Switching Gone Slightly Wrong
Here’s a funny account of a switching, posted by Gwen at Devlin O’Neill’s Weblog:
Several years ago I experienced my first switching. The lead-up was fantastic, the lecture I received beforehand made my knees literally weak. My anxiety level was sky high as I felt a strong arm wrap around my waist and lift me over a wide lap.
The action began, we were into it for about 1/2 minute and … besides the intense stinging on my upturned posterior, with each stroke I could feel little thumping sensations on my back, my head, my arms … and I could hear my date saying, ‘Ow. Ow. Ow.’ … (Hey, that’s *my* line … )
It took me a second to realize that, each time he took a swipe at me with the switch, little bits and pieces of the branches were snapping off and the air-born missiles were flying *every where* in every direction, hitting me, hitting him, littering the bed and carpet … and it was a RIOT because behind me I was hearing, ‘Ow. Ow. Ow.’ I’m sure they were getting him directly in the face. I was trying hard not to laugh, trying to be a *good* naughty girl, but Gawd, if you can’t laugh, what’s the point, right? After almost taking one in the eye, he grumbled, ‘Forget this!’, tossed the unwieldy switch to the floor and finished the job with his faithful hand. That would be when I stopped laughing.
SpankBoss, thanks SO much for the reprint and link. The traffic on Devlin’s Blog has gone thru the roof! He’ll be thrilled when he sees it, and I speak for both of us when I say it’s greatly appreciated. :) Best, Gwen
I was switched often [edited], with a willow switch. It never came apart that I remember. The switch described above must have been too old and dry.
I certainly never liked getting switched, especially on the backs of my thighs, but I have always thought that if you absolutely have to discipline [someone], a willow switch was not a bad thing to use, because it stung like the dickens but really did no damage. But I’m referring to willow, which were very thin and new (green).
Trish, from the description (“little bits and pieces of the branches”) it sounds like they were using a bundle of twigs, as in a classic birching, rather than a single switch. Bundles of birch switches have to be kept moist (a bucket of brine was the classic method) or they can come apart quite badly, like an old broom. They do — to some extent — anyway. “Wearing out the birch” on somebody is not unheard of.
I hope you don’t mind that I’ve edited your comment lightly to preserve the sense of it while eliminating your mention of childhood. The rule here at Spanking Blog about keeping the discussion to “adult erotic spanking” is pretty firm, but I didn’t want to delete your otherwise helpful input.
Gwen, happy to have sent some traffic your way! (A little less happy to have Devlin throw around words like “appropriated” and “steal” to refer to the usual bloggers’ quote-and-link, but I’m choosing to hope there was more joviality than complaint in it.)
LOL, a bruised male ego does wicked things to a person’s vocabulary. *G* I know for a fact that Devlin was teasing with his words … not one iota of complaint from him … the traffic meter is off the charts and he’s singing your praises. Well, not literally, but he *did* add a link on his Blog to your fantastic site – which *I* read everyday, BTW. Long time fan of your site. Great job! … One more thing, you were right, we were attempting a birching with twigs that were way too dry. (If you need safety goggles you *know* they’re too dry.) ;)
No worries, Gwen, I thought he was pleased and just being boisterous in his language, but I wasn’t sure because these darn internets make it so hard to tell tone, etc.
Gwen’s right, as usual. and I was being ‘boisterous.’ Next worse to being ‘pedantic,’ I should imagine. *G* Anyway, loved our blog being ‘appropriated.’
Best always,
Dev