Patty's Santa

We've got a paddle with a lovely and well known Santa spanking image, by Patty, on it. 

It's heavy and smooth and coated with thick varnish to protect it and ensure its longevity. It is quite brutal, I remember being shocked the first time it was used some years ago. It looked so cute on the Internet but in the flesh, and on the flesh, it is a monster.

My husband won't use it. I mean, a man who has hands which can be monstrous at times and who thinks nothing of whipping out a 30" rattan cane and using it when required, will not use it. Except.....during the festive season.

He used it on me Saturday. I had no idea what it was, only that it hurt a lot and that it seemed to ignite my whole bottom alarmingly quickly rather than by delicious painful increment which allows body and mind to adjust. He was spanking me, he claimed, to relieve stress but I told him I didn't have any stress well nothing over the normal. He said it was on its way, it always was at this time of year so he was preparing me for it. How thoughtful. I shouted at the first blow and each successive one up to about six (only six which is nothing for me) and then asked him through gritted teeth what it was. He could tell from my body movements that I was not liking it at all and, whilst that will definitely not stop him from spanking, it will make him review the reason for the spanking and whether it's appropriate or not. This wasn't punishment and he must have decided it was too hard because he continued (good) but with much lighter blows (excellent). Then after only about twenty he finished off with his hand, much to my relief and pleasure.

I turned round to see what he'd been using on me and the penny dropped. He said he was sorry, he'd forgotten how harsh it was, it hardly needs any effort to make a big impact, he said he'd use it again because it was appropriate to the time of year but he would be more mindful of its capability next time. Unless I'd been naughty of course, which he said with a smile. By that time my backside had recovered from its severity and the personal touch with his hand had made a delightful impression.

I got off his lap by slithering to the floor next to his knees, he had a substantial bulge in the front of his Kickers which he wears around the house sometimes because they don't have a zip or buttons so they slip straight on. From a girl's point of view, well a naughty one anyway, they're not fun because there's something sexy about undoing a man but not so sexy having to struggle to pull elasticated shorts down while he's sitting, especially when they're tented. Nevertheless, this particular naughty girl persevered and was rewarded with a mouth watering sight which she wasted no time attending to.

Have a good week.

Ronnie
xx