An empty room is an empty room...

Hello again!

I had planned on providing an apology to begin this post, for what seems to be the imagined transgression of not having posted in what one may deem as too long. However, I have decided that this blog was not created for the purpose of my own contrition, but for the description of the punishment of one Abby Williams. That said, we can get on to the good parts.

There is a certain excitement to shopping for things in the flesh that the Internet will never be able to replace, be it the smell of new leather, hearing the swish of rattan, or the weight and size of a wooden paddle in your hand prior to its purchase. For living in a fairly large city (although quite small by comparison of where Abby and I hail from) there are very few suitable establishments for the procurement of spanking implements. Nevertheless, Abby and I do love to shop, and will infrequently visit one of the more "standard" sex shops for the singular purpose of the aforementioned excitement. There is something so special about: A) sharing the experience with one another from the shopping, to the purchase, to the walk back to the car (and on a personal note, I like to park a fair bit away to cherish the moment just that much longer), and of course the long ride home holding and inspecting your new toy (perhaps even brandishing it in the direction of a horrible driver on the way home, it works better than any one finger) and: B) of course, the instant gratification of "trying out" your new toy, either on the abandoned side street you stumbled on to on the way home, or perhaps the empty elevator up to your floor.