INTRODUCTION
In my professional writing life I have achieved the most success writing erotica,
specifically stories dealing with some sort of a dominance/submission scenario. I have
published throughout the world and am very proud of the sheer amount of stuff I have
managed to get into print. I say this not to brag but as a statement of fact, and as a
bewildering comment that what I coddle as fantasies can indeed make me some money and gain
me status in my career.
I am truly blessed.
What follows are stories about men, “naughty boys” actually, receiving their
comeuppance from females, be they friends, girlfriends, wives, employers, or relatives.
Some of the guys actually ask for a spanking, others yearn for a bit of humiliation to put
them on the path to righteousness. Whether they seek it or not, all these ‘boys’ do ‘get
it’ and all come to learn the value of being punished.
Thanks for reading
Ralph Greco, Jr.
TERRI’S SWITCH
What turned me on about Terri, beyond her fantastically tight bod (and that turned me
on a lot) and the fact that a girl almost twenty years my junior would want to sleep with
me, was her delight in pushing my limits. She had an innate sense of just what I wanted
and how much I could take, even when I wailed for her to stop as she reddened my ass with
a wooden spoon or teased me by dripping candle-wax on my cock. Somehow the
twenty-nine-year-old with the high round cheeks and equally round breasts knew how and
when to push me even when I didn’t know myself. Of course this matter-of-fact ‘well this
is just what I am doing right now to you and I will determine for how long and how severe’
fueled my submissiveness to the point that I entertained ever more masturbatory daydreams
of submitting to the girl. In the end what I wanted most was to relinquish control to a
hot smart girl and Terri fit the bill perfectly.
This is how we came to that windy Saturday night with Terri sitting next to me on the
couch, holding an evil looking switch.
“That’s gonna cut,” I said, trying to both eye the petite girl’s heavy tits and her
snatch of public hair.
That this girl had left her apartment with the switch-shit, that she had looked for and
found a branch in the first place – drove the twenty minutes over to me, then walked
across my parking it with it, into my condo and leaned the thing up against the inside of
my foyer with her backpack so I wouldn’t see it made me crazier still (premeditation is
that most arousing of aphrodisiacs with someone with my kind of mind). I had simply
delighted in watching her magnificent ass wiggle after we got undressed not knowing why
Terri walked away from me to “go get something”. Pumping hard, I figured she was keeping
her high heel sandals on for some little added lift for future furious fucking but when my
girlfriend sauntered back to me, swishing the air with that ‘something’ I gulped.
The thing with Terri was, this kinkiness we got up to was arguably my main thing, not
hers. When these times came, as they seemed to be coming for us right then, I was as
surprised as I was delighted by the potential scenario of her topping me. Terri knew I’d
wanted to have her dominate me over anything else on the smorgasbord that she could and
did offer, but the fact that this girl exploited my fetish only a small part of the time
spoke well to her controlling me even when she wasn’t spanking my ass.
God knows I had never taken a switching from her or any other girl and was surprised
she’d even suggest I do so. But my brunette girlfriend must have sensed I had fantasized
plenty about having my ass welted with this type of instrument and by now she knew me well
enough to know I’d be intrigued if she introduced a switch into one of our evenings.
Let me reiterate, I had never been switched.
“It’ll hurt, yeah,” Terri agreed rolling the thin branch to the top of her high bare
knees. “But you’re as hard as I am wet thinking about it, right?”
I couldn’t tell without checking her but Terri could see my purple erection popping
there between us. She reached over and tickled the head of my cock with her free hand.
“You want this, doncha?”
“Ye-yeah,” I agreed as she leaned in, kissed my lips and slowly worked my cock.
Terri had a way of coaxing pre-come out of me very fast and as she had countless times
before, she swiped her index finger across the head of my hard penis, came up with a
sticky spot on the tip, lean back and placed the tip of that finger in my mouth.
“Urm, Trmee,” I said licking myself off her, signifying that my submissiveness for the
evening had begun. As she retreated her fingertip I fought the urge to undulate (which I
lost) and said when my mouth was clear: “Do what you need to do.”
“I always do,” she said and leaned in to kiss my cheek this time. “I always do.
She stood, as did I.
We had been in this relationship for a year now, and though the girl had never
experienced master/slave play before (or so she had said) we both knew our roles well when
we got into our scenes. We could basically get through it all without many words passing
between us and as Terri took three steps back I realized she was going to whip me right
there. I turned to face the couch, bent and placed my palms on the low cushions, having
been in this position before, never for a switching, but certainly for some of Terri’s
more memorable spankings.
Shhhh hhhha, Szzzz papa, the branch said in the air behind me and I jumped.
“Yeah, this is gonna hurt,” Terri said, again swiping the air vertically but not yet
hitting me.
I was up on my tiptoes anyway.
“I hope you’re ready,” she said.
Ssszzz. Terri landed the very tip of the branch dead center of my right cheek.
Szzaaaa. she recovered and walloped me fully horizontal with the thing across my ass.
“Fuck, fuck!” I screamed.
It was a searing cross pain that ran up my spine.
I loved it.
“Wow,” she said and lightly touched my ass as I rolled down toward the couch and looked
to the side at her.
Standing there tickling the welt she had just made, Terri’s brow was furrowed in
concentration, her little nipples diamond hard points, her thick upper thighs quivering
slightly from excitement or the slight heels … or both. Her whole alabaster body seemed
alight with intent.
For a girl who wasn’t dom she fell into the role perfectly.
I lean forward again. Szzzzzzz, szzzzzzzzz. Ah Ah Terri landed, again completely
horizontal, dead center of my ass and I yelped.
“Yelp,” I yelped.
“Mmmm,” Terri said. “Tell me how that feels.”
“It fucking hurts!” I whined.
“I know that, silly,” she said, took a step forward and pressed her crotch into my hot
cheeks. “But tell me how it, fa … fa…”
She had hold of my hips, her right hand clutching the stick between her palm and my
side, her left holding onto the outside of my left cheek.
Terri was a wildly orgasmic girl, all I had to do was push back into her slightly and
she could come pressing against the heat of what she usually referred to as my “very fine
ass”. For some reason I didn’t want her coming right then, so I held my ground, letting
her try to get up on me. I knew this was a dangerous game to play with a girl holding a
thin branch in her hand. She could have easily come if she wanted to, but I wanted more
of that dreadful branch. The hot thin swipes were already calming a bit even though Terri
was pressing her heat against me. If she was gonna fucking well switch me, cane my ass so
to speak, then do it, I thought.
“Do it,” I said.
“Asking for it?” my girlfriend said, halting her pressing. She rubbed a bit more of
her scratchy public hair against me then took a step back.
“You sure you want to be asking for this?” she said, rubbing my ass, feeling those
slight welts. “Sure that’s such a good idea?”
“Do it,” I repeated, leaning down low and wiggling my ass at her. “Switch me. Do
it.”
I was a man unhinged. I wanted her to continue. I needed her to. I wanted her to
make me her well-whacked bitch. I knew within minutes the crafty girl would be getting me
in ways I didn’t want to be gotten, pushing me, making me sweat, scream and maybe
eventually asking her to stop (if she would or not was anybody’s guess), but I so wanted
to be taken over, down and under to the degree she decided. I really wanted, needed,
ached for that switch bouncing off my flanks.
Maybe Terri had planned for this aching, my asking for it by stopping, metering it all
out. In a perverse way, these moments of slapping, spanking, switching always felt like a
penance I had to endure to have them, like the very thing that Terri was putting me
through was the thing I was paying for. Having me admit it, wait for it, ask for it, made
it all the better.
Terri was smart enough to consider and exploit these nuisances.
“Give it to me Terri, please,” I wailed, fucked the air and clenched my ass at her.
“Well, if that’s the way you want it,” she said and stepped back off of me. I sensed
her raise the branch and …
Shitch, shitchta, shitch.
“Terri!” I cried.
Shitch, spit, spit. She hit me lower than the first two, but all six landed precisely
across both cheeks. It suddenly occurred to me this girl was just a little too adept at
this. If I got through the next few minutes alive, I’d be sure to ask her why...
Shint, shnit, snit.
“You like that?” she chuckled this time landing two quick flicks vertically down the
center of my right cheek, then two down my left.
“Terri!” I screamed again, now standing straight up off the couch and dancing on my
toes.
“Oh no, no…” she said, placing her hand to my lower back. “You asked for this, you’re
gonna get it. I was only going to give you a few more after I got you yelping, but you
asked for this.” She pushed on my lower back. “Bend over and take it.”
I wasn’t getting out of this, and what’s more, didn’t much want to. We both knew I
could have turned around and told her to stop but what Terri did to me here was exactly
what I wanted – the challenge, the pain, the complete knowledge that if I let this girl do
so she would do what she thought appropriate (ok, I was egging her on tonight) with
whatever severity she thought was warranted, until she felt I had suffered.
“Brace yourself,” she said and I gently lay my palms on the couch and waited.
Terri rubbed my right cheek then my left with the hand free of the branch and I moaned
and shucked. “Such a pity I have to beat you so hard,” she said, reaching down and
between my legs, finding my tight balls.
“And you’re so hard too,” she said reaching under even more to tickle my cock. “By the
time I am through with you that might just go down.”
I was really scared now. It would take a hell of a lot for me to go soft when I was
this excited. I also knew this girl could keep true to her promise.
“First, your right,” Terri said and smit, smit, smit, smit, smit. She flicked at me
vertically, down the center of my right cheek.
“Ta ... tya…” I tried.
“Now the left,” she said and repeated those quick vertical slices down my left flank.
I saw a flittering piece of bark go sailing down to my floor.
I suddenly realized, though this all hurt like hell, there had to be searing cuts now
appearing across my bottom. I didn’t think Terri was hitting me all that hard. She
didn’t need to and had surmised even a light flick of the wrist with that fucking branch
would be enough to bring the heat and welts. Again I couldn’t figure out for the life of
me how my girlfriend had figured this all out, but it wildly turned me on that she had.
“Now across,” she said and hit me, dead center of my suffering cheeks, horizontally.
I was up on my toes jumping by the time she got to the fifth hit. By the eighth I was
panting, and after the last four, smit, smit, smit, smit fell to my knees.
“Sorry you asked for it, huh?”
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