I knew exactly what kind of day I was going to have when Kincaid asked if I would step into his workshop. Kincaid is a master craftsman for leather paddles, you see. Want to guess who his product tester is?

Once I was naked, he strapped me down to the spanking bench. In the case of product testing, my safeword will get me a reprieve, possibly a potty break, but it won’t end the session. I’ve long since agreed to this.

The first paddle was a small, hard piece of wood covered in leather with holes poked through. I didn’t think it would be too bad. I was mistaken. Kincaid makes sure to cover my entire bottom and sometimes my upper thighs and calves with blows ranging from light kisses to bone jarring smacks. Twenty was the usual number Kincaid had decided was necessary for full testing. By the time he finished, I was tender and wet as a fish. Once finished, I gave him my review.

“It’s far more powerful than I expected, Kin. Small, compact, but carries through. It’s a proper tool but would need to be used judiciously, otherwise, I can see someone getting carried away and actually harming a sub.”

Kincaid always placed suggestions and warnings on his labels.

He thanked me then moved on to paddle number 2. This time, it was a thick leather mini paddle with intricate tooling and a wooden handle. He’d made this one with travel in mind as it would easily fit inside a backpack, he explained as he went to town on my now aching ass. By the time he finished, the first tears were beginning to run down my face.

“It’s heavy, Kin, but gives a perfect thuddyt spanking. I’m starting to cry, but I think it’s more from frustration than anything. My bottom certainly knows it’s been spanked, but it doesn’t hurt.”

“I can take care of that, love.” With that, he pulled out his third product. A leather crop with a metal dildo for a handle.

“I’m not sure about how well this will work for a handle, but let’s start with it’s other use,” he murmured, inserting the cool tool into my weeping tunnel. The moment he had pushed it inside of me, my muscles contracted, and I orgasmed, screeching my pleasure. After three more releases, he decided to use the other end on me.

This time, I needed my safeword. The end of the crop was sharp

as a knife and hot as a flame. It was perfect. Kincaid decided the dildo would not work as a handle, so instead made a notation to hold the crop below the dildo for ease of use. He then rubbed a sweet smelling cooling cream on my ass and allowed a twenty minute break before carrying on.

He had four more paddles to test – a double tawse, a leather belt, a rectangular paddle with the word “owned” raised on it, and an oval paddle with the word “slut” carved into it.

By the time he finished, I could barely walk. Yes, my ass, thighs, and calves were on fire and I’d likely be feeling the effects for several days, but more so because every step caused my swollen labia to press against my clit causing the most delightful chain reaction.

Seeing this, Kincaid smiled knowingly and ordered me onto the bed, three pillows beneath my hips, face down, ass up.

Product testing day is my favorite!