Thanks to thoughtful Pat, I now have at my disposal some awesome new discipline instruments.  The shiny silver metal paddle from Chicago Tool Works is an amazing implement.  Kept in the refrigerator, it can be brought out to administer icy-cold justice to the squirming, innocent nether regions of the submissive man who deserves some good old-fashioned corporal punishment.  The smacking sound it makes is music to my tiny, pink shell-like ears.  (you don't think I would admit to having cauliflower ears from my early days as a lady boxer do you? ha ha just kidding, my ears are cute but not quite shell-like (thank goodness).

Am I going to hold back, just because he begs for mercy with his attentive eyes?  The paddle makes a nice glinting flash in the air as I weild it.  Metal will do that.

I think not.  In fact, I am the kind of lady who, once she sets her mind to something, believes in follow-through.  So begging with one's eyes will not bring relief.

Follow-through of a paddle stroke can often mean that the bare bottom ZINGS even more as I angle it up, or down, as the mood strikes me, as I am teaching the wayward male a lesson.

I am not heartless.  Or at least, not all the time.  A begging and cajoling can turn my ear slightly.  Or it might make me even more firm in my resolve to teach the good client a lesson.

In addition to this awesome new paddle, Pat also gifted me with a rubber spanking loop that has a nice bounce when put to the ass of a spanking candidate, and a cane with a flexible, clear shaft and a beautiful, gleaming silver handle.  The handle fits perfectly in my small hand.  That cane is enough to make a grown man howl.

The Spanking Horse is doing its work nicely.  I am proud of how it subdues a man.  I've already grown fond of a few new habits -- rubbing my ass against the unfortunate, captive man's face as he is bound to it.  And if he tries to turn his head away, as a recent young man attempted to do, he is only assured of more "ass face time" as I guess I should call it.  Ha ha ha.  Remember,when you are bound to the Spanking Horse, as when you are bound in my Bondage Chair, the best policy is to go along with the program.  Fighting is futile and will only annoy the petite goddess.  And heaven help you if she honors you with a butt rub and you turn your handsome face away, like a helpless child avoiding the bully's Dutch Rub.

Anyhow, I've been having an enjoyable end of summer season with clients who have faithfully entrusted their need to submit to me coming into my session space and being surprised to see the Spanking Horse sitting there, awaiting my instructions.  Isn't fall the best time of year to go horseback riding, after all?

Cool air, sparkling sunshine, burning leaves and a burning ass...

Mistress Aubrey