One of these days there are going to be birthday gifts that
can be shown to people other than the readers of this blog... this was not one
of those birthdays...
Now it was purchased because it will make a great medical
prop for a photo shoot and it was at a very good discounted price. That was why
it was bought... that was the only reason. Anyway it was sitting on the couch
and so was He. Except He was fondling the paddle in a very alarming manner...
it was being picked up and swished through the air, checked for flex, smacked
on the leather of the couch and.... The whole thing was rather off putting to
one small slave at the other end quietly eating breakfast. And really one
should listen to those little warning voices... they have a distressing way of
being right...
Because He decided to have an experimental swat with the
damn thing... on real flesh. One small slave's real flesh...
It thudded down with a crack and then the burn started...
Through layer upon layer of flesh...
There were swear words and there might have been a small screech...
or two.
Actually there might have been a promise to never be bad
again...
Needless to say He was thrilled...
Mutters that paddle is going to disappear into a props
container... somewhere at the bottom of a large stack of them... never to see
the light of day again...
He is not of that opinion L







