But I did get a nice massage – feet included. I swear a good foot massage ranks right up there with a spanking for how good it can make me feel. So not wearing much I snuggled down in the bed only to have a deck of cards suddenly handed to me with the request “pick six”. As I picked my cards I saw that 6 of our implements had been laid out beside me. He went by the number on the card and stated that face cards were 20. I know I drew a 6 for the leather paddle, nice warm up. And then I remember for sure the crop was used for a while- I remember especially what a nice sound it was making as well as a wonderful sting. I believe it was around nine with the piece of leather from the Williamsburg shoe shop and a fantastic face card (20) with his belt! I do like it doubled – more thud than sting and I love it.
But for one implement I drew a two. That was fine because I drew it for the bath brush, who needs much with the bath brush after all? But evidently he felt that with only two each one should count. OMG!! He must have been holding back when we have played with it before because this made an impression like no other! My hat is off to Lori because I know Joe uses this weapon of ass destruction often. If much of this thing was in my future I think I would weigh 100 pounds and have an immaculate home!
But once the cards ran out Nick was looking around for a few implements we hadn’t used in a while. He got out the big mean paddle he made for me but with the first swat part of it broke away. I am not sure exactly what happened, it didn’t exactly break. I think it can be repaired but I still thought it was funny. I think that is 2 for me lately but when Nick reached down under the bed he brought out an old ping pong paddle – I mean OLD ping pong paddle. He gave me one good pop and then the paddle exploded! Or anyway it appeared to. The thin covering of rubber had dry rotted and with one good whack the rubber nearly disintegrated into confetti and flew all over the bed! Well that was the end of the spanking but the fun continued. Until we tried to get all the little pieces of rubber up. What can I tell you, it was a great afternoon.
Now by my count that is THREE implement that lost to my butt in recent months. The paddle ball paddle, the big mean paddle and the ping pong paddle! Doesn’t that mean I get to go implement shopping?
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