Paddle Me...

This is the kind of paddle I own.
I bought it before I met my Master, I was still single at the time.

I somewhat resent it because he didn't choose it. It was a random novelty impulse buy.
I suppose I still miss it though, the crack of it against my skin, the sting as it makes contact with me.

I still want it to be used on me.

But I want him to buy other paddles, wide dark rectangles of leather bliss...
I want to know that he has chosen what to use to punish me, tease me, please me.



I want a range of paddles in different sizes and shapes that I can bring to him on demand, the handles in my mouth as I crawl across the floor.

I want to be bent over his knee as he rains down short blows across my skin, bent with my elbows on the bed and my ass sticking in the air as longer harder swings are aimed at me.

I long for it. Crave it.