The Green Switch – “Ending Two”

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“Ending Two” –

As she approached the porch with the perfect green switch in hand, a wet diaper that was starting to sag and tears streaming down her cheeks, her Daddy stood up from the rocking chair and met her at the bottom of the steps.

She had a sorrowful way about her. With shrunken shoulders, a lower chin, streaming tears and a sniffle, Vanessa was showing the tell-tale signs of dejection – not necessarily just from others but also from herself. The trap was always the same and she once found a word online that best describe the way she felt about how she handled the situations life presented her with.

Recidivism is a term often used to describe the cycles of repeat offenders, but Vanessa hadn’t done anything that could be confused with a crime.

It’s definition, however, rung a few bells for her often-behaviors upon impulse. Recidivism – a tendency to relapse into a previous condition or mode of behavior. There was nothing more self-defeating than knowing what she was going to do wrong before she did it.

Handing him the green switch, she kept her eyes to the ground, seeing her meager A-cups in her lower peripheral as she entered into another bout with self-hatred. What a great place to start by finding a part of her body and tearing herself down.

But her Daddy just stood there. Usually by now, he would’ve taken her hand and led her into the house for the punishment. But this time, he didn’t do that. He placed all four fingertips of her right hand under her chin and raised her eyes. She gazed up at him with her baby blues. And though her eyes were reddened from crying, they were still beautiful as always. He could see the strain in her face and more clearly the anguish in her heart that, once again, she had screwed up. But what captivated him just then were two things:

– Something in her gaze he hadn’t seen before.

– A decision he needed to make.

Vanessa was very good at being emotional and overly-emotional. And he never had to guess how she was feeling because she wore her emotions on her sleeve. When she was happy, she bounced all over the place, was a chatterbox, was the life of any party she attended and charmed everyone around with a bubbliness that couldn’t be resisted. But when she was unhappy, she often lashed out at others. People who had never done anything wrong to her suddenly found themselves in the crosshairs of an aimless rage. And she would go for the jugular every time. In reality, she was releasing the unhappiness she felt. But to passers-by and those affected by her, she was simply being cruel.

Standing there before her Daddy, with a self-esteem sagging lower than her wet diaper, the faintest twinkle of I’m truly sorry crossed over her gaze. And that was all her Daddy needed to see – her recognition that she understood what she had done was wrong. Impulses, insecurities, hurt, self-loathing … they were all things that could be dealt with and overcome. But she first needed to show that she knew better. And she had done just that.

When emotions are compromised and a person feels stripped to the bone, the truth begins to flow out of them as easily as tears down her cheeks. Her Daddy faced the challenge of continuing to impress upon her how unacceptable her behavior was without damaging her pride any further than her own guilt had already done.

He held the either end of the green switch in his fists and bared his strength to snap it green wood in half. Her eyes grew big and wide as they gaze in his eyes showed pride in her. There would be no green switch punishment, but instead a lesson by love.

“I did a craigslist search and found a replacement shirt,” her Daddy explained as he took her hand and guided her waddle up the steps. “I met the person with the shirt at the mall and then drove it over to your sister’s house before I came home.”

Unlocking the back door, he led her into the kitchen.

“But that doesn’t excuse making your niece feel horrible. You absolutely must understand that,” he said calmly but firmly.

She nodded, getting up into the cupboard to grab a tea towel. Walking over to the kitchen sink to dampen it, she kicked her shoes off and scrunched up her toes, working her socks off as well. Barefoot always felt good and no matter what stigma was sometimes attached it, she truly didn’t care. It felt right and that was all that mattered to her. As she held the teas towel under the faucet, she took in the full meaning of the sacrifice he had made.

She truly did deserve the green switch punishment, but he forewent it, opting to trust her to still learn the needed lesson. The fact that he trusted her meant more to her than any words of affection, sentiment or otherwise could say. But oh my, he still had a lot he was going to say to her. Actually, he wouldn’t say them to her so much as he would whisper them – directly into her heart, if she chose to listen carefully.

Turning around, Vanessa handed him the wet tea towel. She was compliant, though being a bit drained emotionally. Still, it felt good to know that when she turned around, he was there. She hadn’t chased him off. Lifting her hands to the sky, she followed his lead as he slid her t-shirt up and off her frame. And at last, she was naked but her diaper, again – albeit a sagging diaper.

“You know, Vanessa, there is still a price to pay for unwarranted tantrums,” he said with a flirting tone as he tossed her t-shirt on the kitchen counter. “And you … are going … to pay.”

Nursing on her pacifier, she shuddered with a tingle as he cupped her diapered peach with a slapping hand. There was a sexual tension building that switched her mind into a different state – one that derived arousal as he gripped the soaked material between her legs. Spinning her around, he pushed her backwards – across the kitchen and up against the far wall. He pinned wrists above her head and held them there as he yanked the diaper off from around her waist. The diaper fell to the floor between her ankles as he spun her and pressed the front of her body up against the wall. He pinned her wrists above her head again and took the wet tea towel to her bottom, washing her cheeks with an aggressive touch.

“I would’ve welted your bottom up with that green switch,” he whispered into her ear with hot breath, pressing himself up against the back of her as he slid the tea towel to her undercarriage. “You would’ve begged me to stop. You might’ve made a mess of yourself.”

He spun her around again, pinning her back to the wall and kept her wrists clenched in his hand above her head as he placed the wet tea towel between her legs.

“Little girls like you can sometimes get a bit too sassy for their own good,” he said with a lust growing in his eyes as he squeezed the tea towel, making the water roll out of, down the length of her peach and then down her inner thighs. “You like having that ability to sass Daddy whenever you want, don’t you?”

She shook her head no, nursing on her pacifier with passion that grew inside her as well.

“You know what happens when Daddy decides you’ve sassed him enough, don’t you?” he whispered, the lust in his eyes reaching a fevered-pitch as he tossed the tea towel away and cupped her peach with his palm. “Sometimes, the only way to get the sass out of a girl is to smack her where it smarts the most.”

His fingers drummed over the outer lips of her labia. She began to breathe heavily through her nose, her hips already rocking and grinding her mound into his palm. She could feel the first rush of arousal break into the second one as her peach began to swell – that slickness of want building up inside her as she got wet.

“Maybe I didn’t spank you with the green switch, but you’re still gonna feel my hand,” he whispered with a lower, hotter tone as he tapped her sweetness. “And you’ll know how expensive the price of your sass has become.”

She could see the seriousness in his eyes, driven by an aggressive need to make her cower before him. His words were intoxicating to hear and realizing that he was going to do more than just make love to her, she dropped to her knees, turning him around and pushing him up against the wall as she frantically unfastened his belt and slid his belt buckle a few loops to the side – a lesson she had learned from the past when she smacked her forehead against his buckle so hard, she felt like she had given herself a concussion.

Lowering his zipper, her trembling fingers reached inside his pants and his boxers to find his ready stiffness. She whimpered behind her pacifier as she clenched his girth between her tiny fingers and drew his cock out of his pants. She was breathing heavily from her nose and nursing on her pacifier so intensely, it felt like an oral warm-up. Stroking him with a tight squeeze, she gazed up at him with pleading eyes. Obliging her non-vocal request, he took the pacifier out of her mouth.

“I’m always going to be fighting my sass, Daddy,” she whispered behind heavy breath as she kept stroking his stiffness with a fervent need as she drew her thumbs up his underside vein. “And to get the sass out of my mouth, it needs to be washed out with something a lot stronger than soap.”

She wrapped her lips around his tip, tightening them to his girth as she plunged his length into the wet confines of her mouth. Pushing him in as far as he could go, she willingly gagged herself, but gave sign of discomfort. In actuality, it didn’t hurt at all and she loved that her limits of pain had grown as much as she had grown with him and because of him.

Tightening mouth and moving her cheeks in-n-out, she drew a mouthful of saliva and swirled it around his cock and she flattened her tongue to his underside vein, pressing up as she worked to undo the desensitized skin of his shaft. Part of the reward for being female was an ever-softening and renewing canal. But for a guy, nothing renewed, unless he was made to new.

Placing the thumb and pointer finger of her right hand around the base of his shaft, she flattened her left palm to the wall as she braced herself for whiplash. Then she squeezed those two fingers around his base and began to withdrawal him from her mouth, teasing the skin of his shaft all the way up to his tip. Then she plunged him back in her mouth and began to bob her head as quickly as she could.

There wasn’t much that was pleasurable than hearing him moan from something she was doing to him. It made her feel wonderful about herself to know that not only could she do this right, but she knew how to do it better than anyone else. There was a bit of pride restored in also knowing that she could make people feel good, too. Sometimes her words gave people the wrong impression of her, but with a pacifier, she couldn’t speak. And when there was no pacifier, she found other ways to say a mouthful without speaking at all.

He placed his hands on the top of her head, running his fingers through her hair, the first sign he was in near-shot of the home stretch. All her attention went to filling him with as many sensations as she could give him, as quickly as she could. Plunging him in and out of her mouth at a rate she knew would stiffen her neck by morning, she finally had something to say. And she said it, moaning with him in her mouth to send the vibrations of her moans up and down the length of his cock. All she truly needed to do was find the right thing to say, all this time.

He shook slightly and she could feel him tensing up, the moment would soon arrive and she could taste the sweetness already. It wouldn’t wash her sass out, but certainly would quench her thirst for a passion and need which came to her as naturally as breathing. Oh yes, being a girl was a lot of work, but if she could always make him feel this good, than all that work would be more than worth it.

He gripped her hair tightly with two fists as she kept steady at the task at hand, in hand and in her mouth. But before he exploded, he yanked her up by hair, standing her to her feet and plunking the pacifier back in her mouth. Looking into the aggression of his irises, she cowered. Whatever deep-rooted desire she just drew to his surface, she would know, in full, before she had time to process her own sensations.

He yanked the belt out of his pants loops, forced her over to the kitchen table and bent her over it. She could hear his heavy breathing and could tell that whatever was to come was going to be as intense as it might well hurt. Without an ounce of resistance or anything that would indicate she had a backboned will, she placed her wrists together at her lower back and relaxed her frame onto the table.

“That’s a good girl,” her Daddy said through heavy breath as he tied the belt around her wrists and undid the button at his waist. “Sass you will always have and fuss you will always have. And the price you will always happily.”

And with that, he positioned himself behind her, plunging his stiffened cock through the swollen lips of her labia and into the slickened canal of her peach. His drive was as impassioned as her was when on her knees. Now on the table, she found that the receiving end was just as intense as the one that gave. But ash he had tensed up when she plunged her mouth around him, she found a need to release all the tension she could as he plunged his cock inside her, taking all of that was there. Submission was never stronger when combining her emotions with her physical offerings. Her will had broken and her body was being taken. And she was helpless to do anything about it.

Closing her eyes, she smiled behind her pacifier. For as much of a careless bitch as she knew she could be, it felt wonderful, knowing her Daddy loved her enough to stand up to her when she needed correction and to bend her over when she just needed to be railed out of her gourd.

She whimpered at his forcefulness as he pounded through her swell, her slickness and her softness, driving them both towards the summit with a vigor she knew would leave her sore for the whole next day at least. The summit was in reach and her whimpers turned to grunts and then to softened moans as she could feel him dragging the wetness out of her and leaving mound to lie in her own juices on the table. She shuddered and her spine quivered as the first wave of deep sensations poured out of her center and rippled through her frame, washing all the way to her feet and her fingertips. Tears welled up in her eyes and rolled down her cheeks as she recalled the punishment he protected her from and the self-pride he re-instilled her with.

She felt him thicken inside her and began climbing to the summit more rapidly now. He placed his left hand on the middle of her back, just above her bound wrists at her lumbar. His left hand pressed in on her spine and he began to lean in, pushing his up between her shoulder blades and heading for her neck. He grabbed her bound wrists with his right hand and pounded himself into her as fast and as furiously as he could. And as she felt the first seeds of his explosion, she trembled. Her own orgasm was but moments from joining. She felt the first tingle of an arrival that would remain.

The feel of electricity shot out from her center, numbing the area he was devastating just before her muscles tightened inside and released. Then the pacifier fell from her lips as her whimpers, grunts and soft moans gave way to a greater sound. He erupted inside her at the same moment that he gripped the locks of her hair at the back of her head, yanking her to a half-standing, half-bent position. His seeds planted inside her and she looked up, screaming deafeningly at the ceiling above. Her orgasm kept intensifying as his streams of eruption kept emptying inside her. Oh, if she could ever explain to him how moments like that felt, she might be able to share that wonderful feeling of being overwhelmed. But words could do no justice in its description and she found comfort in knowing that he had lost a bit of his touch since the day she met him.

As they kept riding at the summit peak, he released his grip of her bound wrists with his right hand to reach around front of her and smack the wet, swollen center between her legs. She screamed again as the sting of his smacks combined with the orgasm he kept her in and the mindset that being held open always put her in. Her head went in and out of states of dizziness and she would’ve collapsed had he not been keeping her standing in place with a firm grip to the hair on the back of her head. Receiving more of his smacks to her peach, the stings joined the rippling pleasure and she shook uncontrollably as her throat went dry and a feel of paralysis set in. In capable of moving, merely to struggle, she felt that feel of electricity being drained out of her far more quickly than her own thoughts had drained her own emotions while switch hunting in the woods.

And when she was spent, he lowered her back down onto the table, taking his belt off her wrists. Squeezing the outer lips of her labia together, he emptied every seed in his shaft into her as he withdrew himself from her one final time. For a few minutes she laid there, bent over the kitchen table and recovering. Her Daddy left the kitchen, allowing her time to afterglow. Her body temperature lowered slowly as did the pounding beat of her heart. Her breathing returned to normal and she felt a tiredness she had never known to be so strong. Her Daddy had drained her of everything she was and everything she had. Oh, my Good God, she would never forget this day – for all its good and for all its bad, for the lesson she learned and the completion she felt at that very moment.

Her Daddy returned to the kitchen and stood her feeble frame up before he picked her up into his arms. She felt so weak she collapsed against his body as he carried her back to the bathroom. Kneeling alongside the bathtub, he lowered her into the bathwater he had drawn for her. And as she gasped at being enveloped in the warmth, he eased her down, bringing her neck to rest on the back edge of the tub as he returned her pacifier to her mouth.

She nursed on her pacifier slowly, watching him prepare to bathe her. But true completion for her required the answer to one final question on this day.

“Why do you put up with me?” she whispered behind her pacifier with a weak tone.

“Because I love you and because I need you as much as you need me,” her Daddy whispered back. “And I will never make you go get another green switch again.”

Green switch punishments were as unrelenting as she had been. But if her Daddy was willing to break the green switch and forego the punishment, then she was willing to break from her habits of poor behavior.

“I promise you I’ll never make the mistakes that make me deserve it again,” she whispered faintly as she parted her legs for him to clean her. “Or at least I’m going to try not to from now on.”

Lesson learned finally … she hoped.

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