Man Spanked Me With A Switch

Walked over to a friend's house and noticed firewood stacked in the yard like a wall. I tried to walk on top of it but accidentally knocked it over. A man came out immediantly and ordered my friend to take me into his open garage. I ask my friend what was happening - my friend said the man - his uncle, was cutting a switch "to use on me."
Minutes later the man came back with a thin green branch from his weeping willow tree. He told me I needed to "take my medicine," and if I followed his orders I would only receive ten "swats." I was very afraid of this man and agreed to his terms.
He told his nephew - my friend - to watch as a warning to him, and then ordered me to lower my pants and underwear. By this time I was trembling with fear when he directed me to lean up against his work bench, telling me not to move so as to keep my kidneys and genitals from being hit accidentally.
I felt my bare butt being lightly tapped by the switch - he must have been finding his mark - then I heard a brief 'swoosh' and a burning sting that jolted me like an electric shock! It knocked the wind out of me and I couldn't breathe for a moment. The second strike made me cry out loud - I was told to "hush." When the third stroke landed on my bum tears squirted from my eyes. As the last of the strokes landed on my now red striped rear end I was jerking and weeping quietly. The man's wife came out and checked my bottom for bleeding, then rubbed cold cream on it and told me I could go home. I was so ashamed I could never see my friend again.

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  • When I was caned as a child there was no such thing as putting cream on the bruises. I never heard anyone doing that in real life except more recently in BDSM contexts as part of loving after care. As a child I was caned and various friends (but not all) were hit in some form. Hand spanking, belts, wooden spoon etc. Not one person ever had cream. We used to pull our pants down in the toilet at school and show our bruises and talk about how we were hit and no one ever mentioned cream. Likewise this bare bottom crap. Kids were beaten over pants and undies.

  • Everyone wants to be your friend - right?

  • Cold cream - bullshit.

  • I want to apologize for my knee-j*** reaction to your first reply earlier today, and to offer you more details I left out in my original post - if you are really curious about such things.
    After I had more time to think about your reply I decided this could be an opportunity for me to turn my past negative experience into something positive for someone else.
    Just post me back here if you are interested in more details.

  • Yes please, I would appreciate that. Give me the juicy details!

  • The man himself - my friend's uncle - had a dark complexion with jet-black hair.
    He was not a giant, but he was formidable with a solid build.
    As ordered, I lowered my pants and underwear and leaned up against the edge of his workbench - palms down.
    He then directed me to take two steps back, which I didn't understand at first, but when I wriggled back two steps - clothes around my ankles - it lowered my head and back, causing my bare buttocks to turn-up and spread open slightly. I was completely at his mercy, humiliated and embarrassed at the thought of my friend watching all the while. Before my punishment I had a smooth, well-rounded behind, almost milk white - the kind that never saw sunlight.
    When he delivered that first painful strike on my bottom it jolted me - and made my bladder spasm as well - causing me to spill my urine dirt floor of the garage. Likewise, getting the order to 'hush' after the second blow, I clenched my jaw and pursed my lips tightly in attempt to stifle my cries, causing my tears to squirt from the force of the third strike landing on my unprotected cheeks.
    Those who have had the experience know the thinnest switch is the most painful.
    Each additional blow from the switch seemed worse than the one before, leaving a searing burn after the initial sting, but the last two strokes hurt more than anything, landing instead on the back of my upper thighs - the pain traveled all the way down to my toes!
    When I finally got home I loosened my pants and carefully pulled my underwear down. I instinctively tried to rub my sore behind, but just touching it made it hurt even more. I felt raised strips of damaged skin across my buttocks that welted-up during my beating with the willow branch.
    I picked up a hand mirror to look, and saw angry red lines criss-crossing my ass that later turned black and blue, and eventually left a bit of scarring.

  • I just sent in the details of my spanking (2) punishment for you. If they don't publish them in a few days I will try to post the whole piece for you to read right here. I hope you enjoy it.
    Do you spank people? Is it very pleasurable?
    Happy Holidays!

  • O.K., I will post more details for you here ASAP.

  • Really? You were afraid of him bla bla and you let him do it. Maybe in the 60's or even the 70's but not today. I'm calling bullshit on this. As a spanking perv, I understand the fear, pain and excitement of a good beating. But in todays world there has to be consent. anything else is fiction.

  • It was the 60's - 70's.
    The guy is DEAD now.
    You don't forget stuff like that...

  • F****** child abusers

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