Woodn't it be nice?

One of the problems that plague most people of a spankophile nature is the sometimes harsh divide between fantasy and reality. In my own case, I am a huge fan of wooden paddles--but they don't always work well in real life because any paddle with a decent amount of heft is liable to end a scene pretty quickly.



This is why leather advocates go up in arms all the time about the flexibility and longevity that belts and straps provide. And hey, I'm all about belts and straps.

(And have you ever noticed how factionalized a bunch of spankophiles get? We're already about as niche you you can be, but you've still got teams going "OTK!" "No, over the sofa!" "Leather!" "Hairbrushes!" Hey, slow down people--we need to stick together. After all, it's just us standing between the horde of middle-of-the-road, braindead masses who would rather watch The World According to Jim than give or receive a good spanking.)



But there's something about the pure, unforgiving power of a wooden paddle--the real estate it covers, the shock of its thud hitting the skin, the schoolroom aesthetic that it calls into play.

The trick is to use a paddle sparingly, and if you're going to use a fairly decent or thick one, don't expect a long playing time--because there's very few butts who can really hold up to extensive play.



(Well, okay, except for Rosaleen Young. You go, girl! Oh wait...you already did and left the industry. I guess the paddle was a bit too harsh for you.)

But even when you exhaust the paddling possibilities in real life, there's always fantasy...