I had a new toy delivered today sir, a leather paddle perfectly suited to the seat of a schoolgirl’s skirt, or underneath.
I haven’t had the chance to try it yet, but I think I know the perfect spot: bent over my desk, standing on the tips of my toes, skirt up, panties down.
They're so much more than smacking implements, they're tools for stroking, teasing, and arousing too.
She might keep the paddle in her handbag, so the instrument of her own discipline is always close-by. Unseen by others, yet still lingering large in her mind.
Then, when she gets home, and has dressed in her uniform, the face of a paddle can be slipped down the front of her school knickers, and rubbed across her bare mound to test the smoothness of her shave.
Or it might be slipped down the back her knickers, and kept there for a while, in contact with her bottom, as a reminder of what she has in store. Or placed in her bra, the handle dangling down between her breasts.
Perhaps she's imagining being sent to her bedroom, or having to stand at the front of the class. The paddle has been put between her buttocks, the edge of the paddle resting in the groove of her slit, parting her lips.
Before a smack has even landed, she should feel the cool smooth leather surface on her skin, increasing her anticipation, inducing tingles and goosebumps.
When her panties eventually do come right down, the paddle should be stroked across her bare bottom repeatedly, sensitising her skin, and arousing her mind. She knows a stinging smack might land at any moment, but a skilful disciplinarian will make her wait.
The flat side of the paddle can rove across her thighs and calves. Then be used to tap between her thighs to widen her stance, until the gap is big enough to stroke between her legs. How naughty for a girl who's about to be spanked to rub herself against the very implement that's about to smack her bottom.
When the spanks do eventually start, a good disciplinarian will pause regularly to rub the hot pink patches with the cool leather surface. But why shouldn't the paddle rove all across her body? Caressing the blushing cheeks of her face, or right down her forearms, across her sweaty palms, using the edge of the paddle to tickle between her tingly fingers.
And then, when a remote part of her body is tingling, several more hard smacks will bring her attention back to her bare bottom. Perhaps she'll be spanked on her thighs, and mound, and pussy too.
Afterwards, once her bottom is hot and stinging, the paddle can become a means of soothing, stroking and massaging the gift of soreness that's been bestowed.
Or she might be told to clench the paddle between her smarting cheeks as she stands in the corner, knowing she dare not let it fall.
I think you better fetch the leather paddle, young lady.