An African Rosewood tree was felled and gave part of its heart for the thing I hold in my hand. Its handle fits comfortably in my closed fist. The head is oval, roughly four inches by three and a half inch thick. The surfaces are finished and smooth as glass. It feels heavy for its size; all the better for its intended use. It has never been used on anyone else but you. It’s function is to bruise your sit-spots so that you remember your punishment for a week or longer.
Now, come here.
