When I am swinging the paddle, I position myself a few inches forward of the target, pull back and swing UP aiming for the meaty section. I imagine the paddle going through the target. In the last few inches of travel, I snap the paddle forward with my wrist. I listen for pleasing sound of the paddle making contact and a vocal exclamation from the target. One of life's simple pleasures.
When I am bending over, I expect the same from Becall.