Cherry Switches II

"Penny gets a whipping"

I’m standing at the end of the bed wearing nothing but my high heels. Slowly, obediently, I bend at the waist, arch my back and stick out my bare bottom. I try to be graceful and dignified in this most undignified position. My face is red with shame and my bottom feels like it’s been stung by a swarm of bees. My husband Nicky is behind me whipping a cherry switch back and forth in the air…swish, swish, swish. “Husband,” I love that word; my darling husband Nicky.

Swish…THWACK “FUCK!”…the whippy switch bites low on my tender bottom, right at the top of my thighs.

“FOUR,” I yell. …I asked for it and I’m getting it. It’s just what I deserve.

“Wipe,” he orders and my hand moves immediately to my dripping pussy. I’m delirious with shame and excitement. I’m blushing so much I can feel the heat radiating from my cheeks and I’m sweating.

“Have you learned your lesson?”

I wish I could think of something clever to say to hide my embarrassment but I can’t; instead I get up and deliver a stinging, wet slap to his handsome, smug face.

I quickly get back into position and say “Two more.”

I pay the price for my insolence and I will continue to pay. My gentle husband is learning that his sweet angel needs a firm hand. The switch whistles and lashes into the meaty fullness of my buttocks. It cracks like a gun shot. I realise that I’ve raised my foot and I’m showing him the bright red bottom of my shoe. For some reason this produces a new wave of shame that washes over me and I’m not sure I’ll ever be able to look at him again without blushing.

I think it could not be more embarrassing and then a thought jumps into my mind like an unwelcome guest, Danny. Danny is Nicky’s dreamy, younger brother and he enters my mind sometimes at the most inopportune times.

Nicky knows it too, somehow, although it’s impossible for him to know it; still, he does. What if he were a witness to my shame? What if he saw me punished? What could be more shameful? It would never happen, I’m sure, but what if it did? I might melt like the wicked witch of the west.

Six arrives unexpectedly with a sting and a burn that insures I won’t be sitting anytime soon. I feel thoroughly punished and slightly dizzy. Nickly leads me to the side of the bed and gently lays me face down for the ritual taking of the temperature just to put a cherry on the cake. Imagine if Danny were here to see this. That’s it, I’m coming.

(Predictably my night is filled with naughty dreams.I dream of being spanked. Surprisingly, it’s not Danny spanking me, it’s Penelope.)

Penelope is my housekeeper. She’s the most well paid housekeeper in Brentwood. She only works for two families, ours and a single mother and her son from nearby ritzy Belle Terre.

She has me draped over her lap like a naughty child and she’s scolding me in Spanish. “Esto me va a doler mas de lo que te hace dano.” (this is going to hurt me more than it hurts you)

Saturday morning I wake feeling surprisingly good. My bottom feels okay except for one raised welt that’s a bit tender. Nicky’s up early, banging around the kitchen. He and Danny have a Rugby match or a scrum at the University. I’m alone with my naughty thoughts and I soon drift off, back into dreamland. I imagine Danny coming back with Nicky. They’re filthy and I order them to strip out of their dirty clothes. I send Nicky off to take a shower and I inform Danny that he’s getting a bath. And if he splashes he’s going right over my knee.