SWITCH VI

The "Possassion" of Felicia Guthrie

 

Ardie Stallard

 

© Copyright Ardie Stallard, 2024, 2025

 

CHAPTER ONE

 

"I don't know why, of all places, the National Organization of Blood Banks had to pick Filgrave West to host their conference this year," grumbled Felicia Guthrie. She and her best friend and submissive, Jessica Brokamp, stood in the concourse level of the Memphis International Airport waiting for the crowd to thin out so that her husband, Joe, could take his carry-on and pass through Airport Security. He'd already purchased his ticket and checked his big suitcase and he seemed to be more relaxed than either of the young women: sitting contentedly in a chair beside them, he held his and Felicia's baby son, C. J., in his lap and watched country music videos-paradoxically, with the sound off-on one of the concourse's widescreen televisions.

After a maddening few seconds Joe turned his head. "Uh-what, honey?" he answered, "oh-yeah-well, maybe because it's one of the very few five-star hotels, maybe the only one, in Vegas that's not associated with a gambling casino. Guess they think we can get more accomplished without that temptation staring us in the face. But regardless, I can't help it that the head honcho at de Soto Regional wants me to represent our blood bank at the conference. I've got to go over everything new that I pick up in the breakout sessions with the entire staff when I get back. That's not gonna be an easy task."

"For a minute there I thought everything I just said to you went into one ear and out the other!" Felicia continued with mounting irritation. "I suppose it's a miracle that it didn't! As long as Lainey Wilson's got a video on the air you never pay attention to anything else! Especially when she's facing away from the camera!"

Joe now looked at her again. "Sweetheart," he defended himself, "I just think that Lainey Wilson has a beautiful, well-rounded, uh... err, voice."

"Hmph! Voice, indeed! That's not the only beautiful well-rounded thing about her you're interested in! How can a poor little psychologist like me compete with a country music star?" Felicia pouted.

"Don't be jealous, honey," Joe reproved her but then his eyes went straight back to the TV screen. "Lainey's pretty, isn't she?" Joe whispered in C. J.'s ear. Then he winked at scowling Felicia mischievously.

"Waney pwty," agreed C. J. solemnly.

"Joe!"

"And J. Lo's pretty too, isn't she?" whispered Joe to C. J. now.

"Jay Woe pwty toooo," concurred C. J. again.

"Joe!"

"But Mommy and Aunt Jess are really pretty. Right, Little Business?" Joe continued imperturbably.

Once again father and son were in complete accord. "Ma An' Jeph WEAL pwty," declared C. J. unequivocally, though he couldn't quite manage "Aunt Jess" without spraying just a tiny bit of saliva into his chuckling father's face. Joe good-naturedly wiped it off, kissed the curly, unruly top of his son's head, and handed the baby to petite, silvery-blonde Jessica, who'd stretched out her arms for him.

"Come here, young sir," she murmured with a smile.

"Jess!" exclaimed Felicia, "I've warned you! I don't want you calling him that! Or your little... that other name you use! He'll pick up on it! Probably has already and we don't know it yet!"

"Yum phur," observed C. J. as he hugged his favorite babysitter. He giggled happily as Jessica peppered the nape of his neck with kisses.

"Hear that? Listen to him! My poor child! You and Joe will be the death of me yet, Jess!"

"Aw, Mist-err, Felicia, I mean! I try, but my pet names for my little Do-err, my favorite baby just slip out! He's adorable and I love him! You can't believe how bad I missed him while I was on tour with the theater company last fall, and our next tour starts at the first of February and I'll be gone again!"

"Well, you might get your fill of him over the next few days while Joe's gone to that stupid conference. I need your help this week, Jess, not your bratting!"

Joe stood up, stretched his legs, turned to glaring Felicia, smiled and winked at her again, and put a companionable arm around her. C. J. as usual frowned when he observed his father's gesture of affection to his mother. "Oo! Da! No!" he exclaimed as he tried to climb out of Jessica's arms to remove Joe's hand from Felicia's shoulder. Though Jess secured her hold on him, C. J. flashed another remarkably Felicia-like pout at his father, who beamed back at him proudly.

"I'm sorry I've been yankin' your chain," Joe now apologized to his wife, "I guess maybe it's because I get a little nervous every time I have to fly. But I'm trying to keep my nerves down, and maybe watching Lainey Wilson on video-as well as teasing you-helps."

Felicia's expression immediately morphed from irritation to concern. "Now Joe," she urged, "don't be nervous! I'm the one that's supposed to be nervous and you're the one that's supposed to assure me that everything's gonna be okay!" Commanding and imperious though Felicia might be to Jessica as well as most of her spanking therapy clients in her counseling service, and rarely to one special persona Joe assumed from time to time, for the most part she depended on him to be consistently Dominant, steadfast, and reassuring. "It's... just real... real bad for you to be nervous. It makes me more nervous!"

Joe grinned and kissed Felicia on the forehead, prompting another tiny but vigorous protest from C. J. and an accompanying giggle from Jessica. "I'll try to live up to my duty, honey," he promised. "You know," he mused as he tried to steer the conversation away from thoughts of airline risks, "once I get there I hope I have time to take a walk over to the Vegas branch of Filgrave Biomedical and look for spare parts for my antique microscope. The Memphis branch doesn't have any of the objective or eyepiece lenses that'll fit it. Gotta have it ready for C. J. when he goes to school. And any other possible little Guthries down the line."

"That's it! Keep thinking about stuff like that, and don't be nervous!" Felicia whispered as softly as she could. "Be all confident for your girl... Master? Please?"

Joe's response was to squeeze her right buttock, prompting her to gasp slightly and stand on tiptoe. He'd given her a few light cane taps as foreplay the night before-the cane wasn't their favorite toy but it was the quietest, especially important to a D/s mommy and daddy when they were trying not to wake their baby-and though he hadn't either striped or bruised her, he had managed to sensitize her behind enough for her to feel the effect of his squeeze and appreciate it. "That's my Master," she now whispered as she stayed on tiptoe long enough to kiss the nape of Joe's neck. "I'm gonna have a nice surprise for you when you get back. Early birthday present. You'll love it, I promise."

"A birthday present two months ahead of time? Well, what is it?" Joe chuckled. "You gonna send me out of town all curious?"

"Not tellin'!" she shot back saucily. "It'd spoil the surprise!"

"Well, thank you in advance, whatever it is!" Joe gave his wife's butt another squeeze and followed it up with a pat, but now he turned his attention momentarily to Jessica who, in addition to being Felicia's submissive, looked on him as very much a father figure and proudly called him "Daddy Dom" and herself his "little."

"You're gonna be a good girl and help your Mistress out, right? I'm not gonna need to take you in hand when I get back late Wednesday night, am I?" he asked, very quietly but pointedly.

"Well, uh... Daddy, it's kinda like this..." Jessica squeaked back as she gave a little squirm, but it was entirely obvious that the idea of her Daddy Dom "taking her in hand" appealed to her.

"Well what? Kinda like what?" Joe persisted, with a slight scowl accompanied by the tiniest of winks. Felicia smirked as she listened to their exchange.

"I, uh, try to be good but sometimes I forget!" Jess giggled nervously, but perhaps with a touch of pleasant anticipation as well.

"So I guess, as usual, I'll have to ask Felicia for a report on you," Joe sighed in mock annoyance. "But listen, Jess, seriously: Felicia does need the help. Usually I take C. J. to day care in the morning so she can see her counseling patients, check on him at lunchtime before going... well, I see him sometime between twelve and one every day including a couple times a week right after another necessary noontime task, and then I bring him home in the evening after I get off work. I've gotta depend on you to take good care of him while your Mistress sees her clients. Can I?"

"You know you can, Daddy," Jess assured him with a small smile. "You don't need to be worried about my precious little Domlet."

"Pwef wil Bomwet," repeated C. J. to Felicia's wide-eyed horror. Joe himself blinked and started at the sound of that one.

"Charles Joseph Guthrie!" Felicia gasped, "don't say that! Be a good boy for Mommy!" Now she gave blushing, chagrined Jess another annoyed glare.

"Dood boy," C. J. reassured her with a cherubic smile.

"Uh, C. J.? Son?" Joe interrupted carefully, "you're not Little-I mean, you're not that, okay? You're my Little Business, all right?"

"Wil Binneph Bomwet," answered C. J. diplomatically, with another cherubic grin. Joe sighed.

"Sorry," Jess murmured.

"Mm HM. We'll talk about that on Wednesday night before you leave, Jess," Joe assured her with an arched eyebrow. Jessica gulped, gave Joe a meek, nervous smile, and rubbed her backside with her free hand in anticipation.

"If I don't deal with it myself! A wooden spoon's pretty quiet, you know," added Felicia with a frown. Jess gulped again, this time a little louder. She knew all about the sensations a wooden spoon could cause, and she much preferred a soft flogger or even her Daddy Dom's big, intimidating right hand.

"Wum poom pwty twy," C. J. observed now. Joe and Felicia groaned in unison.

"It's a good thing he's still just repeating what he hears! But it's not gonna be long before he starts associating meanings with the words!" fussed Joe. "I'm telling you, we've all got to learn to be more careful! Even if he does agree with me that Lainey Wilson's cute!"

"Waney Wilph twt," C. J. assented with another tiny spray of saliva. Joe's smile returned in full measure.

"Hey," Felicia interrupted with another glare to both father and son, "Jess, keep C. J. there with you a minute or two. I've got to talk to Joe about something, and the baby definitely doesn't need to hear it." With that, she tugged at Joe's arm and the two of them stepped away a few feet to engage in some intense whispering while Jess bounced C. J. gently in her arms and sang softly to him.

Felicia gazed up into her man's eyes. "Now, I've got some suggestions on how to spend your leisure time safely," she began.

Joe raised his eyebrows. "Oh, yeah?" he shot back with a grin. "I'm all ears, just like you." He tickled one of her earlobes, and Felicia, always self-conscious about the size and shape of her ears and careful to keep them covered up with her hair, scowled at him again.

"Listen!" she insisted. "I've been Facebook messaging with Callie, and you already know she claims she's not been able to find a trustworthy Dom in Las Vegas since she and Desmond moved there. And that's been more than two years now. What with running Little Miss Redhead's Restaurant in the hotel and supervising the place's spanking motif, waiters and waitresses paddling everybody who doesn't clean their plate besides giving birthday spankings and trading 'shots for swats,' plus that big mountain of a submissive she's married to, she can exercise all the Domination she wants. When she's feeling submissive herself, though, she's at a bit of a loss. You know she was always extremely picky about who she submitted to. Just you and, once in a while, me or Ed. And I think she'd really like to have at least one impact-play session with you while you're there. She's already asked Desmond about it and he approves. Says you're a guy he can trust."

Joe smiled softly. "They always knew they could trust me in Memphis," he answered, "and it was special being her 'supply Top' those last few weeks they were here. So sure. Message her back and tell her I look forward to it, and I'll call her when I get there to set up a time. Or times, maybe. I'll likely see her at least in the restaurant tomorrow anyway. But Felicia, admit it: isn't this kind of an effort on your part to keep me out of the clutches of Little Miss Redhead herself?"

"That hussy! That Jezebel!" Felicia snapped with a scowl, "I don't trust her any further than I could spit! First taking advantage of you while you were helping out a coworker, then trying her damnedest to seduce you after you spanked the daylights out of her for throwing that glass of water into the waitress's face-grrr! And then getting into a fight with Amandine over my bouquet at our wedding reception probably just so you'd spank her again! What a Top from the bottom she is! And she doesn't practice safe Dominance either! You already know that! So yeah, I admit it. I've talked to Callie about her too. So we're agreed: any frustrations you have you should work out on Callie's butt, not Chantal Bondurant's pimply stinky backside!"

"She's Chantal Filgrave now. She and Ted are married," Joe reminded her. "So maybe that's calmed her down a little. And I'd say she showers regularly, too, so her backside likely ain't stinky. Or pimply either."

"And I bet she and Ted are as much into cuck as they ever were! Steer clear of 'em as much as you possibly can! Please!" Felicia urged.

Joe kissed her again, this time full on the lips since Jessica had C. J. turned round so the baby couldn't see it. "Okay, I'll do my best," he promised, "but you know when you wanted to take on that young Dom trainee and let him use your butt for spanking practice, I was a good sport about it. Much as I could be anyway. I even got to like him as a person, since he showed some honor. So am I gonna come back from Vegas and find that you've enrolled another student? And gotten another itty-bitty crush on said new student the same way you did Tim Hillburn?"

"Joe!" exclaimed Felicia with another scowl and a frustrated foot stamp, "that's not fair! You put limitations on him and me both and we honored every one of them!"

"Still, he was your patient, as well as your abject fan, before I even knew it!" Joe countered with an amused wink. "So then, limitations. Let's see. Callie's safe, Chantal isn't, right? Rest easy. You can trust me to behave like a good Dom should-even though I might get tempted just like you did. Listen, put in a good word to the Omniscient Third Person for me while I'm traveling there and back, and I think everything's gonna turn out fine. It always has so far, no matter how deep of a jam you manage to get yourself into!"

"Omniscient Third Person? Who in the world are you talking about? You mean God, or what? Sure I'm not too proud to ask this Omni-whatever person to keep you safe! Don't you for me? Especially since I get in so many of these 'jams' you're throwing up to me right now?"

"Well, he's supposed to be omniscient, and they say there's three persons, so yeah. The Omniscient Third Person. Not that whoever he is helped me very much back when-well, never mind. But it's as good a name as any, I guess, which is what you told your mama when you named our cat Eoj, right? All because you slipped and called me Eoj while you were on the phone with her! Seriously, hon, things are gonna be okay. Trust me."

"Well," Felicia admitted with another very pretty pout, "that last was what I really needed to hear, all the more so after your merciless teasing!"

Now Joe took her into his arms, hugged her tight, and kissed her long and hard once more. But he couldn't resist whispering "Who's teasing?" in her ear and pinching both her denim-clad buttocks before he let her go. Felicia tried her best to act annoyed again, but she was a bit of a pain pet and really loved that sort of attention-even in public, when Joe was discreet about it.

"Okay," Joe sighed finally as he picked up his carry-on, "Listen. It might be late when I get back Wednesday evening, so I'll catch a cab or an Uber home, all right? I don't want you and Jess and C. J. out that late in Memphis or West Memphis either one. And I'll call or text you when the plane touches down today. Well... time to go through Security now. Maybe some cute female guard in Airline Security will give Eoj a pat-down." He winked at Felicia again.

"You wish!" countered Felicia, still in a good humor as she tried to rub away the effects of the two pinches. "Be careful, honey. I love you."

"I love you too," he murmured softly as he hugged her tight once more, then turned, took C. J. in his arms momentarily for another embrace and forehead kiss, and finally gave Jessica a hug around the shoulders before setting off for the security gates.

But now little C. J. initiated a protest that none of them saw coming. He sensed his father was leaving and it scared him. "Da! Noooo! Take youuuuu!" he cried as he struggled in Jessica's arms once again. Felicia tried to lift him and calm him and might have succeeded, but Joe loped back to drop his carry-on and take his son in his arms again for one more hug.

"Kid is a Domlet," he said gruffly to hide his emotions, swiping at his eyes self-consciously with one hand as he held C. J. tight in the other arm. "But it's different after you've lost one. Believe me."

Felicia shuddered involuntarily. She and Joe still kept the picture of his first wife and daughter, killed years before by a drunk driver, on the wall at their home, and she hoped she'd never have to find out how different things would be after such a terrible loss.

"Bomwet," C. J. whimpered again as he held tight to his father's neck. For all he wished he hadn't used the word Joe had to smile crookedly again, and both Felicia and Jessica sniffled and wiped away a few tears of their own at the sight. Somehow the three, working together, finally got the little one calmed down again.

"You're a good boy," Joe murmured to his son, "and if you'll be my little man and take care of Mommy and Aunt Jess Daddy'll bring you back a present, okay?"

"Tay, Da. Dood boy. Will mam. Pevent." the child sniffled as he let his mother take him. Joe now left hurriedly, as if he didn't think he could trust his emotions enough to do otherwise. Which he probably couldn't.

"Mistress!" whispered Jess with a final swipe at her eyes, "come on, now! Daddy'll be okay, and we might as well not worry! Let's take my little-err, let's take C. J. home and just try to relax and have some fun. Maybe buy him an ice cream on the way, and ourselves one too?"

Felicia agreed and with C. J. in her embrace now, she and Jessica started back to the airport parking lot. "I have to see to a present for Joe this afternoon," she whispered, "so after we stop for the ice cream we'll go home and then I'll take a little stroll to go buy it, okay?"

"Sure, Mistress," replied Jess as quietly as she could so as not to teach C. J. another new word he wasn't ready for, "we should be fine. I'll keep the door locked, and my eye on him. I'll try to have a little supper fixed before you get back, too. But if I'm allowed to be curious, what are you gonna buy Daddy?"

Now Felicia paused to bring her lips as close to Jess' ear as she could. "Well... long story short is, honey, Joe's always claimed my butt as his own property, and that's a big turn-on for me..."

"Ooo!" Jessica giggled in return, "I love it! So now what?"

"So after I get you and C. J. situated I'm gonna walk down to Stat Tats, you know the Goth girls' tattoo parlor, and get his name inked back there! I had a dream about doing that before C. J. was born, but now I'm gonna get it done for real! Maybe inside a little pink heart, with his name in blue ink like in my dream. On our first night in bed when he gets back I'm simply gonna let him find it. Show him I'm marked for life as his own."

Jessica gasped, and then giggled again. "Mistress!" she murmured, "are you sure they're in at the tattoo parlor this late on Sunday afternoons? And, uh... do I have the privilege of giving your sore inked spot a little aftercare when you get back home?"

"Maybe I should have called ahead but I think so, Jess, and yes, I could probably use a bit of tattoo aftercare. Now try and behave so I don't have to take you in hand tonight as well!"

"I can't promise that, Mistress," answered Jessica, "but I'll brat quietly and discreetly so you can discipline me quietly and discreetly too. Deal? At least until my-err, C. J. gets to sleep."

"More Topping from the bottom all the time!" sighed Felicia in mock irritation. "Jess, that theater tour didn't change you a bit! But it's a deal! Now let's find my Corvette."