I was right to worry about the implements Abel had bought on his trip away. We got to test them out and… ouch.
The wooden spoon has a remarkably long handle, which makes it more of a ceremonial implement than your normal rapid-fire spoon. It’s almost a paddle. And it hurts like the blazes.
What really made me howl, though, is the new olivewood brush. It’s tiny, probably smaller than the palm of my hand, and looks deceptively benign. I wasn’t too worried about it – and what a mistake! The first stroke made my eyes water, and the second (and all the subsequent ones) had me howling. This being a test spanking, Abel probably only smacked me a dozen times, but I was as sore and wrung out as if I’d had a lengthy punishment.
“Wow, your bottom is so red,” Abel marvelled when he let me up. He sounded very surprised.
Yeah… my bottom had kept colliding with wooden household items.
The new WMDs sound evil and horrid! Maybe you should post pictures so we can see just how mean they are.
I sympathise – it was an olivewood spoon that was the first implement that ever made me safeword.
Olivewood is EVIL! You are a brave girl missy – hugs xx
Olivewood – didn’t you break an olivewood spoon, or have it broken on you?!
Whoops, that was to EJ. Aka “The Spoon Destroyer”. 14 euro, that cost, you know.
@eliane – ah yes the 14 euro olive spoon. One of my finest moments 😉
I have to say, these comments have been quite informative! I LOVE olive wood implements for cooking, but now that I’ve heard how evil they are when put to other tasks I will be sure to avoid them next time I’m browsing in my favorite cooking store. Thank you Haron, for learning this valuable lesson for me so that I can skip it 😉