Many years ago Bacall found a discarded wooden batten at our sail club. She judged it perfect for frying her inner thighs. Yeah, strange, right? I tried it, but did not care for it on my inner thighs, but liked it on the front and backs of my legs. Yeah, strange, right?
This fellow's legs look like mine after she works her magic on me. Once the thigh fry is done, she switches to a wood paddle to make my bottom glow. It's like two paddings rolled into one.