I thought I had put our oldest paddle – the one Bacall put in my stocking our first Christmas together – in the Jeep for the trip. I wanted one paddle handy for spur-of-the-moment bottom warmings when we were on a Jeep trail.
I could not find it on the trip. When we got home I removed the five containers in the back of the Jeep that hold self-rescue items, emergency camping supplies, etc. It was not there. I wondered if it had somehow gotten in our Toy Bag. A bag we once carried to parties, but now holds toys we don’t use, but can not part with. In the bag, I found this paddle.

We have no memory of this paddle. I did not make or buy it. So it must have been a gift, but from who?
The last place I looked was the toy drawer in our bedroom dresser. And there covered by other toys was our red paddle. We promptly tried it out. It was not as fearsome as I recalled it. Not even close to Teachers paddle, the one in the middle. [Bacall’s fav light paddle is on the right]

It was good to find it. I am sure I have recounted this story before. This was the paddle Bacall put in my stocking.

After a while, she broke it on me. I did not have a workshop in our early marriage, so I bought another one and glued them together, and painted it red. Ho boy did the extra weight give a hot bottom.
This is a paddle a cyber friend recently made. I can not tell unless I hold, or better feel, if a paddle will be thuddy or stingy. Is the spankee supposed to gain respect for the paddle or the spanker?
Adm note: I can’t figure it out 2 or 3 people signup as followers every day. But page views are one-third of what they were two months ago. That was when we were traveling and I was short of time and bandwidth and quit posting five days a week. Now back to more regular posting but eyeballs are still off. Maybe WordPress changed how they count?
You must be logged in to post a comment.