An Old Friend Reappears

Last week the roundtable discussion topic on the American Spanking Society had me thinking about the first pervertable I ever got spanked with. It was a wooden paint stirrer that we set aside to use strictly for spanking. Ron painted it gold and called it the Golden Paddle.

Did we still have it? I had long outgrown the thin wood paddle and had moved on to sturdier implements, and I hadn't seen it for a while. Had I thrown it away? I asked Ron if he knew where the Golden Paddle was.

"Sure," he replied. "It's in my bedside table."

"Really? I didn't know you'd kept it." Isn't he a sentimental softie? "Why isn't it in the toybox with the rest of the implements."

"There's no room. It's full."

I didn't think it was that full. Sure enough, when I peeked into the drawer later that day,  I saw my old friend and smiled, remembering the fun times we had shared. I think that next weekend GP will be joining us for some spanking fun. And I'm pretty sure I can make room for it with the rest of our toys.

Wednesday WIN

How times have changed.



This is the paint stirrer that I have known and hated loved all my adult life; it's a pretty effective spanking implement.

Now I find out that the wooden paint stirrer is old technology, as outdated as an eight-track cassette. Here's what modern decorators and spankers are using:



Thanks to David at A View from the Top for bringing me into the 21st century.

An Interesting Implement

While waiting for a haircut at my usual salon recently, I browsed the displays of items for sale, and something new caught my eye. About the same size as a paint stirrer but thicker and smoother, it was a wooden implement called a Pediclean. It was coated on both sides with rough and not-so-rough grit, and its real purpose was for removing layers of excess skin from feet.
When I picked one up it felt quite solid and substantial, and yes, the coarse coating would probably provide an exquisite sensation when energetically applied to another part of the body.
Definitely an improvement on the lowly paint stirrer.

Stirred, not Shaken

Recently I was doing some touch-up painting with some paint stored in the basement. I was able to shake the small can to stir the contents, but when I needed some paint from the large can, I had to go and find a paint stirrer. There were several among the painting supplies, and as I mixed the paint I fondly thought about the stick of wood I held in my hand.
A paint stirrer was our very first pervertable used for spanking. It was quite a few years ago, and Ron and I were redecorating. Each time we went out for more paint we would be given a free stirrer. I thought more and more about how much I wanted to feel that stick on my bare bottom. Going to the paint store became quite a turn-on for me. Finally I shyly asked Ron if he would spank me with our latest stirrer which was still unused. He thought that could be arranged, and took the pristine stick up to the bedroom.
We tried it out that night and boy, did it sting! It remained our only implement besides the dressage whip for many years. Then came the wooden spoon that Ron used to break our 2 1/2 year spanking fast. Once I began buying and experimenting with other implements, the stirrer - nicknamed the Golden Paddle by Ron, who painted it that colour - just didn't pack a sufficient wallop any more. So it sank to the bottom of the implement drawer and Ron hunted around for a substitute.

What did he come up with?
That's a story for another day.