The Right to Sign

Paddles generally reside relatively low on my list of favorite implements... Hard, wooden, unforgiving, and sometimes quite oar-ishly heavy, they can be quite a pain... literally. : ) This does not mean, however, that I can't appreciate their most satisfying and effective (occasional) use in spanking... Well-known here is my affinity for implements of the leather variety... but sometimes the stern woodiness of a paddle is a nice change of pace. :D

Just recently, I had the pleasure of being introduced to the paddle featured at left (speaking of oar-ish!!), thus having earned the right, as you can see, to place my name upon its soon-to-be extensive list of victims. : )

Not just a few light taps, either! We're talking being bent forward, gripping the seat of a chair, and taking four hard swats followed by a fifth that literally knocked me off my feet...! Thankfully, my jeans were allowed to absorb most of the sting, leaving me with the lovely (but no less intense) thuddy after-effect...

Signing paddles is something of a tradition, at least in the U.S., among fraternities and sororities and I'm sure a few other organizations... although I'm not sure that taking a paddling is a necessary prerequisite to signing the paddle in most cases... I know I've signed a fair few paddles as part of similar organizations, but this is the first time that such a requirement has presented itself to me -- and of course I leapt at the opportunity! :)

Thank you to my friend and spanker, and owner of this paddle... :) May you spank many more willing contributors to your list of paddle-worthy names!