“You want me to spank you, don’t you?”

“Sure.”

“Where’s your paddle?.”

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Slow down there partner.

I have a confession to make.  I don’t like paddles.

It’s taken a moment to figure out why, and express that why but in the year o our lord & sailor 20&17 I have to make this general announcement.  With many new followers, and many new prospects I need to put this out here so that we can focus our discussions on something more productive.

I do not like paddles.  I do not like to be paddled [usually].

I’ve been known to stop a S&M scene because of a paddle.  I’ve physically picked up a paddle and thrown it across the room.  My ongoing and sincere apologies to Sir J Black.

If you come at me with a paddle, and you have not done the prep work to get me in the mental headspace to tolerate a paddle, it’s gonna go bad. Very bad. For you.

I haven’t always hated paddles. Early on in my journey a paddle was a go-to make me wet and want more tool.  Over the years my affection for the paddle waned.

I can admit that it’s in part because of over exposure.

The thing about paddles is that everyone has one.  Everyone has something that is either a paddle or can be used as a paddle. Every novice stepping into kink for the first time has a paddle. Paddles are instruments of ass destruction that are easy to use, simple to learn, and hard to fuck up. Not impossible, but hard.

Every new Sadomasochist on the block wants to hit me with a paddle.

I’m over it.

That is where my paddle avoidance comes from, I am beyond the new and want to kink it up a notch. When you approach me with a paddle my brain says you aren’t about that life, and I want you to be about that life.

“You’re gonna get spanked asap.”

In Aphrodite’s head there is bare handed spanking combined with teeth and nails and biting. There is close body proximity where smells and sounds are fueling us to do other things.

When you bring out a paddle you are separating yourself from me and our ability to feed each other.

I sit and reflect on that night, the night this conversation happened and I can hear my vagina drying.

Yes I want you to spank me, but I want you to SPANK me.  Leave that paddle over there until you make me crave more.

Make me want you. Make me crave you. Make me desire you. Make me want more. Make me ASK for that paddle just don’t whip it out.

That’s lazy. I am worth more than lazy.

It’s going to take time and commitment to get you onto my level. There are so many levels to my kink, my arousal, my existence sexually you could spend years exploring me and not experience the same things twice.

I am willing to take you on this ride.  I am.

You have to let go of this paddle concept though. At least until you’ve earned the lust that compels me to beg for it. You will like it when I beg, trust me.

Aphrodite Brown