SWITCH II

Much Ado About Spanking

 

Ardie Stallard

 

INDUCTION

 

From The Imlay County Ledger, June 1:

 

News From Around the County:

 

We learn from Mrs. Alifair Guthrie of Teay's River that her oldest son, Joe Jr., was home for a brief visit over Memorial Day. He has worked as a traveling field service engineer for the Filgrave Biomedical Instrumentation Company, and recently accepted a teaching position at their Memphis, Tennessee head office. Apparently he has a new heart interest as well, though at Mrs. Guthrie's request we forbear making further comments for the present. It will be recalled by the Ledger's readership that Joe Jr. took the job with Filgrave and moved to Missouri not long after the tragic deaths of his wife and daughter at Walker's Mountain five years ago, and we at this newspaper congratulate him on his new job, wish him the best, and extend a hearty invitation for him to come back to Imlay County for another visit any time.

Chapter One

 

The hills and peaks of southeastern Transylvania weren't only forbidding; even in broad daylight they could be downright frightening. The state may have progressed a lot since its founding in 1775 as one of America's original fourteen colonies, but this section of it, now acquired by the Federal Government for a National Park, couldn't have changed much at all since pioneer times.

Lady Antonia paused, the brim of her pith helmet shielding her eyes from the noonday sun as she gazed up at the cave almost completely hidden by brush on the side of the steep mountain. She drew a deep breath, let it out in a sigh, and began to clamber. Ridding this brand-new National Park of wildlife in a safe, secure, and merciful manner was what they paid her for, and danger simply went along with the job even if she often felt like some character in a Hemingway short story minus all the animal killings. The safety of the Park's tourists demanded that the creature lodged in that cave be moved out and away, and she always got her job done come hell or high water. She just hoped that the hell she might find in this cave wouldn't prove too hot for her, ultimately, or the water too high.

As she reached the cavern's mouth she took off her pith helmet momentarily to wipe sweat from her forehead and to shake out her lustrous dark-brown hair. Then she unhooked a small flashlight from her belt, clicked the switch, and peered inside. She flinched momentarily and gulped as a pair of bright but forbidding eyes shone back at her. She took another deep breath and began to speak.

"Hello," she began tentatively, "my name is Antonia. Lady Antonia, that is, and I've been hired by the National Park Service as... as a sort of... oh, how do I put this? I move wild creatures from environments where they run risks to themselves and Park tourists, and settle them in safer places. May... may I come in?"

The bright eyes, black-coffee-brown irises and even blacker pupils that seemed to make the whites shine all the more, the pigment of one iris actually appearing to leak a tiny trace into the white surrounding it, squinted slightly-a frown, perhaps?-and the hidden figure emanated a grunt that Lady Antonia interpreted as assent. Trying to fight down her own anxiety and apprehension and appear confident, she asked the figure, "Wh-what's... what's your name?"

"Eoj," a deep bass voice growled from the shadows.

In spite of her nerves, or perhaps because of them, Lady Antonia had to suppress a giggle and bite her lower lip to hide a smile. Eoj? Who'd give a kid a name like Eoj? Only a wild mountain man's mother could have liked it, she supposed-but then she remembered being told that the last known female specimen of this sort in the region had passed away some time before, and for all she knew the cave woman might have been Eoj's close kin. With that thought she was able to become solemn and serious once more.

"Well... I'm... uh... very pleased to meet you, Eoj," she continued as she advanced further into the darkness. "You speak a little English, don't you? Enough to where we can talk a bit?"

"Talk Eng-lish, me," slowly rumbled the voice from the darkness once more. "Man name Guth-rie him teach. Hear. Read. Big. Sky. Eat. Drink. Piss. God-damn. See? Talk good as you."

Lady Antonia gasped and very nearly strained every muscle from her face to her diaphragm trying to hold back a laugh. "Well, uh... that's very, uh... very expressive and eloquent, Eoj. Thank you," she continued when she was able. "But... the fact is, you can't stay in this cave any more. You're actually one of the very few wild mountain men left in the United States, and I promise you that you'll be treated with the utmost respect and consideration if you'll just come along quietly..."

She unhooked the riding crop from her belt in case she needed it, but the gesture was too late. The wild Transylvanian mountaineer was upon her before she knew it, enormous hands covering her shoulders, pressing her forcefully back against the wall of the cave and his intense eyes peering downward directly into hers. Oh, God, no laughing now! Please don't let him see how frightened I am of him, her mind raced as she tried to swallow. The mountaineer was a good six inches taller than her even in her boots, and was obviously immeasurably stronger physically. He could break her in two and she knew it... and she suspected he realized it, as well. She gulped again, loudly.

The wild mountaineer squinted at her and shook the shaggy mane of coarse black hair back from his forehead. For all his barbaric appearance he wasn't really all that ugly-just one slightly chipped incisor tooth in front, that made him look more like a pirate than a cave man-but he was obviously fierce. "NO ZOO!" he grated at her as his black-button eyes bored their way into the terrified, wide-open deep blue of her own.

"Oh! No! No zoo! Never! I promise! Please believe me!" Lady Antonia insisted, fighting down the urge to try to break free and run for her life. She'd always heard that Transylvanian mountaineers could read body language and smell the essence of both fear and sexual arousal in a woman like no civilized male could ever hope to-and for some crazy reason she now became conscious of the latter sensation as well as the former. So despite her fright but perhaps due more to her irrational physical excitement she seized on an idea, not a good one perhaps, but the best she could come up with at a tense moment's notice. Forcing herself to whisper to keep her nerves from showing, she began to try to soothe the mountain man. "Eoj," she murmured as she met his gaze and laid a petite hand on his broad, hairy chest, "I'd never want to see you in a zoo. I hope you'll trust me on that. Now, you and I both know you're a lot stronger than I am, and you could hurt me very badly without much effort. Or do worse, even. But Eoj: I believe you're a man not only of strength but of honor, and that you wouldn't want to mistreat a lady at all. Especially one who only wants the best for you. So can't we simply talk this out? I listen to you, and you listen to me? Please?"

Her effort at gentle persuasion worked better than she'd dared hope. The wild man's rough, uncouth countenance became pensive, sad even, and he squatted down on his haunches in front of her, gazing upward into her face forlornly. Lady Antonia slowly allowed herself a sigh of extreme relief. "Sor-ry, me," Eoj rumbled softly as he gave his chest a thump with his right fist. "No hurt La-dy To-ni-ah nev-er at all ev-er. But SO sick to be shot at. SO sick to be call mon-ster. SO sick to be 'lone."

Lady Antonia dropped to one knee beside him and laid a reassuring hand-hopefully reassuring, anyway-on Eoj's left shoulder. He flinched slightly and frowned at her again, but allowed the hand to remain. "No one will shoot at you, or call you a monster," she promised him softly. "Down the mountain there's a very nice truck with some very nice men who are ready to take you to a wildlife refuge in the next state-"

Eoj cut her off with a peremptory gesture of his right hand, but then placed it gently over hers on his shoulder as he stared into her blue eyes again. "No truck!" he growled.

"But Eoj, we've got to do something!" pleaded Lady Antonia with all the diplomacy she could muster. "You simply can't stay here anymore-"

"Eoj you take?" the wild mountaineer suddenly asked. "Eoj want... want..." For a moment he seemed to strain for a word. He frowned at Lady Antonia again but obviously more from puzzlement and concentration than anger. "Eoj want... ci...ci-vi... ci-vi-lized. Me you ci-vi-lize, for me you be Mis... Mis... Mis-turss. You teach? Then no make bad, me. Eoj be... gen... how you say? Gen-tle-man. No wild. No 'lone. Be your... how say? Soob? You deal? Please?"

Lady Antonia felt her face grow hot and she very nearly giggled again. "Soob," he called it. She should have anticipated that the negotiation could take this turn, and her mind raced to process it and come up with an appropriate response. She thought she might be able to train and civilize this wild mountaineer eventually, but it was definitely going to be a long and full-time job. He could be well worth the effort, though, she realized as she stared between his legs. His sole garment was a tiny rawhide loincloth that provided hardly any cover at all for his front parts. She swallowed again-twice.

"Well... Eoj, the word's not 'soob' but actually 'submissive,' or 'sub' for short, and thank you for trusting me enough to ask," she began. "But are you sure this is what you really want? You'd... you'd have to obey me, and sometimes I'd have to punish you if you were naughty or disobeyed my commands, you know..."

"Pun-ish?" Eoj grunted as he raised his bushy eyebrows. "How La-dy pun-ish? Show me, you?"

Lady Antonia's face grew even hotter and she gnawed lightly on her lower lip. More often she dealt with men who begged her for mercy rather than a demonstration of her Domination skills. "Uh... uh..." she began to stammer, but all of a sudden remembered that she was still holding her riding crop. "Okay," she assented as she held up the crop, "I'll... show you. You'll need to turn around so I can reach your... your... oh, God, how embarrassing!" she tittered nervously as she offered the wild mountaineer a small smile. She almost felt as if this was her maiden experience as a professional Dominatrix, and that big, tall, muscular, fearless Eoj were her very first client.

Eoj appeared to be unfazed. "You mean Eoj ass?" he inquired with a demeanor that vaguely approached respect. Lady Antonia couldn't really tell if the wild man was finding this exchange humorous or not, but she did her best to take his conversation seriously.

"Uh, yes, Eoj. Your... your, uh, ass. That's where I'd strike you as punishment. But... you know, you're not allowed to hit back, don't you? We need to be clear on that," she coughed lightly as she continued to try to erase the nerves from her voice.

The wild man slowly nodded, and Lady Antonia flinched as he raised his left hand to take off her pith helmet, let it drop to the cave floor, and run a rough, callused hand over her smooth brunette hair. She breathed another sigh of relief.

"No one hit Mis-turss!" Eoj declared fiercely with a scowl that could have peeled paint off a wall. "No one hit La-dy To-ni-ah nev-er at all ev-er! Who hit Mis-turss... Eoj SMASH!"

God, what was she going to do about this lump that kept forming in her throat? Lady Antonia wondered. But she had no doubt whatsoever that the wild mountaineer meant every word he'd just said with all his heart, and it made her warm, even hot, inside to think that such a rough-cut customer wanted to be her bodyguard. Perhaps she could civilize him, after all... but somehow, she'd have to try to let him retain a touch of his wildness, just for her... she licked her dry lips, and motioned with the crop.

"Okay, Eoj, I'll show you how it'll go if you're naughty," she whispered as she tried to fight down the arousal rapidly overtaking her feeling of fear. "When I say, 'assume the position,' do you know what I mean?"

Eoj obediently swiveled around, let his palms and his knees drop to the floor of the cave, and looked over his shoulder as he presented his bare hindquarters, gluteal muscles rippling invitingly, for Lady Antonia's inspection. "This?" he grunted.

"Uh... uh... yes, very good," replied Lady Antonia between swallows as she eyed the wild man's extremely well-sculpted buttocks hungrily. If she'd thought she could have gotten away with it she'd gladly take a little bite of each one. It seemed that every bit of moisture had left her lips and mouth to travel between her thighs, where she now felt positively hot, swollen, ultrasensitive, and slick. Finally rising to her feet, positioning herself and hoping she wasn't already staining her khaki shorts, she drew back her right arm and gave each of Eoj's buttocks a firm swat with her crop.

Eoj looked around quizzically. "Hurt, no much," he growled. "Mis-turss hit har-der can, if want. Eoj take for pur-ty Mis-turss. Eoj tough. Just no hit nuts, please."

"Well, uh," Lady Antonia tried to rejoin as she kept attempting to moisten her dry lips and throat, "you see, you've been a very good boy so far, Eoj, and I can't punish you for being good, now, can I?"

The wild man abruptly turned around, assumed a kneeling position again, and let his arms shoot out to grasp his visitor around the hips. His big rough hands gripped her own shortsclad buttocks but now he was surprisingly gentle. He looked up into her blue eyes again, now seemingly lacking only a halo.

"Mis-turss have sweet soft ass," he murmured, "Eoj ass is... how say? Not soft. Rough. Hard."

"That's... that's not all that Eoj has that's... that's... hard," Lady Antonia barely whispered as she shone her flashlight down at the protrusion jutting under Eoj's loincloth. The skimpy piece of hide was useless now. Her heart hammered and thumped.

"Eoj know what when bad. Eoj take. Eoj thank, too. But... what be if good Eoj is?" the wild man asked, his own voice now a gentle whisper.

Lady Antonia took his hand. "Show me where you sleep, Eoj, and I'll show you the reward a good boy gets from his Lady. Okay?" Her voice shook again with an excitement she was hardly able to suppress, rather than any fright.

Eoj silently took her hands, rose up, and led her to the back of the cave, where she shone her flashlight on a makeshift pallet of fresh soft sweet grass. Lady Antonia felt dizzy. "Lie... lie down on your back. That's an order, Eoj," she commanded, trying her best to remain in control of the hellishly hot, spicy situation her job had become.

The wild man obeyed, eyes glued to his beautiful guest, his reproductive organ standing tall, erect, and utterly inviting. Lady Antonia, by this time almost frantic with arousal, kicked off her boots, wriggled down her now-soaked shorts and panties, and dropped to her knees to take the head of Eoj's manhood into her mouth. She gave it a long, slow, sensual kiss, and then one more on each testicle, just before kneeling above him and lowering her pelvis gradually onto the hot, thick flesh cylinder. She threw back her head and gasped as she felt his big hands clasp her bare buttocks again and guide her down until she was impaled on him to the very hilt. My God, she marveled, it feels like he's in me all the way to my navel! Am I going to be able to train and civilize this wild mountain man... or will he make a wild woman out of me, instead? Or could both happen?

As if he'd heard the question aloud, Eoj responded with slow but determined upward thrusts, the two working together, bouncing and bucking until Lady Antonia's beautiful hair was completely disheveled. Then an orgasm hit them both like a bolt of lightning and she threw back her head once more, her voice a keening wail as she shuddered violently and then collapsed limply onto the chest of her wild mountaineer.

 

***

 

Bathed in their own sweat and other juices, Joe and Felicia chuckled tiredly together as they held each other in the afterglow. "See?" Joe whispered. "I knew one day we'd figure out a way you could play Lady Antonia with me, at least once in a while."

Felicia raised her body up to look at Joe, forearms on his shoulders and her breasts practically inviting nibbles and kisses. "You figured it out! And you were submissive, too! Almost, anyway. I had to do a double take when you knelt down and asked me to accept you as my 'soob.' Right up until then I thought poor Lady Antonia was going to get subjugated thoroughly, whipped soundly and then fucked royally!"

"Well... I think I managed one of the three well enough. Hope so, anyway."

"You did! But, 'Eoj?' Really?" Felicia giggled. "Spelling 'Joe' backwards is the best you could come up with for a subbie name?"

"Hey, don't complain. What did you want me to call myself, Gronk or something like on that old TV show? I was trying to be creative on very short notice, you know!" Joe retorted as he brushed her hair gently away from her face. He raised his head to plant a slow, soft kiss on her lips.

Felicia giggled again. "Short notice, eh? That's the only thing about you tonight that's short! I can tell you're going down a little, but you still feel almost as hard as a hickory post inside me! No one would believe you're eleven years older than I am! I'm not bending you in a bad way, am I, in this position? Think I can get a two-fer out of you tonight?" She peppered him with questions, accompanied by an impish smirk.

"Don't you usually manage, when you set your mind to it? You still want to be Lady Antonia for the second round? If you do, we've got to come up with a new roleplay. But if you'd rather be my subbie, or perhaps my slave girl, and get that sound whipping in addition to another royal fucking..." Joe's voice trailed off as he winked at her lecherously. He idly nibbled on her breasts as he waited for her answer.

"Joe! You're making me crazy again! I can't think straight with you snacking on my boobs!" complained Felicia in mock protest. "But yeah... I could be your slave girl this time, who's been so naughty that she merits not only-a flogging, possibly, with a nice soft thuddy flogger? But... maybe a little impalement torture... again?" she continued as she gazed into his eyes.

Joe laughed softly. "I'm game, but remember, we've got stuff to do tomorrow. At least we'll have tired each other out so thoroughly we'll sleep soundly and for one night we'll not hear that ancient toilet running," he griped good-naturedly. "I aim to go to the APS and buy a kit to fix it. I'm tired of waiting on the super to find time to do the job himself. Come with me and do some shopping of your own!"

"Agreed, and I will," rejoined Felicia as she adjusted herself and gazed into Joe's eyes once more. "Now, Master," she began, "I'm sorry to have to tell you this, but I've been such a naughty slave girl lately..."

Joe shook his head and tried to suppress a smile as he reached under his head, handed Felicia his pillow, and raised his body up on an elbow. "All right, then, Pretty. Lift yourself up off that horrible impalement stake you seem so obsessed with, and give it a few minutes to regroup. Hug this, and put your caboose in the air," he ordered. His right hand groped under the bed for the soft doeskin martinet that was slave Felicia's favorite implement for her bared bottom.

"Oh! Oh! Oh! Please, Master, have mercy!" Felicia wailed softly into the pillow as Joe lifted the martinet and her punishment and torture began.

"If you ever get tired of studying psychology, try acting. You're great at it!" laughed Joe as he flogged her wriggling derriere to an attractive hot pink, lightly striped blush. "And remember your safe word!"

"Acting? Who's acting... uh, sir? Ouch! And, Master... what's a safe word? Owwwww..." moaned the chastised, questionably repentant slave girl.