She stood at the foot of the bed holding her latest weapon. A heavy wooden paddle.
Such a simple device yet I could tell it conjured up complex ideas in her head.
And so I did.
I was nervous and excited at the same time. Trying not to whimper in anticipation of what was coming.
She ran her hands down my back and over my ass. Gently spreading my cheeks apart before giving me a gentle spanking with her hand.
“You need this don’t you?” She asked.
I didn’t realize it before she mentioned it but she was right.
“Yes” I whispered. Slightly embarrassed for some reason. Maybe because I realized yet again that she knew me better than I knew myself.
I answered louder and she let out a moan.
Then she began..
oooh, what is that made of? Metal? Wood? Such a pretty thing…puts thoughts in my head of what milady could do with it!
After all your pain training; I am sure you missed it. This looks like a lovely device to paddle with . . . firm, thick, and with holes! And the design is simply DIVINE!
Where can a woman find a boy like you?
And do I speak for all of your readers when I say we want to see photos of that red and warm ass of yours?
Amazing. This is not the first time I’ve wished my boy could express himself like you do.
Of course I can have both in a way, read your great blog posts and paddle his ass as much as I want. Life’s good!
such a beautiful device.
wow, inspiring thoughts to give my ‘him’ a tender and loved dehind, pitty my paddle is leather that one looks such a treat. Although it does have a heart shape cut out and if done well leaves such a stinging trail of white love hearts on his ass x
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