Rowena has to select a switch! |

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Having received the news that she was going to have to search for, cut, and trim a suitable ‘switch’ to lay across her bare bottom, Rowena set off to hunt for a suitable specimen.

“It needs to be about four to five foot long, around half an in inch thick, bendy and very swishy, you naughty girl. Now go and pick some, we can choose the best. And remember, you are looking for your punishment, just think about that as you check flexibility!” I said firmly, and sternly.

Obviously excited and very nervous, a trembling Rowena set off.

“The whole point of a switch is that being fresh, they will be supple, and flexible, and unlikely to break. They will wrap around your buttocks, and they must be used almost immediately for maximum effect. For a Disciplinarian like me, the sight of a naughty girl selecting her own switch, is a wonderful sight.” I added.

“To me it is humiliating, embarrassing, and scary Mr.Jones.” Quivered Rowena in reply.

“Good answer.”

“Traditionally they are from birch, willow, hazel, or hickory. Can you recognise them?” I asked.

“Some….yes.”

“I would not choose Bramble.” I said amused.

“No Sir!” She said grumpily.

“Nor roses.” I added helpfully.

“No Mr.Jones, not thorny roses!” She quipped back.

I smiled, here is a girl, not educated in spanking, but learning. Cutting a switch for her own bottom is new to her, her mind and clitoris are rejoicing in her task. My mind went into history, and even the ‘Gor’ books I used to read. Where a party would stop their journey, a naughty slave girl would be sent into the trees to find a switch, stripped naked, thrashed, and made to resume, on a leash, in a collar, striped and sore. Then my mind came back to reality, a girl, a beautiful girl, in need, experiencing something exciting and new. I watched.

It was quite strange. She was like a young girl on an Easter Egg Hunt, searching for prizes….eager, and excited.

I told her that new growth would be the whippiest. So keen to find the perfect one, she got some steps. What a joy it became, seeing her stretch and lean in her punishment outfit, her naughty school girl kit.

“Oi! You, I can se you….looking up my tiny skirt at my knickers!” She laughed.

I could not deny it, I was rock hard and enjoying the show.

“I think this one suits everything you have said Sir.” She announced in a more serious tone.

I agreed, and said it was time to go to the greenhouse and cut off twigs and rub down buds.

She was almost entranced by it, and I could tell, that like I had just done, she was imagining scenarios from history, or imagined scenes from her school days.

She was so wrapped up in her thoughts that she began to bend over. It was time to move on. “Come on, outside young lady. There will be plenty of time for bending over soon. Let’s see what it looks like. Bend over with it, bottom towards me.”

“Bare bottom please.”

“Yes Sir, Mr.Jones.”

Remember reader…..this is all happening via a ‘Face Time Call’. She wedged the switch in between some close by branches, and bent over before it.

“A perfect match between bottom and switch Rowena, although if I was you, I would rub those buds off.”

“Yes, of course Sir.”

I directed her back to her Punishment Shack. I explained about wood sheds and how they were often used to ‘switch’, a naughty girl.

“Then I will go back to my Wood Shed Sir.” She said proudly.

With her hands full, she struggled with the handle and put her tools down. Which was a delightful little bonus for me. I think she did it on purpose actually.