You might recall what happened to my husband's butt the last time we did this...
|From Husband Severely Switched by Trainer|
"Oh come on! No no no no no no" he said when I suggested it.
We went out into the woods with a little paring knife for him. I did the selection. I told him which ones to cut and where. He cut them, stripped them, and handed them to me. I swished them in the air. Some broke right away, but others seemed much more durable. Those we kept. He even tried arguing with me over where to cut them, "no it's too thick there...", oh yes, right there is good, cut the flimsy end off. Let's just keep the nice straight thick part. But don't worry, I made him cut a bunch of thin whippy ones also as those hurt him most last time.
I kept him dressed the whole time. I carried the switches that passed muster. I swished them in the air and taunted him with how much these will hurt when his bare butt and legs gets switched up good. I told him that his trainer Mags would be doing the honours.
"Oh no PLEASE!" he begged. Mags did a number on his ass last time, truth.
"Yup," I said as I swished one viciously through the air, "I'm going to be telling her to go as hard and fast as she can and really tear up that ass of yours this time."
"Oh shit..." he said, resigned to his fate.
We brought the switches home and I have them soaking in the bathtub to keep them limber. Here they are for real.
Aren't they nice??? We have, what, eleven, I think? I'll get Mags to use up maybe six on him, the rest I'll keep for myself to use on him. That little girl is positively evil. She will mark him up badly. I trust her. There will be no mercy for him.
Cleaning lady is due to come tomorrow. What will she make of eleven switches soaking in the bathtub? I've put a note there already saying to please leave them soaking.
Can't wait to see the results this time!