There is something especially thrilling about outdoor punishment, and Mistress Wife and i both feel it. Part of that is the thrill of possibly being seen or “caught.” Part of it is tapping into the tradition of being “flogged in the public square” or being “marched to the woodshed.” Part of it is being out in nature, naked in those natural surroundings. And the biggest part is the whole ritual of being ordered to cut a switch to thrash my bare behind.
We walk in the woods near our house almost every day. Last Saturday evening on our walk i was teasing Her about napping that afternoon. She works extremely hard and likes to nap on the weekends. She also requires a lot of sleep, and She’s a little sensitive about it. She said nothing while i teased Her, until i said,
“Well, you were actually awake for almost six hours!”
“That’s enough,” She said.
But i kept right on talking: “That’s about how long a baby stays up between naps, isn’t it?”
She stopped right in the middle of the trail.
“Find yourself a switch,” She said.
We stepped a few feet down a side trail, and i tore off a branch bundle and shucked off the leaves. She stood watching me with her arms folded. i handed it to Her.
She knows that my favorite sentence in the whole world is “Pull down your pants.” It causes me an instant erection. But She was mad and didn’t want to give me any pleasure, so She just nodded at my pants, moving Her head and eyes in such a way that i understood the command.
i was wearing sweat pants. i pulled them down. She gave a little exasperated look and repeated the nod at my panties. i pulled them down, too, and bent over and locked my hands behind my knees. This is one of Her favorite positions. It totally bends me in half, and She thinks i look cute with my hands behind my knees, almost like they are tied there. Surprisingly, it’s easy to keep my balance, and i sort of have something to grab onto — my other hand!
She was holding the switch in Her left hand. Mistress Wife is sort of ambidextrous. Not totally ambidextrous, because that means being able to do the same thing with both hands. She does some things lefthanded and others righthanded. Like She writes lefthanded, but She throws a ball righthanded. But She is an ambidextrous spanker, which is great, especially with a switch or cane or strap, because the tendency is for those implements to hit much harder on the cheek that corresponds to the hand holding the implement. Spankees know what i mean. Since most folks are righthanded, your right cheek tends to get it a lot worse than the left. And that uneven feeling is a little discombobulating.
i had cut a relatively thick switch bundle, as you can see above. Sometimes i’ll just get Her a single switch, but if i find the right kind of tree or bush, i’ll prepare the bundle. The twigs have to be close together and also stiff enough. If you get it right, it feels like a hundred hot wires landing at the same time, tiny but very sharp pricks of pain. It also leaves thin red lines everywhere.
She only gave me half a dozen lefthanded, but believe me, it doesn’t take much to produce a reaction.
“i’m sorry, Ma’am!” i called out.
“Sorry for what?” She asked innocently. She loves to do that.
“For making fun of you!”
“Oh? And how did you make fun of me?” i could hear the laughter in Her voice. She just adores this interplay while i am trying to explain my way out of more strokes.
“Making fun of how much you sleep! Comparing you to a baby!”
“Uh huh. And who is it in this family who tends to act childish?”
“Me! It’s me! Ooo! Ow!”
There was a pause. i was hoping She was done. But no such luck, She was just walking around to my other side and transferring the switch to Her right hand.
“So,” She said, and brought the switch down with quite a bit of force. “What kind of behavior can i expect in the future?”
“No more teasing about your napping!”
“i promise!”
“i promise … what?”
“i promise not to tease You about Your napping!”
She was giggling by now. The switch was still falling.
“Well, that was almost a complete answer …”
“Ma’am! i forgot to say Ma’am! i promise not to tease You about Your napping, Ma’am!”
The switching stopped. i was close to sobbing. i felt Her hand gently on the small of my back. She is a very loving Wife, actually. She just rested Her hand there, with gentle pressure, as my legs shook. It was so comforting to feel that hand; it was almost like the pain was leaving my body through Her hand.
“You can pull your pants up now,” She said very gently, very softly. “Before somebody comes up the trail and sees your very red butt!” Then She laughed and whacked me with Her hand.
i pulled up my pants and we walked on down the trail, hand in hand. She held the switch in Her other hand. We passed several people that way. Who cares what they think? i’m in love!
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