I meet a drop dead gorgeous redhead at a bar one night. She's 28 years old. 5'11" and 105 pounds. Hair down to her ass, 36C breasts, a perfect looking pussy. We get to drinking and she tells me she has a magic belt that when she spanks people with it, its switches the minds of the spanker and the sub. I'm intrigued by her story, and by the time she gets to the end of the story, I feel drowsy and the last thing I notice as the roofie she put in my drink takes effect, is the devious smile on her face.
I wake up and I am laying in bed on my stomach. There is a ball gag in my mouth. She starts talking, “Now baby, here's how this is going to go. I hold this belt in my hands. It is very old and it is very, very magical. I will have to spank you as hard as I can an amount of times equal to our combined age. Since I am 28 and you are 40, I am going to spank you 68 times.
Followed by a final spell. I gave you a local anesthetic and it should wear off in 30 minutes. You will probably pass out from the pain. After I spank you and say my spell, my mind will be in your body and your mind will be in this body.” I tried screaming to her that this was my life's dream come true. But the ball gag in my mouth prevented this. She continued, “My mind will be in your body very shortly, and the anesthesia will wear off just after that. Now, the transference will knock this body out for a couple hours. I am protected from you retaliating. Let's begin.”
The first lash came down, I yelped. With the second lash, I yelled. With the third lash I screamed. By the tenth lash I was bawling my eyes out. By the 49th lash I was shaking. And when it was over I hadn't passed out. And the last thing I ever heard from this body's ears were her spell, “ editius moranary forberskinah bleooth vorshins.”