Spanking with a switch

Has anyone ever received a spanking with a switch? My wife is interested in trying it for us but neither of us have any experience with it. One of my fantasies is being out in the woods and being told to take my pants down and getting a spanking right there. Would be the perfect time to incorporate a good switching, among other things.

It is my understanding that many partners are punished with a switch but in my relationship, my wife will resort to a belt if I need an instant spanking when not at home. One such occasion, we were hiking through the Yorkshire Dales when I did something that really pissed her off and she turned round then and there saying "enough, I shall deal with you now". I had to drop the backpack, unloop the belt on my shorts which then caused the shorts to drop to my ankles, leaned against a suitable rock and she pulled my y-fronts down and leathered my backside with 12 strokes.

I have never been spanked with a switch, in fact we don't even call them switches where I live.

One of my wife's favorite quotes was, "understood what she was saying pain before sex is like gravy to a fine meal" I never understood what she meant. One day she told me to get about a dozen saplings from the walnut trees. I just figured she was making a floral display. Boy, was I wrong, I realized that when she was naked and wanted me to whip her with them. Well, being a good husband I did as she asked. it wasn't long before she said I didn't know what the hell I was doing, and told me to lie down. "I don't usually do this but you need to learn".

She proceeded to whip me and I quickly screamed and squirmed. She said she needed to bind me to the bed. She got the plastic wrap from the kitchen and secured me to the bed. This time I couldn't squirm as she proceeded to whip me. At first, it hurt a lot, but then things changed, It actually felt good in a strange way. I later learned it's called sub-space, where the pain is transformed into pleasure. She continued until I was in a frenzy, my cock was hard and she mounted me, Sitting in the cowgirl position, and fucked me until I came. I was totally spent and I felt like I just got run over. In the proceeding years, I used saplings, belts, bamboo, and paddles on a very happy wife

A good switching will leave marks on that ass for a day or two. you won't forget it trust me.

When I was a kid, and did something especially bad, our mom would go cut a switch from the lilac bush and use that. Never more than one since it was enough and usually just the threat was enough to get us to improve behavior. I still can remember how much that stung.

One of life's mysteries is why the idea and process of being punished with a switch fascinates me, even though I never experienced it.

For most disobedience, Mom usually corrected/trained my sisters and me by paddling our bare bottoms (OTK) with her hairbrush, and Dad usually corrected/trained us by either paddling our bare bottoms with his 18 inch carpenter's ruler (straight-edge) and/or whipping our bare bottoms with his leather strap/strop.

If however, there was was a significant degree of disrespectfulness and/or dishonesty that needed to be corrected, the naughty child/children were sent to fetch River Willow switches from the riverbank, just beyond our backyard.

We lived in a very rural agricultural/ranching community, with a very small population. Most childish disobedience (not finishing chores, not arriving home on time, getting into trouble at school, etc) was disciplined/punished with relatively leniency. It was expected that children would be disobedient sometimes (usually due to childish negligence -- not with imalicious intent). For such "normal" disobedience, a "normal" paddling or strapping (usually just a few swats, but more for repeated misbehaviors) effectively trained children to be obedient.

Intentionally disrespectful and/or dishonest misbehaviors were considered to be much more rebellious against authority. When disrespectful and/or dishonest children needed correction, we were all familiar with fetching the dreaded River Willow switches! In fact, in the spanking room at church, there was usually a handful of freshly-cut switches in a old umbrella stand, beneath the paddles and leather straps hanging on the wall. If not, the riverbank was only about 100 yards behind the church, so parents and Sunday school teachers would send naughty children to fetch their switches, if necessary.

The penalty for rebellious disrespect/dishonesty was always more severe than the penalty for normal disobedience. A normal spanking/tanning (with paddle or strap) would hurt, and leave a naughty child's buttocks red and sore for anywhere from a few hours to a few days (depending upon the severity of the misbehavior and the corresponding severity of the spanking). The River Willow switch, however, was a much more severe punishment (always on-the-bare). Even a relatively lenient appointment with a River Willow switch was VERY painful as the switch was doing its business (each stripe felt like your ass was being set on fire!). And, the stripes/welts definitely remained visible and painful for several days, up to a week! It was not uncommon for tween/teenaged boys and girls to see striped butts in the junior high and high school PE locker rooms!

The switch is a lot like the school cane used in many countries with British colonial histories, and a few other European countries. And, similar to the juvenile bamboo stick or rattan cane used in many Asian countries. It is a severe implement for correcting/disciplining a rebellious child who intentionally defies authority.

I've used a few switches off a willow tree many years ago. You need to cut about 2 or 3 because the old saying "I'm going to wear out a switch on your ass" really is a thing. After you use it for awhile it loses it's stiffness and is no good. Then you pick up the next one. They leave very nice stripes and sitting will be an adventure for awhile.

When I was a child and a teenager. My mom keep one in the house . When she didn’t have one she would go out back rip one from the tree strip the leaves off. When you seen her coming back in you hope she was going to warn you with the threat of the switch. If you had already crossed the line then she would either pull your pants and underwear down or tell you too . Then swing that switch you would hear it cutting the air then the sting of it when it hit naked skin it would leave marks you didn’t forget for awhile

The switch is a scary implement. Some are much more severe than otheres. I was educated recently about Hazel switches. I can tell you that is a lesson I do not want to experience again for a very long time. They can be thick and extremely Whippy.

I got switched exactly one time, by a friend of my dad. I was doing yard work for him in exchange for probably 75 cents an hour or something like that (this was the late 1970s). I was supposed to be raking leaves, but decided I'd had enough of that, and it was hurting my hands, so I decided to explore his large workshop/garage building where the tools were stored. "Uncle Art" must have figured out where I was because he came in with a stick in hand, and asked me what I thought I was doing, (rhetorically) and told me to get back to work or he'd tell my dad that I was a lazy slacker, with that he pushed me from behind and whipped my backside and legs with the switch as he marched me outdoors.

To be honest I was more shocked and ashamed than anything else. The switch on the seat of my shorts didn't hurt that much, but the switch on my thighs and calves was a shocker. Needless to say I finished my work! Uncle Art didn't mention it again, and fortunately for me, did not tell my dad.

My dad would never have let his friends spank me, he was the old school "If my son needs a spanking I'll do it" type.

My dad would never have let his friends spank me, he was the old school "If my son needs a spanking I'll do it" type.

Andrew, if my dad would have found out his friend switched me, I would have gotten the belt for sure, and hard. Dad was no slacker in the punishment department!

My dad was certainly no slacker in the punishment department, he just wouldn't have let another guy do it.

Has anyone ever received a spanking with a switch? My wife is interested in trying it for us but neither of us have any experience with it. One of my fantasies is being out in the woods and being told to take my pants down and getting a spanking right there.

I'm a little confused here as to who is going to do the switching and who is going to grin and BARE it.

I got switched by my grandmother when I was 14 and I assure you that will never forget it. There are good and bad points to using a switch for a spanking. The good is if you get a good, freshly-cut, flexible switch, there is little chance of damage of doing any harm to the person being switched like with a paddle. The bad is nothing stings like a freshly cut switch.

I doubt you will be able to take more than 12 strokes. Of course, if are a male on the receiving end. you should get at least 24 to prove your manhood. LOL! I don't know how many my grandmother gave me that day but I was howling my head off and I had the luxury of shorts and panties on although some of the stokes fell on my bare legs as my shorts were short.

PS If you are indeed the male posting the post through your wife's account and you follow through with your fantasy, I hope you post a rendition of it here.

One such occasion, we were hiking through the Yorkshire Dales when I did something that really pissed her off and she turned round then and there saying "enough, I shall deal with you now". I had to drop the backpack, unloop the belt on my shorts which then caused the shorts to drop to my ankles, leaned against a suitable rock and she pulled my y-fronts down and leathered my backside with 12 strokes.

For a number of years we rented a cottage on a Canadian lake, very private, but with two kids and a 20 some year old mother's helper in the cottage not much intimate privacy. We would go for a walk up the power line after lunch leaving the kids with the young lady. About a mile or so along there was hump rock.

Usually we'd take the blanket attached to our back packs, spread on the ground, strip off, and attend to our mutual needs. When a punishment had been promised this rock was also a perfect height to throw the blanket over, and lie across to have ones bottom spanked. This might be with an implement brought along for that purpose and/or a switch cut from a near by tree. As I recall young birch trees provided particularly nasty switches.

It was local wisdom to avoid a confrontation with black bears the thing to do was make a noise. We always thought a spanking at hump rock must have cleared out bears for miles in either direction. It became code between us for a spanking. She'd say to me, or I'd say to her, "I think we should go for a walk up the power line and scare the bears."

I was mortified one time when our mother's helper opened my wife's back pack to put in the water thermos and discovered the spanking paddle. My wife was as cool as a cucumber. When the young woman lifted it by the handle with a puzzled look my wife said, "that's just a family spanking tool. When we get to the end of the walk, where we turn around, we'll have a rest and if either of us has a spanking coming we'll do it there."

Some advantages to having a bold as brass wife, sometimes not. More to that story but for another time. For now, Borehamwoodman, know you are not alone when it comes to switching, or being spanked in the great outdoors.

I have used a switch on a naughty girls bottom before

I have been Switched as a Child. If we got out of hand at my Grannie's house she would say..." Go cut me a switch and it better be a good one or I'll go cut one myself and you'll get double the licks" . The sparked the fear of God in both me and my brother if we acted up. Needless to say after a couple of pant's down ass whippings we were usually on our best behavior or at least where Granny couldn't hear or see us when we weren't. One incident I do remember my brother and I would walk down to the Jiffy Store in Groveland Fl. where they sold Firecrackers, Smoke bombs, Bottle Rockets etc. We lit a bottle rocket in Grandpa and Grannie's back yard when it hit a huge hunk of Spanish Moss hanging up in an Oak tree, lighting it on fire. We were scrambling for a hose to get it out when the neighbor saw it and called the Fire department. We had managed to spray water on it till it was out before the F.D. arrived. We both got our asses "Lit Up" and could hardly sit down for a couple of days without thinking about what we had done. After that incident my mother remembered the effect it had on us and began using that same Line.... "Go Cut A switch" .

Oh well I guess the Old Saying "Spare the Rod , Spoil the Child..... " was deeply implanted in us both.

Mom would only use a switch on me outside as there wasn’t room inside the house for a good swing this was usually just in the summer time with a fresh switch from our willow tree.The rest of the year she used a rubber coated ping pong paddle on me.

I've never been spanked with either a switch or a ping pong paddle. My mum used a slipper on my bare bottom.

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