Neighbor's switching Part I

 

“Michael Matthew, what are you doing?”

“Oh, good afternoon, Mrs. Johnson.”  Michael hadn’t seen her hanging laundry through the row of fruit trees that grew on the border of their properties.

“What do you have there? Pruning shears? Are you here to cut a switch?  Michael blushed and nodded.

“What did you do?”

“Um, I was smoking at school.”
“Smoking?  What is it with smoking with you kids? Jessica got detention for smoking last week.”  Michael knew that. The reason he’d tried smoking was to seem cool to her.  “Give me those shears.  I’ll cut two switches your mama can tear your behind up with just like I did to Jessica.” She pointed at two stumps on a branch, “She tried coming in with two sickly sticks but I wasn’t having it.  I marched her right back out here and cut two switches that I was sure would leave an impression on her.  And, when I was done her backside was as red as a cooked crawdad.” She reached high to grasp a suitable branch and her skirt rode up showing pale thigh where the sun didn’t usually reach.  His eyes went wide but afraid of getting in more trouble he forced his gaze up over her shoulder. There he focused on two white brassieres pinned to the clothesline swaying in the breeze the larger of the two he knew belonged to the lady in front of him and the smaller to her pretty daughter. Further down the line were a small pair of bikini panties, white with a pink bow and lace fringing the waistband and leg holes, that had no doubt encapsulated the lovely behind he had so long admired and, he knew, suffered the same chastisements his did.  Despite his dire predicament he felt a stirring in his groin and prayed Mrs. Johnson wouldn’t notice. She didn’t help his case when she retrieved the first switch she had cut from the ground and her half-buttoned blouse opened to give him a glimpse of a bra matching the one on the line supporting her large, pale bosom.  She stood and thrust the switches at him with her right hand.

“These should put an end to your smoking habit.” She handed him back the pruning shears. “Make sure you clean them up well.  Jess left a little bud on one of hers and it nearly drew blood.”  Michael nodded, he had enough experience with the switch to know the importance of skinning it completely.  He nodded.

“Yes ma’am.” He turned to go.

“Mike.” Her tone was softer.  She walked through the trees to him and put a hand on his shoulder.  “Your mama is gonna whip you ‘cause she loves you.” He could smell her shampoo and realized it was the same one Jess used. “It isn’t easy for us, two single moms having to be both mother and father to you two.  If our husbands, your dads, hadn’t died in the war we could say ‘wait till Dad gets home’ and he’d give you a spankin or a lickin with his belt and we’d get to be the nice one comforting you when it was over.  We have to do both.  I know your Mama and I know how much she loves you, just as much as I love my Jess.  But we love you enough to try and make you do what’s right.  I didn’t switch Jess’s behind because I was mad at her - I just don’t want to see her develop a habit that can lead to a terrible death.  I know your Mama is the same way.  As bad as you feel now waitin for your whuppin - I bet she feels just as bad, or worse.  Don’t do this to her again.”  Then she leaned down and gave him a tight hug, her large breasts were mashed against his chest and his face was planted in her flower-scented hair.  When she broke the embrace she took him by both shoulders and looked unblinking into his eyes as if trying to amplify her message through her pale blue eyes.

Then she spun him around toward his own house and gave him a solid swat on his behind.  “Take it like a man Michael Matthew.”

 

He walked slowly to the house trying to process the past few minutes. What had started out as a simple, if severe switchin, had taken on a whole new dimension.  He felt terrible guilt for putting his mama in this position.  He’d never thought about it from her side.  It had never occurred to him that punishing him bothered her.  He sat on his back steps to peel the two, substantial switches, each thicker than branches he’d have selected.  He sighed and trimmed and peeled them.  He saw a blind raise in what he knew was Jess’s room and he saw her face in the corner and she gave him a small wave.  He blushed to know that she knew he was getting a switching but he figured they were even since he knew she caught it last week.  He cleaned up the greenery and walked inside.  His Mom wasn’t in the kitchen.  He called to her. “I”m here mom.” and, more softly “I’m ready.”

“Ok, hun.  Go wait in the den.  I’ll be right in.”

He laid the switches on the writing table where his Mom paid the bills, balanced the checkbook, and took care of the other administrative matters of the house.  Without being told he took the chair and turned it around.  His mother strode in a minute later.  She picked up a switch and held it up to examine it.  She caught his eye and raised an eyebrow apparently noticing how substantial it was.  He looked at the floor.

“Mrs. Johnson picked them for me.  She was out hanging laundry when I went to the trees.”  His mom smiled and chuckled.

“Sarah always thought I was too easy on you. Maybe she was right.  Smoking.  After all the talks we’ve had - and the warnings.  I always told you that smoking is the most ruinous thing you can do for your health and if I found out you were doing it you would get a most severe punishment.  I intend to live up to my word.”  She nodded.  “You know what to do.”

After his talk with Mrs. Johnson, he realized her speech was half a scolding for him and half a pep talk for herself.  He approached the chair, took a breath, and unbuckled his belt.  Then, he unbuttoned his jeans and pushed them down below his knees. He looked to his left at his mother, already holding one of the switches.

 “Please?”  She shook her head.

“No.  Underpants down too.”  He turned red and pushed the briefs down with his jeans.  Then he bent over and held onto the sides of the chair.  He felt her line up the switch, measuring it against his bottom. Then he heard the switch as it cut through the air and into his behind.   The first lick landed smack in the center of his backside.  He knew from painful experience all subsequent blows would fall below this line.  As if reading his mind she tapped the switch just beneath the first rail of pain and let fly, she had telegraphed her blow perfectly the second line had only millimeters between it and its predecessor. The process continued down his bottom, past the tops of his thighs, and down to just above where the legs of shorts would cover his legs.  His thighs were even more sensitive than his bottom and these made him want to squeal but, he remembered Mrs. Johnson’s admonition to “Take it like a man.” Somehow, he wanted to take it well for her. Finally, the first switch had given all it had and his Mom put it on the desk.  She ran a cool, soft hand over his bottom flicking away pieces of the branch.  “ I must say you are taking this very stoically.”  He turned to face her, tears welling in his eyes.  He shrugged. 

“I just know I deserve it and I’m sorry I let you down.” Her look softened for just a second but then she nodded.  “I’m glad you realize that.”  She looked down as she fingered the second, pristine switch. “But, I have to do my duty.  I have to finish punishing you.”  He took a deep breath, looked down at the seat of the chair, and lifted his butt.

“I’m ready Mom.” Whatever sympathy she felt for him was put aside and she continued giving him the worst switching of his life.  She used the new switch to lay stripes diagonally across the marks left in the first round creating a griddle effect on the lower half of his seat.  She finished him off with five slow, deliberate strokes across the tops of his thighs. Even his desire to telepathically impress Mrs. Johnson couldn’t keep him from yelling out.  

“Arrr!” Then her hand was on his back.  She rubbed it for just a second.

“Ok Mike, go stand in the naughty corner.”
“Mom please, I’m 18!”

“I want you to think about it, think about what you did, and let that sore bottom transmit a message to your brain.”

“I get that. But, can you not call it the “‘naughty’ corner?”  She chuckled and pointed with the switch.

“Ok Mike, go stand in the corner.”

“Thank you,” he replied formally and shuffled off to put his nose in the corner, with his pants and briefs still around his ankles, as he had after every punishment he could remember.  And, like every other punishment, his mother delivered the coup ‘de grace with a solid spank to each sore cheek.

His Posterior Paddled for Procrastination

Laura sipped her wine as she listened to her friend complain. “I just don’t get it. How can he be so careless?” Sue asked. “Bill is a smart man, has a great job is in charge of a whole division. Why is he such a scatterbrain at home?” Laura started to offer an opinion but Sue continued. “Well, I know one thing. He’s not getting any for two weeks. Last time it was a week but that obviously didn’t work. Maybe his balls being ready to explode will teach him a lesson.”

“But what about you? Won’t you miss it too?” Laura asked. Sue grimaced.

“I will but I don’t know what else to do with him. Three bounced checks in three months? All because he wants to leave the money in the money market to get an extra billionth of a point over the checking account? And he has promised for months, months to put the new curtains up for me. He has a workroom to make Bob Villas green with envy and I can’t get him to hang some curtains?” Sue’s eyes narrowed as she spoke. Laura was afraid Sue was getting mad at her.

“I wasn’t defending him. Just pointing out the downside of your plan.”

“I know honey. I’ll miss it but I do have my little friend.” Sue did her best Pacino impersonation.

Laura would have blushed at that much information from almost anyone else in the world but she and Sue had been roommates in college and there weren’t many intimate details that college roommates didn’t know about each other.

“Men can be so childish.” Laura commiserated. “It doesn’t seem fair though, I mean in a way you are being punished for his misbehavior. I have known you a long time and I know how much you love sex.”

Sue signaled the waiter for two more wines. “But I have to teach him a lesson. He has to become more responsible.”

Laura took a deep breath. “You know.” She took a swallow of her wine. “You sound like a mother complaining about a child’s misbehavior.”

Sue nodded. “Yep. that is how he acts, like an irresponsible child.”

Laura took another sip of wine. “Then maybe that is the way you should treat him. Like a naughty boy.”

“I am, in a way. He’s grounded, he doesn’t get to play with his favorite toy.” She moved her hands down her body like a model vamping a gown.

“There are, or were, other forms of punishment you know.” Laura’s voice was husky as she said this. She hesitated. “Remember Tony? My boyfriend for a few months last year? “ Susan nodded. “He had a horrible habit of being late. Remember how late we were for Karen’s wedding?”

“Yeah and it was like a cold front hit the room when you two finally did sit down. You tortured him, but the nice girl you are you finally thawed. By the cake cutting, you two were little love birds again.”

“I didn’t thaw for no reason. He begged me to ease up on him. And, I told him I would; on one condition.”

“You get to grab him by his ears and make him please you?”

“Not exactly. I told him when we got back to my place I was going to give him a spanking.”

Susan nearly spit her wine out her nose. “You a dominatrix? Do you have a leather catsuit I don’t know about?”

Laura shook her head. “I’m not a dominatrix. I was just fed up with his childish behavior. But, being pissed at him during the wedding was spoiling my night too. I wanted to teach him a lesson but I didn’t deserve to have my night ruined. So I gave him the ultimatum, he agreed and we both enjoyed the rest of the reception.”

“And when you got home?”

Laura sat back in her chair a smile spreading across her face. “I paddled his butt till it was fire engine red.”

“You spanked that big Italian guy? He looked like he had muscles on his muscles.”

“He did and his ass was as hard as the weights he lifts. After about ten spanks I knew I needed a ‘little friend’” she said, miming Susan. “I think my hand hurt more than his ass. I made him go get my ruler. Do you know the one, made out of Lexan, about three inches wide?”

“And he did? He let you spank him?”

“Tony had his faults but he is a man of his word. I told him at the wedding that is what it would take for me to stop being bitchy and he agreed.”

“How did you do it?”
“Just like he was a naughty boy, I sat in my chair, he took off his pants and laid over my lap and I wore his ass out with that ruler. We dated another three months after that and he was only late once.”

“And did you . . .”

Laura nodded. “I didn’t even have to bring it up. As soon as he arrived he gave me a kiss and said ‘I know, I’m late, I’ll take my punishment when we get back.’ I teased him all night that he was getting a spanking. One time I think the waitress might have overheard me. His face turned as red as his ass after a spanking.” Laura laughed at the memory and shifted in her seat, despite not being a dominatrix the memory of his hard white ass turning redder and redder as the ruler did its job did have an effect on her.

“So you think I should spank Bill?”

“Maybe. I bet it would be better for you than being celibate for two weeks. And, as you said, you tried cutting him off before and it didn’t correct his behavior.”

“What would I use? He might not be the stud Tony was but he does work out and I don’t think my hand would make much of an impression.”

“Find something in your house. My Mom smacked my butt with a wooden spoon a couple of times growing up. That stung.”

“I got it once with Mom’s hairbrush. I bet my hairbrush would do a good job.” Susan took a long sip of her wine and focused on something far away, she took another sip and reached out and patted Laura’s hand. “Thank you. I’m going to try it.”


When Susan got home she retrieved the notice from the bank and put it on the dining room table. Then she pulled the curtain rods from the hall closet and leaned them against a chair. Finally, she placed her wooden hairbrush on the table next to the letter from the bank. She’d always dealt with conflict by withdrawing, becoming cool, and uncommunicative.

She found her mouth was dry, anxious about confronting him. The sight of the letter and the unhung curtain rods strengthened her resolve. She undoubtedly was in the right, the proof was right there on the table, along with the consequence. She picked up her hairbrush and imagined it smacking her husband’s bare ass and a grin spread across her face. She found herself excited, aroused a the thought. She poured herself a glass of wine and left the bottle on the table.

Bill walked in about 30 minutes later came up and gave her a kiss. He glanced at the items on the table but then reached for the wine.

“Not so fast Mister.” She’d rehearsed what she’d say to get his attention. He turned to her an amused, quizzical look on his face. He apparently thought she was joking. She pointed at a chair.

“Sit down. We need to talk.”

Whether it was her tone or the look on her face he appeared to realize she wasn’t kidding. He sat and looked at her. She slid the notice from the bank to him, crossed her right leg over her left, and let her high heel dangle. He read the letter and looked back up at her.

“I’m sorry hon. I meant to move the money over it must have slipped my mind.”

“Just like these slipped your mind?” She picked up one of the curtain rods and slid it across the table at him.

“Honey, easy, calm down. I told you I’d get to them.”

‘Calm down’ was like waving a red flag at a bull.

“Calm down? You’ll get to them? When? A few months from now? You were ‘going to move the money over.’ When? After you cost us more late fees.?” She stood up. “This nonsense stops now. You are going to learn that actions and inactions have consequences. If you want to act like a little boy who can’t finish his projects on time, who procrastinates and misses deadlines that is exactly how I will treat you.” She picked up the hairbrush and felt herself getting excited. The conflict caused adrenaline to course through her body but there was something else, her nipples were hardening and she felt her tummy tighten and the lips of her vagina moistening. Her face was flushed but she looked him right in the eye. He looked surprised and confused. He clearly wasn’t used to her acting this way.

“Bill, come here. I am going to spank you.” He shook his head.

“Are you nuts?” Her eyes widened. She needed to calm down, she was nuts. Oh no, he wasn’t turning this on her. She took a breath.

“Bill, I’ve put up with your nonsense since we’ve been married; since we’ve been dating. I’ve kept a lot of things in. I try to make this a happy home. But, I’ve had it. If you want us to be happy things have to change and they are going to start changing right now. I am going to punish you for your misbehavior.”

“You made your point. I’ll get my tools and hang the curtains right now. Before dinner.” He stood.

“Yes. you will but after you’ve taken your punishment.” He bent over in front of her and stuck his butt out.

“If it will make you feel better go ahead and give me a whack,” he said with a chuckle.

“It is not about me feeling better, it is about you doing better. And I’m not ‘giving you a whack.’ I am giving you a spanking. It is going to hurt enough to make you not want another one.” Bill stood up and faced her.

“And if I say no?” But his voice had lost some of its joviality. She arched an eyebrow and placed a hand on her hip.

“We both know I have other ways of making you miserable. This is short and to the point. You take your punishment and hang the curtains and we can have a nice dinner and a pleasant evening. If you disobey me . . .” She decided to let him fill in the blanks on his own. They stood looking at each other for what seemed like a long time. She didn’t break. She kept a neutral look on her face and maintained eye contact. He looked her up and down, she was still dressed from her lunch, short skirt, heels, her smooth toned legs tan and bare, a loose blouse that just hinted at the bosom beneath. She knew she looked good.

“Is this really necessary?” He asked.

“Yes. Yes, it is.” Sensing his capitulation she sat in the chair. “Take off your pants.” He stripped them off and she beckoned him over with a crooked finger. He stepped closer and she pulled his briefs down to his ankles. She saw that this was having some effect on Bill as well, his cock was at half-mast it bobbed a little up and down seemingly unsure if it should go to full erection. She patted her lap. “Get over my knee.” Saying those words had an effect on her and she felt herself become more aroused. Bill positioned himself over her lap, she opened her legs to accommodate his cock which hardened as it glided across her thigh. She pulled him closer with her left arm and rested the back of the brush against his right cheek. Without warning, she lifted the brush and brought it down low on the right side of his ass. It landed with a CRACK that startled her.

“Ow!” Bill yelled out, adding in a surprised voice “That hurt.”

“I guess I am doing it right then.” Susan smacked his left butt with the brush, Bill was apparently mentally prepared for this one and responded with just a grunt. Laura had told her that she didn’t count the spanks when she punished Tony, she just spanked until she decided it was enough to teach him a lesson. Susan decided to do the same. She didn’t swing with all of her strength but she spanked hard enough to see the hairbrush sink into the meat of his ass. She alternated her spanks between his left and right cheeks which turned first pink, then red, and finally a darker red. Bill was squirming on her lap now. He kept his hands on the floor but his hips were bucking and gyrating after each spank. His once semi-rigid cock had withered due to the assault on his ass. She became more aroused as she punished her husband. The crotch of her panties was noticeably damp. She tightened her grip and gave him five slow hard spanks all on his left cheek. This caused him to emit a few “Ows.” Then she finished with five deliberate whacks to his right side. He was clenching and unclenching his cheeks furiously now, turning her on even more. She put the brush down and cupped his right cheek. She was shocked at the heat coming off his skin. She ran her soft hand over his punished posterior. “You took your punishment well. Stand up.” He stood and looked at her wide-eyed.

“You really laid it on.” He held one hand demurely in front of his crotch while the other explored his damaged derriere. Her face felt flushed and she wondered if he thought it was from the exertion of spanking him or if he detected her excitement.

“Don’t forget that was for two offenses; the bounced check and not hanging the curtains. I assumed you would prefer one longer spanking to two shorter ones.” He nodded at her logic. “Go ahead and hang the curtains.” Bill reached for his briefs.” No. I want to watch you do it with that red hiney on display.” He hesitated but then acquiesced and dropped the briefs. She sat back in her chair and watched as he perched on the step ladder measuring, drilling, and screwing the brackets into the wall. Her hand drifted to her crotch and she pressed her mons through the fabric of her skirt, stopping when she saw him stepping down from the ladder. She retrieved his briefs and held them out to him leaning in for a kiss. “See? You hung the curtains in less time than it took me to give you a spanking.”

“You’re right honey, I’m sorry. I should have hung them sooner.” She squeezed his butt, earning a pained grimace as she gave him another kiss.

“Good boy. You get changed while I cook dinner.”
They enjoyed their meal, finishing the bottle of wine she had opened. They capped the night off in bed where he started by licking her still wet pussy and they ended up climaxing together, he buried deep inside her while she dug her nails into his still hot ass.


The next morning Susan sent a text message to Laura “Guess who got her curtains hung last night?”

Laura responded, “Did you . . .?”

Susan wrote back “Yes, thanks for the tip.” And ended the exchange with a devil smiley face emoji.