This week I’m talking about implements I’ve broken during spankings. Click here to see the full list.

A few months after the first time we met, the woman in the first post of this series joined me in Maryland for another week of spanking adventures. I’d put in an order to Rite Aid for some items I needed, and I decided to pick up this hairbrush, which I destroyed in fewer than ten swats. It just went crunch. Needless to say, I never bought another hairbrush from them.

Here’s all the implements we used that week. You can see my razor strops, which I have since retired in favor of better straps.

At this point I’d figured out that a good spanking can leave someone merely pink and not absolutely destroyed. Also at this point this particular woman was calling me Daddy — the first of only two times I’ve ever been in a DD/lg relationship. I hadn’t realized how much I would enjoy it until it happened; until we tried it I’d always felt disdainful toward the idea. Just goes to show that even I was closed-minded once.