Bonnie commented on a recent post about paddles. The gal was smiling and holding a long narrow paddle.
I believe if you look carefully at the photo of the smiling woman, you will see the reason for her good humor. The paddle she is holding has split right down the center, presumably while assaulting her posterior. At this point, barring a backup paddle, the spanking is over and she has achieved a rare victory over a fierce foe.
There is definitely a feeling of accomplishment associated with proving oneself tougher than a wooden spanking paddle. For me, the only downside is that Randy is likely to select a thicker, heavier, and more painful implement for next time.
Thanks for reminding me of this Bonnie. I think Erica has posted about her delight in breaking paddles on more than once occasion. Bacall does not have Erica’s iron bottom, but she delights in breaking paddles. I recall Bacall’s “admiration” of the Sherriff’s paddle that was sold by Raven Hill. With the large surface area and holes, it looked formidable, but it proved flimsy.
Picture of us, taken by us
On it’s first use, she bent over the couch and I whooshed it around to get her reaction to the air going through the holes. She clinched. I popped her and she squealed. Then she said I thought that it was going to sting, but it didn’t. I wound up and popped her again, but there was no sound. The handle had separated from the blade. Fortunately, we had backups.
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