I have actually carried this paddle into fetish clubs, on countless times. Sticking it in my back pocket (with the handle facing upwards), it wouldn't take long before some girl would grab it. This was an open invitation for me to take it back, and then paddle them. That is how I met the woman, who ended up cutting my hair for a couple of years. Her name was Vicki, who also learned about domestic discipline, from my submissive Mary and myself. She preferred private spankings if they were bare-bottomed. There was hardly a Saturday that went by, that either Mary or myself (sometimes both of us) were not heating up Vicki's (and others) butts, in the club-owner's private bathroom ( needless to say, he was a friend)

So, certain implements have such a robust history with me, I feel that passing down spankings years later with them have more meaning. To me an implement is (was) never just an implement. It is a tool that has been honed over time.