The Verdict

Cane-iac's Smack Stick SR

It took a few weeks, but Ron finally noticed the red Smack Stick hanging on the wall rack of paddles.

"I don't think I've used this one before," he said.

"No. It's been hiding in a drawer for a while. I wasn't sure about using it," I replied as I undressed.

"Well, you'll find out soon," he smiled and smacked the stick against his hand.

He warmed me up with a couple of light leather paddles, but then cam the stick.

"Ow! That feels like a club!" I gasped.

"It feels like one to me too," Ron replied, and applied the stick with lighter strokes, but it still hurt a lot.

Chuckie, out neighbour's dog, was outside, and he's the type of dog that just barks for no reason. Not the excited "I see a squirrel!" bark, or the bored,  flat "Let me in" bark, but a continuous, monotonous noise common to small, yappy dogs.

Ron mused, "I wonder if Chuckie can hear us. We can hear him." The window was open.

"Ow! Maybe--ow!"

The smacks suddenly slowed down. "I'm keeping time with his barks," Ron explained. Oh, very creative.

Ron cycled through the implements he had chosen, and after a while my bottom became numb and the smack stick didn't hurt nearly as much, although it was still nasty when it connected with my upper thighs. I suspect it will stay in our arsenal and come out occasionally.

The next morning I could still feel the sting, which is unusual for me. I normally don't have any after effects, except in the shower. But that morning I was very glad that I wouldn't be sitting on any hard chairs or benches.

I leave it up to you whether you dare visit Cane-iac and order one.