It takes a ruthless cold heart to sort through these entries and pick winners. So many of you sent me pictures of asses or little e-mails where you make your best passionate plea for a paddle. I want to give you all a paddle but damn it, the Publix doesn’t seem to think they need 30 pizza shovels on stock. They gave me a weird look for buying three as it is. So I am forced to pick winners when I feel like all of you are winners.
I am not sure if I can announce who won. There is a certain level of anonymity in BDSM. We all live secret lives and we don’t know if the person next to us in the grocery store is buying that pizza shovel for pizza or hot ass. Kinky folks are out there, and you’ll have an easier time finding someone else who likes spanking than you will finding an extraterrestrial, a ghost or a dungeon without a black color scheme. Maybe I shouldn’t tell you so you’ll be extra nice to your next date, not knowing if he has a paddle tucked under his car seat.
I will tell you there were three winners. One was a man who loves his wife very much and complained about the lack of good paddles. Another was from a woman who’s never been spanked with a paddle at all and she wanted her boyfriend to wield my token like a blessing. The last winner was a woman who asked for the paddle, asked to be bruised and asked to be used in so many ways with such a simple pizza shovel. Yeah, that will get you a prize.
But much like Wesley, I plan to call without warning. If you submitted an entry, keep half an eye on your e-mail. As more shovels arrive, I plan to keep giving them away. Heck, keep submitting if you like. You never know when a paddle might be coming your way.