The Wicked Switch

getting a switchGrowing 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.

spanking switch

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 black branch that was bout 3’ long. The bottom of the branch wasn’t quite the thickness I was looking for but I had an idea about how to fix that (more on that later). And as the branch when 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 it could still 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 used a pair linesman pliers which easily cut through the plastic and wire that ran down the middle of it. And I snipped off the smaller branches that were jetting out of the sides of the main branch. When I snipped 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 snipped. I wasn’t sure if those wires were connected to the main wire in the middle or not but upon using some needle nose pliers, I was able to pull them right 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. That was already formed onto this branch from the mold they used to make the branch but some of it needed to be trimmed up.

Then I had my 24” switch but it was a little on the light side and not as thick in diameter that I had hoped. So I got some plasti-dip and dipped in one end of the switch let it naturally drip off back into the can. Then I dipped it again and used a pair of locking pliers to lightly hold the switch perpendicular to the floor and upside down, so the dip would drip down towards the uncovered end. It never made it to the end, so I had to dip the other end of it and then when I got those ends built up a little, I got a board and poured some of the dip onto the middle part and then hung it both ways to until it was all naturally even. It was kind of a 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…

the wicked spanking switch

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.

spanking switchBut 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 romantic 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 get a spanking about once a month or sometimes 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 it and I had a brief moment of wanting to just run somewhere and hide. But I knew better than that. That would only get 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 whuppin’ 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 calmly 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 at her feet povboth 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. 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.

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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”


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OK, thanks…..I’ll be looking for it.

Antonia Lee

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!


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.

The Wicked Queen

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.

The Wicked Queen

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.

The Wicked Queen

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!

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