Usually a switch for us is a long thin thing that tapers to a fine point, but this one was different. Thicker and a bit nobbly, it ended in a fat leaf bud.
And the effect was quite different too. It made me squeal - that little stick wrapped around my bottom and the wicked fat bud made an incredibly painful connection with my bare skin.
It left the side of my left bumcheek peppered with little, puffy round weals that were bruises by the next day. Today, five days later, vague shadow bruises are still there, like little SO fingerprints marking my as owned.
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