The Switching
Disclaimer: I don't own Skinner and Fox, I just play with them for free.
Rating: ammm well pg-13 or R for loving discipline, and talking, slash
kind of.
Thank You Susan for beta-ing it You are wonderful *smiles*
Skinner smiled as he looked at the young man before him, "I believe a
certain young man told me he needed to be spanked?" His smile changed
just a bit.
Fox whispered, "Really Sir?" soft grin "Who? " then blushed.
Skinner raised an eyebrow, as he looked at the younger man then said,
"First young man, you must tell me what naughtiness you did to deserve
spanking"
Fox squirmed and blushed again, thinking hard and fast. Skinner smiled,
noticing his discomfort. Fox blushed deeper and deeper, he was getting
nervous and couldn't think straight. Settling into the recliner before the
fire, Skinner motioned for his young charge to sit on the foot stool
before him saying, "I'm certain you must have done something naughty"
Fox move to the stool indicated, slipping to it softly, "Yes Sir, I just
can't think right now "
Skinner smiled gently, "Well little young man, you just sit there until
you can." Fox didn't like that at all. He squirmed and pouted prettily.
The AD smiled, patting Fox's head gently, then sat back to read his book
while the younger man pondered his naughtiness. Fox watches his Sir read,
whimpering a bit, The tall Dominant idly flipped through his book
"Investigations of the 20th Century" then looked over the edge.
"You mean to tell me you have been a perfect angel, little one?"
Fox said, "Amm, well, I did call myself 'nothing' Sir, and, I have argued
with you, and not been the most obedient agent there is, but no Sir, I
know I am far from perfect."
"Oh?" Skinner set his book down on the end table and looked at his
charge, "and do you think you deserve a spanking?"
Fox hedged, "Well, if you think I do Sir,"
Skinner laughed softly, "I did NOT ask if I thought you deserved one. I
asked you: do you need a spanking?"
Fox blushed one more time, thinking his face was going to remain hot and
red, then lowered his eyes and whispered, " Yes Sir."
Skinner smiled, speaking softly, "Now was that so hard?" Without waiting
for an answer "Well then, why are you just sitting there? Hmm? Why are
you not lying on that footstool rump up or lying across my lap asking for the
spanking you feel you deserve? Are you trying to avoid it, perhaps?"
Fox swallowed several times, then seeing the look in Skinner's eyes,
scrambled up, standing there for a long minute debating, looking from the
stool to his Sir, flustered. then slipped across Skinner's lap, wiggling
against him, his red face hidden with his long dark hair. " Sir, I beg you
to," blush "spank me for me naughtiness." That was always the hardest
part, asking for it.
Skinner smiled and slid a hand slowly over his jean covered rump,
squeezing it a bit. "Well, well, well and how hard should I spank you? And
how many times? Just how naughty have you been, hmm?"
Wiggling a bit, his blush deepening, Fox whimpered, "please Sir, please, I
don't know."
Skinner smiled again, caressing his soft rump slowly "Oh surely you must
have some idea?"
Fox 'mmmmed' at the soft caressing, but shook his head, not knowing.
Skinner patted his rump once, "Speak Fox, You know your naughtiness
better than I: how hard? How much?"
Fox whimpered, not knowing, "Please Sir, I know I have been naughty, but
as to the punishment, that is not for ME to know.
"You are defying me Fox? I have given you a command - fulfill it!"
Fox whimpered and set his jaw, a momentary act of defiance.
But the AD was having none of that. Skinner growled very softly, "Do not
defy me Fox; answer my question."
Fox said, "Yes Sir, I should be punished," Fox blushed trying to say what
he must but he just couldn't, he just can't say it.
Skinner PINCHED his rump hard, "speak my boy, it is very naughty not to
finish your own words."
Fox yelped and wiggled, thinking he would have a bruise from that one
"yes Sir" Fox said, "I should be spanked, until, until your arm is tired,
and ammm, very, very hard."
"Well, well, well," Skinner said, "you must have been truly naughty this
week, little one."
Finishing his sentence, Fox whispered "with a switch," then turned a
deeper and deeper shade of crimson, his face so hot, tears flowing.
Skinner blinked. "A switch? What, little one, do you feel merits that?"
Fox cried softly, as feelings within his soul welled up, "I am a wicked
evil creature, I am bad and should be beaten Sir. I caused you harm Sir,
with my words and actions. You should beat me mercilessly."
Skinner slipped his hand down and covered Fox's mouth gently, stopping the
flood of words; knowing his little one must have some deep seeded guilt
within him to speak that way. Softly he spoke "No, little one" He watched
him sink deeper in the pit of his despair, knowing what must be done, "You
are not a wicked evil creature, and you have not caused me harm; headaches
yes, but never harm."
Fox apologized, "I'm sorry, Sir"
Skinner decided not to argue with the lad, "You are forgiven little
heart." Then gently caressed a hand down his soft back as Fox lay over his
lap, "You have not wronged me little one. You carry guilt you do not
deserve to carry."
Fox said, "No Sir, I carry what I deserve to."
Skinner growled softly "NO! It is not YOUR place to decide what guilt is
and is NOT yours to carry, do you understand me? You are not allowed that
freedom." Walter reached around the smaller body, expertly unfastening the
belt and slipping the jeans down, bringing the boxers with them.
"Yes Sir."
Skinner said, "That is MY privilege, not your own, and I say you have not
wronged me, not as grievously as you believe."
"Yes Sir "
Skinner gently touched the soft rump, gently caressing and smiled as Fox
wiggled, the cool air caressing his bottom.
Skinner said, "You carry guilt you should not. If I punish you little one,
will it purge your guilt from you?" idly tracing a line up the cleft of
his rump, across the most sensitive areas.
Fox wiggled and gasp, smiling, blushing, squirming; enjoying the feeling.
of his Sir's hand against his bottom.
"You haven't answered my question, Cherie"
Fox swallowed, "I do not know Sir, I think it will."
"Then I have chosen your punishment," Skinner said, "5 stripes with a
willow switch, and 15 kisses of my hand"
Fox squirmed again, blushing, but glad to know, "Yes Sir."
Skinner smiled "Thoughts of delicious welts from the switch make an
aroused young man I'll wager. Brace yourself little one," thinking "It's a
good thing they don't last to mar this beautiful flesh."
Fox said, "Yes Sir," and held his Sir's leg, his eyes squeezed shut
tightly bracing.
Skinner smiled at his obedience, and reached, the long thin willow switch
from the jar behind him, stripped of bark and smaller branches. Very
elastic and springy. He brought the switch down, fast, blindingly fast,
its form swishing through the air to score directly across Fox's rump
before he could even think. WRACK!
Fox JUMPED and YELPED as the switch connected with a snap, the
stinging, burning pain filling his rump.
"Oohh Gods that hurt!!"
Skinner said "Keep count little one, out loud."
Fox panted, "One Sir."
Skinner nodded and raised the switch back, bringing it down again, fast
and hard, the smooth wood biting into Fox's uplifted rump painfully.
WRACK!!!
Fox gasped at the kiss of the switch. He felt the welt rise, his bottom
jumping, as he writhed at the pain.
"Count, little one," Skinner reminded.
"Two Sir!" came the pain filled reply.
Skinner nodded and lifted the switch high, brought it down again, fast and
hard, and quick, a new spot crossing the old slightly, leaving its
trailing red mark behind. *CRACK*
Fox jumped and screamed, as the switch found his bottom again, the searing
pain almost too much for him, sobbing out "Three Siiiiiirrrrrrrrrrrrr!"
Skinner raised the switch high and brought it down again, another fast
hard swipe connecting, across the previous stripes painfully. WHACK!!
Fox SCREAMED in deep anguish, sobbing, writhing across his Sir's
lap, his bottom flooded with the pain. He struggled not to jump off the
broad thighs, the stripes stinging like licks of fire across his rear. A
calm firm hand held him down.
Skinner said, "Count, little one"
Fox sobbed deep and bitter, his words almost incomprehensible, "Four Sir"
he panted through the pain, his bottom on fire, every nerve in his body
alive and all centered on his tender striped rump.
Skinner lifted the switch high one last time, and brought it down, fast
and hard. A blur streaked through the air down onto Fox's well thrashed
rump, crossing over the previous stripes, leaving a bright red crisscross
of stripes on delectable rump.
Fox cried out, his sobs filled the room, the stripe blossoming into a welt
immediately. He SCREAMED and jumped up part way, his hands going to
his bottom, "FIVE, SIRRRRRRRRRRRRR!!"
"Move your hands, little one," Skinner said calmly, no anger or harshness
in his voice.
Fox hesitated, but moved his hands at his Sir's command, his striped
bottom coming into view. He cried, sobbing bitterly, the tears wetting
Skinner's pants leg, then gasped feeling his Sir covering him, the jeans
and boxers pulled up to cover his swollen, painful striped bottom again,
fastening them snugly. Fox looked to his Sir, tears flowing.
Skinner gently caressed the tousled head of brown hair, gently removing
Fox from his lap to the floor to kneel between his knees.
"Grab the legs of the footstool and place your face upon it."
Fox leaned into the caressing for a long, long moment. Then, still crying,
he moved, obeying his Sir commands, grabbing the footstool legs, and
placing his face against the soft seat.
Skinner watched the internal struggle and smiled as the boy did as
commanded.
"You will kneel there until I tell you to climb back into my lap
for your spanking."
Fox cried, his bottom stinging, and nodded "Yes Sir,"
Skinner smiled gently and set his hand softly on the back of Fox's neck,
holding his precious one gently in place, stroking the back of the head.
Fox cried, feeling the tightness of his bottom in the jeans, the emptiness
of the air about him, his Sir's hand holding him down; the only anchor
holding his safely.
For a long time Skinner's hand rested passively on Fox's neck, holding
him, listening as Fox whimpered, his tears slowly stopping, his bottom
still on fire. Skinner knew the tight jeans made his rump burn all that
much more.
Amid the sniffles and squirms, Fox wiggled, shifting his weight back and
forth trying to relieve the pain, his bottom burning, his shaft erect.
Skinner said, "Are you aroused little one?"
Fox blushed and inched closer to his Sir.
Skinner 'hmmmmed' softly and caressed Fox's cheek gently, "You blush
little one? Has being switched aroused you?"
Fox blushed again, and nodded softly, hiding his face in the stool.
"Why?"
"I don't know Sir. There is something about the stinging. It sends waves
of pleasure/pain through me, its been my darkest secret."
Skinner nodded softly "Ah"
Fox blushed, his deepest secret having spilled out.
"Tell me this dark secret, Fox."
"Please Sir, please no." It was bad enough to have said that much; now
more was wanted?
Skinner said, "Little one" and it was not a request.
Fox blushed, his face in the stool, he spoke in a soft voice, "When I am
punished it, arouses me. I am filled with, with, sexual desires and
arousal, it is one way I am close to you Sir," the blush got deeper with
each word.
"Is that why you care so greatly for the switch, little one? Because of
the incredible likelihood you will be punished with it at any moment?"
Fox smiled so wide and open, "No Sir. Even if you never punished me
again, I would still love you. Because I love you for you, for who you
are."
"That is not what I meant little heart. I meant, is the punishment aspect
of the switch what gives it its attraction to you?" Skinner knew his
little one loved him, that was never at question.
Fox blinked and blushed, "In a way Sir, "
Skinner nodded softly and thought that might be it "Tell me - the more
harsh the punishment, the more arousing it is?"
"No, not necessarily," Fox said, "it depends on the feelings of the one
who is doing the punishing too but most spanking is arousing."
Skinner said, "Hmm? What feeling?"
"Because of how I interpret the feelings if they care for me."
Skinner nodded softly, "Tell me little one, when I took the belt to you,
so long ago, to try to prevent another from punishing you greater, what
did that do for you?"
Fox blushed, speaking almost too softly for Skinner to hear, "The act
itself, was one of such love, it filled me with joy, that you cared so
much for me. To do that even though you are a gentle being and abhor
hurting someone. The belting itself did arouse me a bit. Sometimes when
you are punishing me as a child, or rather as a father would his child,
there is no arousal, it is just punishment. But the love behind it, that
was and is the arousing part."
Skinner said, "And what if I were to do the same to you as my slave?"
Fox said, "What do you mean Sir? Do what? "
"For some reason end up talking a leather belt to your rump."
"I don't understand, Sir."
Skinner mused, "I am just trying to understand myself."
Fox thought for a time, then said, "If you wished to spank me with the
belt, I would cry Sir, and still love you, "
Nodding, Skinner hmmmed. "But would it arouse you as the switching did?"
"depending on the reason for it, yes Sir."
Skinner hmmmed softly again, thinking, contemplating. He finally spoke,
"Interesting, I am guessing, if you are being punished for real it is more
arousing than if I just spanked you for the want of doing so?"
Fox blushed. "You must think me sick and perverted, Sir"
Skinner smiled gently and caressed his precious one's head softly, "No I
don't, Fox."
Fox said, "sometimes Sir, sometimes it's the unexpectedness of it. Or the
knowing that I am to be punished, and can do nothing to stop it sometimes
it's just the fact that it comes from you, now matter what the reason
Sir."
Skinner smiled committing it to memory. "Ahh - being helpless?"
"Yes Sir "
"I will remember that as well"
Fox blushed again, "I was beginning to despair of you ever spanking me
again, it had been so long since you had Sir." He squirmed on the stool,
his bottom still in the air, blushing at his exposed position.
Skinner smiled gently "Of your knees Fox, it's time to finish."
"Yes Sir. Fox rose quickly, moving to his Sir's lap again, his belly
against the powerful muscular legs, tears forming already; but a strange
sense of comfort filling him as well.
Skinner commanded, "Grab my ankle and lift yourself for my ease,
whisking the jeans and boxers down again.
Fox grabbed his Sir's ankles, lifting his weight off him, his striped
bottom spilling forth, swollen and red. As Skinner ran his hand gently
over his rump, Fox wiggled and gasped, the touch a bit painful.
Skinner said, "Keep count little one"
"Yes Sir."
Skinner hesitated a moment then brought his hand down hard and fast on
Fox's rump, spanking painfully, three fast hard strikes to the red and
swollen bottom
*POP*POP*POP*
Fox gasped, the wait having made his bottom more tender, "One, two,
three Sir." He began sobbing, the stinging swats filling him with pain
that would soon be his whole life for the next few minutes.
Skinner brought his hand down again, fast and hard; another three measured
swats, each one finding an unreddened area and burning it deeply
*POP*POP*POP*
Fox cried out, sobbing at the stinging swats, feeling the guilt washing
from his as he sobbed, " Four, FIVE, SIXXXXXX Sirrrrrrrrrrr," Fox
wiggled and sobbed like a child, squirming wildly but never letting go of his
Sir's ankle, clinging to it for dear life.
Skinner brought his hand down again, fast, hard and stunningly, slapping
his charge's reddened buns painfully each time.
*POP*POP*POP*
Then stopped and rubbed the sensitive bottom slowly, in gentle circular
motions.
SCREAMING out in the pain, Fox tried to escape the punishing spanks,
"Sirrrrrrrr SEVEN, EIGHT NINEEEEEEEEEEEEEE!!" He sobbed,
rubbing soothing his bottom, easing the stinging just a bit.
Skinner said, "Hold still little one" and slipped his hand down his rump,
between Fox's legs hooking a finger around the sensitive shaft, lifting.
Fox rose up more, the tugging made his back arch. He tried to be still.
Skinner released the shaft, smiling at the presentation, and drew his hand
back bringing it down hard across his uplifted rump; three fast punishing
spanking delivered to the base of his rump near the legs, spanking HARD,
*POP*POP*POP*
Fox CRIED out at the sudden unexpected swats, yelping and squirming, his
bottom on fire, he choked out "Ten, eleven twelve SIRRRRRRRRRRR
pleaseeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeee "
Skinner spanked again, twice this time, one powerful swat to each cheek,
searing it to bright redness.
*POP*POP*POP*
Fox breathed deeply, sobbing hard, his bottom so sore, his head snapping
up at each swat, " Thirteen Sirrr,,,,,, fourteeeeeeeeeeeennnnnnnn
Sirrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrr pleaseeeeeeeeee no moreeeeeeeeeee "
"Spread yourself a bit, little one" Skinner spoke softly, without anger or
harshness.
Fox sobbed hard and struggled to obey his Sir, spreading his legs as he
lay over his lap, opening himself to his Sir.
Skinner said, "I meant your rump little one."
Blushing at his error, Fox reached back, and spread his cheeks, the stain
of blush deeply filling his face, neck, chest, perhaps his whole body;
spreading, leaving the tender places opened and exposed.
Then Sir delivered ONE last spank, fast and powerful, aimed to avoid Fox's
fingers and spank his rump right across its middle
*POP*
Fox SCREAMED as the swat lands on the tender inner spots, he sobbed
and collapsed on his Sir, kicking his feet and crying, "Fifteen Sirrrrrr."
The bitter sobs, the tears flowing freely as he cried out the pain.
Skinner gently moved his hand away from the crimson rump, carefully
pulling up the boxers and jeans, then gently rubbed his hand along seat of
the jeans, caressing along the length of the shuddering back gently.
Fox sobbed harder as the suit covered his very red, very sore and striped
backside. His Sir's hands softly rubbing his back, so gently.
Fox cried and cried, his body shaking with his sobs, the feeling of his
Sir's hand on his back his only lifeline. Holding his boy gently, Skinner
allowed him to cry himself out, comforting him with soft sounds of love.
Finally Fox cried himself out, and hugged his Sir's legs tightly.
Feeling the boy calm down, Skinner gently flipped him over, the hot red
jean trapped rump pressing against his legs, ignoring the way Fox
owowowowowowwowowied and arched up, holding onto his Sir. Skinner simply
hugged his Fox and held him tightly, keeping his little one safe, kissing
his face softly, cradling him letting Fox hug back. Both of them gently
basking in their love.
Kissing Fox's lips softly, Skinner smiled gently and held his boy to him
asking, "How do you feel?"
Fox said, "Sore Sir, but loved, cleansed, cared for. "
Skinner smiled "Good."
Fox hugged and whimpered softly in Skinner's ear. Skinner hmmmed and
caressed Fox gently, softly, his hand idly caressing his hip. Fox wiggled
uncomfortably, his bottom so painful, the pout so sweet that Skinner
smiled. "You wish to ask something little one?"
Fox said, "Yes Sir. " He hugged his Sir, and kissed him softly, listening.
Skinner said, "You whimpered; an unspoken request. What did you want
little one?"
"May I please remove the jeans Sir?
Skinner tossed his head back and laughed "You may little one."
Faster than ever before, Fox peeled out of the jeans, his body spilling
forth, then cuddling with his Sir and holding him to him, kissing.
"I love you Sir."
Skinner smiled and held his boy gently.
"I love you too little one, now it is time to sleep"
Standing, he lifted his body into his strong arms, carrying him to the bed
and laying Fox on it gently.
"G'night little one, and I would suggest laying face down tonight."
Fox nodded and blushed, carefully laying on his belly, his red sore bottom
in the air. "I had planned on it Sir."
Skinner smiled and patted his back gently, stretching out beside that
which was his.
"Thank you Sir "
Skinner smiled and kisses the brow "g'night little one"
Fox smiled, his eyes drooping, snuggling to his Sir's chest, drifting off
to sleep.