30 Weeks of Kink: The Toy Chest (Week 7)

Week 7: What’s your favorite toy?

I posted this question to twitter this week and heard a few good responses: hand (does this count?), belt, cane.  Personally, I find it a little harder to pin down.  I don’t have an implement collection as extensive as some people, but I’ve experienced what I’d consider a decent selection of toys.

Some were most likely one-offs.  The sjambok we played with only once and I don’t even really remember that well.  The acrylic cane that shattered the first time we used it.  These can be whittled off the list of possibilities fairly easily along with the wooden frat paddle and lexan paddle which I’m sure require no explanation 😉

But to pick one favorite from the remaining?  Nearly impossible.  Each one seems to fit a different type of spanking, all of which are equally important.  I can’t tell you how much I hate the bath brush, but sometimes it is the only thing that will do.  The combination of fierce sting, deep impact, unrelenting pace, and physical connection breaks me every time.  I cannot be brave or quiet or strong when faced with it, and sometimes that’s just what I need.

The cane, in contrast (depending on how it’s applied), can provide an opportunity to be stoic and strong.  Bearing its cuts in relative silence and stillness, each one punctuated only by a strained count and silent prayer.  There’s a dichotomy here: each individual stroke stripping away resolve, while layering on a sense of accomplishment for having made it this far.  Falling into his arms at the end feeling powerful, not powerless.

And of course we can’t forget straps and belts.  There’s something more intimate here – especially watching a belt pulled from its loops, doubled, gripped firmly in his hand while he stares at you with dark and slightly dangerous eyes.  They can be used almost gently, slowly, barely kissing your skin; or be raised ominously high and whipped unforgivingly down, the leather warming along your skin.

All of these have their place, and I haven’t even touched on the dressage whip, switches, birches, and others which add variety and subtly different experiences.  I’d be very sad to have to choose just one.  Luckily in life, as opposed to memes, I don’t have to.