Leather paddle Stories

“What’s this?” he asked, his real question being what it was doing stuck in her sofa’s cushions. “Oh. Um. Oh, Gabe,” she stammered, knowing there was no harmless explanation for it and honesty was the only way to go, but so afraid of what he’d think of her secret. “That’s my … my spanking paddle.” “I don’t understand,” he said, knowing what it was and that she’d claimed ownership of it, doing nothing to aid his confusion....