What's it Really For?

I'll bet you're all wondering what I decided on for Ron's Christmas implement. There were a lot of possibilities, but my mind kept returning to a roundish leather paddle that I had seen in a store when I bought "Black Beauty" - our leather slapper. I thought the two would make a lovely set. I found their website and the paddle arrived just in time for Christmas. I was even home at the time and intercepted the parcel when it arrived.

It's not exactly like this, but pretty close.


When Ron opened the gift bag on Christmas morning and unwrapped the paddle, his eyes widened. He turned it over to examine both sides, then remarked that it was pretty heavy-duty, and didn't have much give.

"Yes, well, I'm sure you'll be able to handle it," I reassured him, "and so will I."

"I suppose I can put it under the tree with the rest of the presents. We aren't expecting company." And he put it down among our other opened gifts.

So there it lay until the following afternoon, when Ron said," I'll use the new whacker on you tomorrow."

"Great!"

"So, what's it really for?"

"Huh? It's a paddle. What do you think it's for?" I wasn't expecting that question. Wasn't it obvious?

"It must be for something else. Is it for whacking livestock?"

I guess I've been buying too many implements at the tack shop. "No, it's for discipline, for paddling. It isn't for anything else; it was made specifically for spanking."

"Yeah, right... Is it some kind of spatula?"

"Look, I'll send you the link to the website. All they sell is stuff for spanking."

I suppose Ron was convinced; he didn't mention it again. And in case you were wondering, he handled it like a pro the next day. It felt exactly the way I had hoped it would -- solid and fairly stingy, and the sting didn't lessen over the duration of the spanking. I was still squeaking and squirming when he decided he had made a sufficient impact on my bottom.

Oh, and he's named it "Big Bertha."