I’d definitely prefer to take a belting and think this would be better for our relationship. Isn’t it odd that two people so in love would hold on to a resentment when the damage to their relationship is so plain? (go figure)
The buckling at the knees the difficulty holding position are really evocative for me as that’s how I remember taking a punishment as a young man, it’s so odd now that I’m genuinely concerned that I might wimp out as an adult. There are quite a few instances in the recent past where I would like to take a spanking for doing something because I still feel guilt and would like closure. My wife is the wronged party in many of these and I can see how there would be a sense of justice in her opening and closing the final act. perhaps in time she’ll feel the same way.
BTW I’ll definitely be first in line to buy a wicked switch though I know I’ll soon regret it.
Hi Adek,
Glad to hear that there wasn’t any infidelity. I had a little gem of a memory regarding making big financial decisions independently. Many, many years ago, prior to our current domestic discipline spanking arrangement, Joey came home and informed me that he bought new car online and it was being shipped to us. This was without talking or discussing it AT ALL with me. And I do remember being angry, hurt and disappointed with him for some time afterwards. So I can empathize with your wife in that regard. I’m not sure at present if he would make a large purchase without at least discussing it with me (partially because of the fallout the last time and partially because he knows he’d get taken to the woodshed with the switch!). And I don’t know if he did, if taking him to the woodshed would completely resolve me of my negative feelings around the matter. But I do know that the frustrations I used to feel from the smaller stuff, like missed chores, arrogance, attitude, are totally wiped away. Firstly, they don’t make me mad anymore because I am in a position of power to address it, whenever I see fit. Secondly, when I tan his hide for these types of instances, I have no ill will or frustration with him at all afterwards. Everyone is different and we all handle things differently, so that might not be as easy for your wife. But I wonder if you’ve ever been spanked to tears or beyond? If I spanked Joey and he didn’t have much of a reaction or squirmed just a little, it might not appease me as I would feel he’s not really learning a lesson. But after I’ve spanked Joey to tears and in some cases to where he’s crying. I do feel sorry for him. I love this man. And I think maybe that is key, knowing that he received a “real” punishment, hence real accountability? IDK, kind of spitballing here but thought I’d share right as it came to mind.
Lastly, we’re hoping to get the Wicked Switches up for sale by next week. Cheers!
Hi Wicked Queen,
As usual you get right to the crux of the matter. Discipline as I have known it is outside of your control and the degree of remorse is judged by the disciplinarian. In this sense, yes I have gotten away lightly and am still getting away but as you know we are at the beginning of what I hope is a journey that will take us to a similar arrangement as the one you have with Joey.
When I am spanked to tears I expect to hate it but I also expect it to have a lasting effect. I remember the genuine feeling of remorse that accompanies the pain of being disciplined. It’s almost involuntary, like a hidden room that you weren’t aware of until you’ve been shown. The trouble is that even with well meaning and a good heart it’s almost impossible to reach this place on your own. So sometimes when I’ve been lax around my responsibilities I can’t find that genuine place of remorse – I don’t even know where to look. Instead I revel in the joy of getting away with it or feel irked at my wife’s mostly justified complaints. This is the same for my personal failings and whilst there is the intellectual realisation that I need to do better there seems to be a break in the circuit that prevents me from tying this feeling to remorse. I believe that a severe disciplinary session, with tears and remorse, would connect these and link what I know in my head with what I feel in my heart.
Hi Adek and Happy Monday!
I DO feel that a more severe domestic discipline session will make that connection for you. But as you and your wife are newly heading down this domestic discipline road, I urge you to not push her too much to increase the severity of the spanking. Even though I was very familiar with giving a good spanking to Joey, when we crossed over into REAL domestic discipline, it took me a little time to be able to mete out a severe discipline to my husband. IMHO that’s a good thing. Might be a little concerning if your wife was too eager to lay on a very severe spanking right off the bat. LOL. All kidding aside, it seems like you two are on a good trajectory towards a domestic discipline relationship. Communication with each other was key for us. Talking about the spanking a day after it happens, would provide some good insight for us both. Take care and have a great week Adek!
Does the wicked switch cause many vibrations to the user? My wife has weak wrists and swinging powerful items such as paddles or solid canes such as whangee canes hurts her wrists.
The delrin cane works well because it’s flexible and enables her to get strong reactions from me without hurting her at all.
If the wicked switch is not likely to hurt her wrists, she would like me to get one. My feelings are somewhat more mixed but as we don’t have a lot of effective and practical options…
Hi Silk and thanks for your question. I can honestly say that the Wicked Switch is THE most comfortable thing I have spanked Joey with, because of the lack of vibration felt. Also, not much strength is needed to swing it and still get his immediate attention and teach the necessary lesson. I will say that it is also the thing he hates most because it hurts the most. So I don’t use it on him all the time. I like to have something in my arsenal I can bump up to for when I need to teach a serious lesson. All this said, Joey went to make some but was unable to get all the materials. He is going to go looking again this week and we should have some for sale by next week. One of us will post about it for sure when that happens. Have a great week and be good!
After all that I didn’t realise they’d come up for sale! And now they’re out of stock. Sigh.
Hi Silk, I’m glad to inform you that more will be completed in just a couple of days. So please check back, I think he has 2 or 3 more almost done.
Hello Wicked Queen,
This is the first time responding to your blog. I like your blog and thank you for your blog. One thing is the stories but also the pictures that go with the stories to get a better, real feel of the story. Even though I have not found my Domestic Discipline relationship, These real-life stories teach me in a big way, to know what to expect and how to be on the receiving end of the punishment, because I have not been in an DD relationship before, only have learned on my own.
The switch has intrigued me and dreamed of getting it used on me when that time comes. Which I could regret 🙂 And to add the woodshed really is fitting because they both go together. Soaking the cane would be pure torture of the anticipation of what is about to come and to walk by it. For 36 hours 3 days is indescribable. I guess there is no going back for you guys once the cane gets put into the water.
Another thing that has stuck out in your story as well as others is the fact that you use some type of clothing or your sandals to identify to getting punishment. Since I have been trying to pursue an DD relationship I hope that part of the dynamic is added. One of the things I cannot wait to hear the words in our DD relationship, “wait until I get you home” Or “you’re getting a spanking when we get home or when you get home. Then adding clothing to your sandals is like double jeopardy. One question would be is do you use different sandals or clothing for different types of punishment?
A couple of other questions would be How long were You and Joey in a relationship before you too started a domestic discipline? And who’s idea was it? Have you ever switched roles at any point? And you stated you had to ease into it as far as severity. How long did that take to progress into full-blown punishment?
And the last question for now. I have been searching for this type of relationship seems like for many years, (endlessly seems like) and it has been a struggle for me, I have search many sites, FetLife and others, and the majority of times it has been findom. Would you have any suggestions on how to find, pursue, do you know of anybody, or how could I identify a woman that would want to be in an Domestic Discipline relationship?
Thank you in advance and again thank you for your blog, it has been a great learning experience for the future.
Hello Rese and thank you for the comment and kind words. Yes, anticipation of a spanking can be quite troublesome for a backside that has gotten itself into trouble. 🙂 Most of the questions you asked can be answered by reading our About Us page. But we won’t get into specifics on years. As far as finding or identifying a woman that would want to be in an FLR or DD Spanking relationship…I’ve heard of matchmaking sites that allow people to post more risque desires. For us, it happened very naturally, evolving over many years. Good luck to you and hope to hear from you again!
I tried to edit my last post but I couldn’t I wanted to clarify I was using the term FLR But I meant Domestic discipline Relationship. I do put femdom, FLR, and domestic discipline in the same term but not category. I do know the difference between them.
I also did not acknowledge Joey hello Joey Thank you for your site and a great learning experience for the present and future. .
Thank you
Hey Rese, no worries. Based on your comment here, I went and edited it for you. No big deal. Also, thanks for the kind words! And yeah, regarding the Wicked Switch. Be careful what you wish for my friend. That thing is a beast! LOL Thanks for visiting and hope to hear from you again.
Hello! i very much enjoyed reading about your personal history with the switch. i have a little bit of experience with them. Years ago, a Domme i could visit periodically to do chores for Her in between spankings started things out with a presentation of the implements She liked to use and intended to use on me. One of those was when She escorted me out into the back yard and showed me a tree that had a lot of long, thin branches. Not a weeping willow, but something in that direction. She showed me the numerous sucker branches that grew in great number from the tree, and She told me that if She told me to go cut some switches for Her, i was to come out here and cut Her six of the just-right sized thickness and lengthy branches from the tree. She demonstrated for me, choosing one that was to Her liking, cutting it off at about a three feet length, and then clearing it of the many leaves. The leaves stripped off without hardly any nub left. so it made for a very smooth looking stick that made THAT noise as She vigorously snapped it in the air beside her. She very matter-of-factly told me that i would be expected to come out here to the tree, cut six switches to look just like this one, and then bring them in to Her and present them to Her by kneeling in front of Her, looking to the floor, and raising them up in my hands for Her to select. She went on to say that She would then have me present my bare bottom over the back of the couch and She would use these switches on me to punish me. She explained that She might use one at a time, two at a time, or more, and that She expected them to break at some point over my bottom, which is why She wanted to have six available to use.
i watched and listened to all this very intently, feeling the amazement grow in me that i was surely going to be switched at some point. It was my third visit with Her that in between chores i heard Her say, “Go cut me some switches,” and i felt that combination of great anticipation and dread rise up in me. i desperately re-played the memory of my orientation meeting to remember how to select and prepare the switches, doing so as quickly as i could because i knew if i was too slow in Her estimation that it would mean additional punishment. i followed Her procedure, and before long i found myself in my proper place and the touch of one switch across my bottom cheeks as She chastised me about how poorly i had done in completing my last chore. With that, her lecture and scolding continued as She switched me for a bit with one, until it broke. Then She used two, which of course doubled the pain. She used three at one time for a while, but then went back to one switch until four of the six had broken. i was gasping and moaning and watery eyed by the time She let me up and very sternly told me to “Take out the trash” and handed me the switches. i did so, but later, when i was released for the day to go home, i stopped by the trash and quickly pulled out a piece of switch about eight inches long that had broken off over my bottom. i took it home and kept it to gaze at and remember my first switching for a long time. i got a few more switching from Her, but they were effective in really making me focus on behaving well and doing my chores right when at Her house. Sadly, she was a traveling nurse and came to the end of Her contract and moved far away, so i suddenly was not getting switched or otherwise punished any longer by Her. But it was memorable!
Hi jackbrat and thank you for sharing that wonderful story! You can tell when someone really knows the ins and outs of spanking. There are just so many nuances and subtleties that you only learn about when going through the acts of giving or receiving one. That “sound” of the switch cutting through the air is very empowering for me, but obviously very ominous for Joey. I also love bending Joey over a big chair or couch. It just presents the bottom so wonderfully for the ensuing thrashing. The bed in our room is raised quite high and so I would often have him bent over the end of that for his whuppin’s. But I am not comfortable video taping in there, so we’ve been shooting these in our guest room and putting pillows under the end of the bed for him to bend over. Hope you find another to punish you as you wish/want/need. 😉
Thank You so much for Your kind words about my post! It is true that sound plays a big part in a spanking. The tone and volume of voice of the Spanker. The sound of the implement, whether it’s pre-spanking for emphasis or during the spanking itself. The gasp of the spankee reacting to each spank that sends shock waves of pain through him, etc. If a spankee is blindfolded during a spanking, it eliminates potential distraction of sight to really have him focus on the senses of sound and touch. Positioning is interesting, too, in how it can lead to a better target to punish as well as a more comfortable (or stable) position for the spankee to take the spanking. The Domme who switched me also gave me another first. A sub of Hers had made an old-fashioned stocks that was easily assembled. She assembled it as She told me how She was going to put me in it and spend time blistering my bottom. As i watched, it all came together, and She had me come over and put my wrists and neck in the lower holes for them, and then she put the upper portion over them to hold me in place. There was no way for me to escape it, no way to really try to prevent my bottom from being punished. She proceeded to use various implements (not a switch, but a paddle and a strap among others) as i had to stand there somewhat bent over with my bottom pushed out for Her to punish. And punish me She did! By the time She was through, my head was spinning and i was panting like a thirsty dog. The thing i remember most, though, was Her giggle and laugh as She paddled and strapped me and watched my reaction. She really enjoyed tending to my bare bottom as i was confined in Her stocks!
I’m due to be judicially birched in April and was wondering what the state of my bottom will be like after. I’ll be secured and a lifestyle disciplinarian a lady in her early 60s will be carrying this out.
Any advice welcome
Depends on the birch. I’ve seen some birches that are very thin/light, and then I’ve seen some that look like a bunch of 3/8″ switches tied together. Both will hurt, but the latter will tear your butt up. Literally. That is, if she is truly spanking in a judicial sense. My advice is to avoid this kind of spanking. But if you do go through with it, make sure you have a safeword.
Thank you for your reply and advice.
The birches are made of willow and look like they are a bit thinner than a normal cane. The birch is made of 10 of these rods.
Does this make a difference?
It’s a punishment I have asked for to deal with a real life misdemeanour
Hello Wicked Queen,
I have decided to cancel the planned judicial birching.
Instead I will visit my regular disciplinarian, who after all knows me better.
Maybe I wasn’t sure about the birching from the beginning and I’m really glad that I asked the question on your site.
Thank you for your advice.
I’ve made an appointment to see my disciplinarian and been told that I will face the large wooden paddle and cane both of which I’ve had many times but happy in the knowledge that I will be taken care of in many different ways, all of them safe.
Ken x
Well, you know the situation best. But I’m guessing it is probably for the better. 🙂
I think one-strike out is overly harsh,
why not two-strike out?
(One final warning given before penalty)
I never said anything about “one-strike out” or even “two-strike out”. Trust me, by the time I decide to give Joey a spanking, he’s earned it in spades! 🙂
What does that mean?
Spades as in card suit Diamond Clover Heart Spades
Or as in Spades like shovel load?
It’s hard to live with Attention Deficiency Disorder…
“in spades” means “to a very high degree”. So in other words, when I DO end up spanking him, he has well earned it “to a very high degree”. Not a one or two strike out type of thing. Hope that helps. 🙂
Conclusion: You were more generous than I thought – by giving him many chances before the chastisement.
N.B. In French, chastisement is châtiment… where did the S drop off from?
Dear Mistress WQ: I was ordered to purchase the Wicked Switch from your site and was trembling while looking it up. I’ve read about it’s most painful effect on the bare rear end. I was definitely not looking forward to receiving it on mine. Then, happy day, I saw the note Sold Out on the order form. I could kiss you!
I had nothing to do with it. People wanted them and so they sold out. 🙂 But they’ll be baaaaaack.
Female-led relationships are so awesome! I would definitely prefer to get spanked and paddled while I am naked
Thanks! Our modified version certainly works for us! 🙂
My wife and I enjoy camping. Sometimes when backing the camper into a tight spot I resort to cussing and a sarcastic tone as she spots me. After we backed in and set up she said, “I warned you about your cursing and tone of voice with me. Now go into the woods and cut me a switch.” I came back with a birch one with the bark skinned off. She ordered me to take my pants and underwear off and bend over the camper’s rear bumper. Fortunately there was nothing but woods on 3 sides of the camper. She proceeded to switch my bare ass. I was hopping from one foot to the other as she switched my sit spot and down over my thighs. She was making her feelings felt as she switched not stop. I must have sounded like a naughty lil boy as I whined with tears in my eyes saying I’ll never do that again. My begging had no effect. After she finished my ass was on fire and I had welts on my ass clear down to my upper thighs for a week. Needless to say I learned a lesson that day. She showed me what she was capable of and established a fear factor!
Good to hear that she is curbing that kind of behavior. I bet you were a model citizen for the rest of the camping trip too. When Joey loses his cool, I allow a slight amount as we’re all human, but in the few instances when he has continued, and especially if he uses a sarcastic tone with me in the process, then yes…he’s is going to shed some tears and be reminded of it every time he sits down for the next few days.
Thank you for sharing.
i think that was a great account of just how unacceptable cussing and sarcasm is (especially directed at the Lady In Charge). i think you were one very lucky naughty boy to get that switching and that it was delivered promptly and firmly. i would think that Your behavior in that area improved greatly. i envy you for getting the well-deserved punishment as you described!
Psssst! Hey, Joey! Put me down for a Wicked Switch the next time you make some! i do completely understand it will be excruciating for me to receive punishment with it, but damn, i just HAVE to have one to experience that degree of discipline!
We’ll be working on those in the first couple months of this year. And like Joey and I like to say…be careful what you wish for. 😉
A reprieve🙏. It was a beautiful day, the windows were open in our bedroom to let the fresh air in. I had just come out of the shower but sprayed my self with her favorite cologne. I was bent over the end of our bed about to get a punishment spanking. She slowly removed the belt she was wearing. Then patted my butt gently. It might have been the cologne that she bought for me, but she sat down on the bed and grabbed my face and kissed me passionately , which is unusual , when she gives me a punishment spanking ! We then made love passionately several times. She lay back afterwards with a blissful, contented smile & took a nap. I then brought a her Gin& tonic and we kissed again and we made love again. Afterwards she said “you are off the hook this time, but if you wear that cologne again trying to get out of your punishment, I’ll give you double dose!” She then kissed me passionately “AGAIN” and then “🙄”. Be honest my Queen , were you every turned on to the extent where Joey was given a reprieve from his spanking and you made passionate love instead? Disgraziato
Joey turns me on often and in many ways. But when it is time for a spanking, and we’re at the point of him being bent over, (which I also find very sexy), I still give him his spanking. But sometimes we make love after the spanking.