It was my turn to choose the implements, so I brought out the belt, a white plastic spatula, and the new brown wooden paddle. Ron hadn't seen the paddle before, but he admired it and tested it against his palm as I explained the story behind it.
"So what do you think it is?" I asked.
"It's a paddle."
"Yes, but do you think someone made it for spanking? What was it for?" I persisted.
" It must be a ping pong paddle."
"A homemade ping pong paddle? But there was only one. I don't think so."
The first swats made me realize I had made a very unwise purchase, and that it was even more unwise (unwiser?) to argue. The homemade paddle set my bottom on fire immediately, and I had to beg Ron to slow down. He did, but didn't lessen the force of the impact.
"I'm taking that thing back to the store on Monday," I complained. Ron chuckled and ignored my outburst.
Finally he stopped and changed implements. The smack and thud of the leather belt was a welcome relief. I see far too little of it, so when I do it's always a treat.
Soon he switched to the slim white spatula and administered some rapid-fire staccato swats. I thought of the "Rapid-Fire Challenge" on Top Chef. I was undergoing my own challenge, and it wasn't in the kitchen. But it wasn't so bad now that my bottom was well warmed up.
All too soon, Ron went back to the wooden paddle. "I like this," he said. "It has a nice ring to it." He played a merry one-note tune on my reddened globes. I don't know exactly what it was but it clearly ended with "Shave and a haircut, two bits."
"I suppose if you had a collection of different sizes you could play a real tune," I observed.
No reply, except an energetic application of the paddle. The belt was ignored from then on. Ron alternated between the two stingy implements: the high-pitched white whacker and the deeper-voiced paddle.
"Yes, I really like this ping pong paddle. How much was it?"
"A dollar ninety-nine. Are we done here?"
"That was a real bargain. Okay, you're done. You're glowing in the dark."
Ron has a new favourite implement. Oh, goody.
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11 comments:
Always be careful what you wish for, you might get it.
I'm afraid you couldn't take it back since it's used now. Guess you'll just have to live with it :).
I want a picture! I've bought many implements that had me shaking my head and asking myself 'What were you thinking?'
Hugs,
PK
LOL, ping pong paddle, what a good name for it.
Love,
Ronnie
xx
Bogie - Yes, I've learned that the hard way.
Mick - You're right. It's been sullied.
PK - A picture of my bottom? I'm afraid I'm much too shy to do something like that.
Ronnie - Yes, for my 2 cheeks - ping and pong :D
Hugs,
Hermione
It is made of wood. Do you have a fire place in your house?
Prefectdt
Best stay out of the thrift store for a while :-)
Sorry Hermione, I was wanting a picture of the paddle - I didn't click on the link you included. I like the looks of it.
PK
Prefectdt - Yes, but it's a gas insert. There's no way to put anything inside.
KellyRed - That would be wise.
PK - I was confused. I'm sure you would love it!
Hugs,
Hermione
Wonderful change of pace when you get to pick the implements. Three is such a good number for a variety of sting, oww, and OMG! Glad to hear what a great purchase you made! After washing it, you should serve cheese on it just for the hidden thrill.
great post... and it is Sunday again..happy spanking!
Red
Red - Serve cheese on it? We would both burst out laughing, especially if company were present. Cute idea, though.
I really am delighted Ron likes it so much. There was a time when he didn't think we needed any more implements, and didn't like trying anything new.
We are moving forward!
Hugs,
Hermione
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