The Spinster's Exploits

She could not escape the images and remembered sensations. Who’d have thought a hazel switch jokingly picked up in a park could have such an effect on her bottom and her psyche?

They had laughed as he experimentally swished it, And then he told her to lift her dress and she did. And the hurried swipes set off surprising fireworks in her flesh and her head as she let her dress fall and took his hand as they sauntered from the shelter of the willow den. And a surprised gasp escaped her as she realised the willow left an unexpected deep afterglow on her smarting body and inside her whirling head. And her giddiness increased as he casually swished the switch as they strolled back to the car.

And despite her reasonably sensible driving, part of her remained focussed on the casually held willow as she did her jokey tour guide patter. And never had she wanted a walk in the woods so badly. And never had she so resented other strollers, as she focussed on the casually switching switch, desperate for snatched privacy and the relief of her lifted dress and the bite of the switch once more kissing her eager bottom. And then the pleasure of taking his hand once again with her smarting behind, giddiness and racing desires.

And the newly discovered park piqued their curiosity, but the swich came too. And as they explored the new place for its history, she wondered at the possibility of enough snatched privacy and baring her bottom once more for a taste of the casually switching switch. And as her dress was raised for the third time for their mutual pleasure she once again felt the power of the commandingly wielded willow across her willing flesh.