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Bethie posted yesterday about her new present — some pink cuffs and paddles from Westward Bound. No link there, because pleased as we are with the merchandise, my customer experience was very poor.

I was prepared to cut Westward Bound some slack, as they are located in the UK and I know it’s a challenge to deliver merchandise across the Atlantic with any reasonable speed. But this was ridiculous.

Folks, go look at the picture on Bethie’s post — it’s a heart-shaped paddle. I ordered it for a Valentine’s Day present — and got it in June.

January 25: I placed the order. Yes, I know mail from the UK can take more than a month, but I can live with this present being late. And sometimes I have better luck — it might arrive by February 14.

February 12: I received a “courtesy email” telling me that “all is going well with my order” and they will notify me “when your order is in our despatch department.” What the fuck? More than three weeks later and they haven’t even shipped? And no reason offered for the delay? That’s just ridiculous. I appreciate the courtesy email, but I’m gathering that these people aren’t serious about mail order. Whatever has happened to my order, all is not “going well” or it would be in the mail by now.

March 28: Due to circumstances beyond my control, I have to change my mailing address. Still haven’t heard from Westward Bound, and it’s probably too late to charge back the credit card, so I write the order off in my mind.

March 29: With perfect timing, email arrives from Westward Bound telling me my order has been shipped, about nine weeks after I placed it. I attempt to make arrangements to have the package intercepted at the old mailing address, but I don’t have much faith in the arrangements.

June 6: Another email from Westward Bound telling me that my package was returned. No suprise there. The suprise: They’ll be happy to reship, but only if I authorize another seven pounds and 22 pence charge on my credit card to cover the expense. So I wrote back and explained that the package return was due, in large part, to their extreme delay in shipping. I authorized the charge, but explained that I was not happy with their causing me to incur it. (At this point, an outfit concerned with the customer experience would have acknowledged their fault and re-shipped for free.)

June 7: Email from Westward Bound indicates that my package has been reshipped. The shipping charge appears on my credit card: $13.32 at current exchange rates.

June 23: Package arrives at about the usual speed for trans-Atlantic parcels. Note that if they’d shipped when I ordered the merchandise, I’d have had it well before Valentine’s Day.

The strong point about dealing with Westward Bound is that they do a good job with the automated status emails. But actual order fulfillment appears to suck stale donkey brains. More than two full months to ship an order? With no explanation? Simply not reasonable.

The paddle and cuffs, themselves, I’m fairly pleased with. They are pretty and pink and they make Bethie happy. Quality, however, is not extreme, and certainly doesn’t match the premium prices charged by Westward Bound. The paddle has some rough stitching and loose knots on the back, and the cuffs arrived with several small scratches where the pink “leather paint” has already been scratched away exposing the dark leather beneath. Nothing to complain about, but nothing special in the quality department either.

All in all, not a vendor I could recommend in good faith.

This is surely another one of those posed spanking photos from the genre of “I’ll hold my hand up in the air like this while you bend over and stick your butt out and look cute” — there seems little chance that palm ever touched panty here. But it’s still very cute:

From Usenet.

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From Annie’s Blog, some short notes on Father’s Day shopping (you have to go read to get the chasing-and-spanking-while-talking-like-Donald-Duck):

This tack shop is a hoot – there’s a sign on the wall with all the crops and other paraphernalia that says “Not For Use on Humans”. Obviously they know all of their clietele aren’t horse owners. Heh. I found a long, thin very sexy crop that I decided was perfect. Nothing else like that in Robert’s toy cabinet. I got the guy who owns the flower shop in my store’s center to give me a long-stem rose box to put it in. Since it looked kinda lonely in there, I decided to make a ribbon-tied switch bundle as well.

Jeez, I’m a glutton for punishment. Did I think he wasn’t going to actually, yanno, use that stuff??

Of course, that was the wrong answer:

I felt the full brunt of that crop later during our Sunday Play Session. SHIT! That fucker really hurts!!! Two days later my ass and thighs are still tender and sporting stripes! (The switch was comforting salve in comparison.) Of course, that’s now Robert’s favorite toy.

Heh, isn’t it always thus? I know my favorite toy is always whatever left interesting marks most recently on Bethie’s bottom….

This is just too cute for words! Found on Flickr:

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For those of you who like to get some of your spanking jollies from the mainstream media, here’s a hot Sam Waterston spanking tip from Natty’s Spanking Blog:

Sam Waterston is like my quintessential paternal spanko figure. He always manages to come up with facial expressions that encompass everything I’d want in a daddy: moral principal, scolding, consternation, with a tad bit of gentleness thrown in. He’s been in my spanking fantasies since I first saw him in “I’ll Fly Away,”(an absolutely brilliant television show from 1991 that made me go “wow, I never thought television could get this good!”). Those fantasies became even more acute after he played a father who whips his daughter with a belt in the movie, “Man in the Moon.”

Quick check so you don’t have to: Yes, you can Netflix that.

I suppose it’s old-fashioned of me to label girl/girl spankings as “lesbian” — to be sure, that’s a time-honored porn convention, but the truth is that most girl/girl porn neither features actual lesbians nor is made for the pleasure of lesbians. I doubt that was any different in the bygone era when this photograph was shot:

If one toy is fun, more toys are apparently better. Such a fun time at Patty’s house:

Then he stopped kneading and lifted what I soon discovered was the school master strap. The first stroke of it burned white hot across my bottom exactly across the flange of the butt plug. The combination of extreme burning pain, intensified vibration and the knocking of the plug inside me against the vibrator in my pussy was amazing.

“Oh Gawd!” I lifted my bum hoping for another one just like that. It wasn’t long before I was given exactly that.

My arms and legs strained involuntarily against the cuffs and ropes that held them as my body tensed and writhed with the incredible intensity of pleasure and pain. The blindfold kept my senses focused inside my body. Fred set up a rhythm with the strap so that the wanton greedy movements of my hips effectively helped me fuck myself on the Rabbit. The sensation of it gliding inside me against both my g-spot in front and the vibrating butt plug behind drew me deeper inside my body. The pain of the strap became shear white-hot heaven, and yet it was like the only part of me that existed was my invaded pulsing pelvis.