Here's a little story from my memory with a "Daddy" buddy up in Idaho. We only met once on a holiday weekend last year, but had a great time with each other. He mainly liked using his hand and the rubber sole of his size 15 slipper on me as well as a belt, but there was, on just a few occassions getting the taste of a switch which certainly got my attention.
Well, here's the story.
A buddy of mine who I met for the first time in Boise Idaho last year chose cutting a switch to use on me recalling the time we spent on a day's driving trip to Hell's Canyon. On our return trip home he took a few quiet side roads where he would pull over when he felt I was misbehaving a little too much in the car and had to settle me down. I was very comfortable with this guy and would always find an excuse to get into a little role playing with him whenever I felt the need for a spanking
He'd pull off the road and we'd get out of the car. He'd walk me a short ways into the forest to a suitable spot where he would then select a switch from a nearby bush or shrub cutting it with his pocket knife. He would walk over to a tree stump or fallen log and put his foot up on it. Then he would tell me to come over to him.
I'd go over to him very cautiously and reluctantly because this was always the part that was very scary and yet exciting at the same time. This buddy of mine is a tall guy and stands at 6' 5" compared to me me at 5' 7". He was looking pretty intimidating standing there over me with that newly cut switch in his hand.
He then ordered, "Now, drop your pants son." I whined and pleaded a bit, but he just responded, "Do it......Now !.. Young man!" as he gave me that look of his that said it all. If I didn't obey him quickly, he'd REALLY give me something to whine about.
So I obeyed and slowly unbuttoned my jeans pulling them down past my knees that were now shaking a little.
Even though I know we were just role playing this scene, he the Dad" and I the "son" I still had all the fear and anticipation of a 10 year old standing there "tenting" my shorts awaiting my punishment.
I was just dreading the fate of my backside as I watched him strip the last few leaves off of the switch. Then swish it through the air a few times creating that awful sound effect.
It was only a few seconds before he had me by the arm hauling me up and over his sturdy knee that was up on the tree stump. There, with me firmly in place, he lowered my underwear to join my jeans that were now around my ankles.
I was bare bottomed, helpless and up on his knee with my feet dangling several inches off the forest floor.
Then he used that switch. Only a half dozen or so. Not too hard, but hard enough that it still felt like a bunch of bee stings on my naked ass. It sure didn't take much with that switch to have me begging and promising to be a good boy.
He let me down off his knee and warned me that the next time he had to pull over, I would be spending a lot more time up on his knee with my pants down around my ankles.
I pulled up my pants and rubbed my little butt grateful for such a short licking.
You can be sure that there
were a few more pull overs on the way back home and I don't know just
how long it took us to drive back to Boise. I got a few
more spankings but mostly with his hand or sometimes with his belt
that he enjoyed unbuckling and removing very ceremoniously from around
his waist. Yeah, I still got scared and excited knowing I was
about to get a whipping and that it would hurt, but at least I knew
what it was going to feel like. In any case my buddy was a very
nice guy to be with and although I had an often red behind (even for
my complexion) he is a good spanker and never left a mark on me. I
guess he did like to add a little spice to things on my visit like
giving me a taste of a switch. I also got spanked with a ping-pong
paddle, but that's another "painful" story. Well, I thought you
would like that little story from my memory.
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