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 Shff. Shff. Shff.

Austin the donkey's ears swiveled instinctively towards the sound. The woods surrounding the large multi-acre ranch on which he lived were hauntingly quiet, and the noise of leaves giving way to Austin's companion's thick, sturdy legs as he marched off into the brush dominated the stillness... much like the strong black stallion dominated the diminutive donkey.

"Austin," came an imperious call. "I don't hear you getting ready."

The donkey jumped, springing into action. As his fingers worked to undo his pants, he snorted. It was mildly annoying how trained he was to hop to it in regards to this particular activity, though a year of being under Lightning's thumb would certainly do the trick, he supposed.

His pants undone, he shimmied them down his waist. He suddenly regretted going commando that day, though it wouldn't have mattered anyway. Lightning always wound up spanking him on the bare by the end.

Austin knelt down on the grass. It smelled sweet, and the air was lightly chilled. It was a beautiful autumn day, and it wouldn't be long before the grass wilted and gave way to dirt after the first frost. He was happy to have such a lush carpet of greenery to kneel on. Wait, happy? Gosh, how used to this was he?

He spotted a log and shuffled to it on his knees, rolling it closer to him. It looked about the right height. In the past, he would have whined as he lined himself up with it, but today, obediently bending himself over the stump, he simply huffed to himself, lowering onto his elbows and flipping his tail over with a practiced flick. It arced over him, the tuft at the end settling between his long ears.

And now... to wait.

Shff. Tck. Swsh!

The donkey's ears drooped. He knew that sound. He could practically picture the stallion, built like a brick house, snapping off branches and testing them for their suitability. Austin had been made to cut quite a few of his own switches in the past, and he knew what Lightning was looking for: a long, thick rod that tapered just so at the end- better for delivering that stinging bite. It had to be fresh, but not green- too limp to be effective. It couldn't be dry and brittle either- it had to last the entire session, or he'd make Austin cut a new one and start again from the beginning, warm-up hand spanking and all.

Or, well, he would, if Austin had cut his own switch. But Lightning never cut a bad one. Lightning's switches were always particularly devilish.

Swsh. Tck. Swsh. Tck. Swsh.... Tck.

The sound of the horse cutting, testing, and discarding branches continued. Austin lost track of time. Bent over the log, rump high in the air and exposed to the elements, all he could do was wait. Break position, and you were in for a belting when you got back to the barn, right on top of the stripes of your switching.

Swsh. Tck.... Swsh. ....Tck.

The donkey grumbled to himself. What was taking so long? He wished they could just get on with it. Lightning always made such a show of making him wait, almost as if he wanted to give him just enough time to overthink it. If only it would happen already- the sooner the spanking started, the sooner it could just be over!

Waiting for it was the worst.

A light breeze blew some leaves by the log and they settled just within reach. Austin studied their intricate veins until his eyes blurred and he lost focus. He tried his best to keep his mind from wandering, lest it accidentally start playing out how his imminent hiding was about to unfold. Would Lightning warm him up with his hand first? Or would he just immediately start bearing down with that fierce switch he found, no doubt more cane-like than anything? How many strokes would he get? How long would the stripes last afterwards?

He shook his head to disrupt the thoughts, and noticed the whole woods had gone quiet. Eerily quiet- even the whistling of Lightning's switch hunt had faded into a disturbing stillness.

Austin craned his neck over his shoulder, straining to see any hint of the hulking form of his Dom in the mist. A minute passed.

"L-Lightning...?" Austin quietly called.

WHREE- THCK!

Austin lurched forward, a searing stripe of white-hot pain laid right across the meat of his buttocks. He didn't even notice the sound of giant hooves crunching twigs next to him as the black stallion drew up beside him. As Austin caught his breath from the first of what was sure to be many licks from a truly awful, thick switch, Lightning clutched his tail and lifted him back into position, the donkey's cheeks prime for punishment and already swelling with a monstrous red stripe.

As the switch whistled through the air once again, headed straight for his helplessly exposed buttocks, Austin found himself wishing he could have waited a little longer for his spanking.