Double your Pleasure

While cleaning out my closet the other day I came across this pair of paddles. I bought them in a thrift shop over a year ago and told you about them on Bonnie's blog, but I never had a chance to try them out. What was I waiting for? There's no time like the present so I carried them into our bedroom, retrieved our toy box from its hiding place under the bed, placed them on top, and slid the box back under before I could change my mind.

A few hours later I was summoned to the bedroom for s spanking. Ron sat on the bed and on the floor at his feet was the open toy box.

"You choose," he commanded.

The paddles had been right on top but now were nowhere to be seen. I glanced quickly around the room, thinking Ron had already selected them, but I didn't see them. My husband frowned at my hesitation, so I quickly chose a leather paddle and a wooden spatula and handed them to him. Ron nodded his approval then asked, "How about the riding crop?" so I gave him that too, because it wasn't really a question; it was an order.

I bent over and waited. There was silence, then the scrape of a drawer opening. What was going on?

I didn't have long to wonder, for almost immediately I felt the double impact. Whack! Both cheeks were assaulted at once. I turned and looked back. Ron was smiling and holding up the pair of paddles. Sneaky guy!

So he carried on, using first one, then the other, then both.

"I want to see if there's a difference," he explained.

"Feel free to ask my opinion," I retorted. "I ought to know! Actually, they both feel the same."

"No, I think this one's a little louder," and he demonstrated.

As the action progressed, and he returned to the paddles as he went through the rotation of implements, the swats became harder. Ron loves paddles that make a big sound.

"Hey," I protested after an especially loud and hard swat. "You'll break that."

"It's okay, I have a spare."

Needless to say, the paddles are here to stay. No more hiding in the closet for the Atlantic City twins.