The weapon of choice was the switch, and the initial targets were those oh-so-sensitive creases dividing genitalia and torso. Natalie had never been switched, though she had dearly loved applying that instrument to Emilia’s plush bottom, since it got the most enthusiastic wiggles from the responsive buttocks of the submissive maid. Soon the spoiled Princess learned why, as she began her own tutorial on the peculiarities of this feared implement. It made a terrifying whoosh as it sliced through the air on the way to its target. Then there was a sickening ‘thwick’ of hard wood contacting tender flesh. Then there was a slight maddening delay before an electrical jolt of linear anguish registered the initial impact of the spank. And finally, a few seconds later there was a second duller deeper
