Sometimes a little distance is necessary.  As much as I love using my hands (and I really 

Sometimes a little distance is necessary. 

As much as I love using my hands (and I really love using my hands), having you be able to feel my skin on yours, even if it is on the receiving end of a blow, is a comfort. It’s a connection, a reassurance, even. 

The distance afforded by a swatch of leather, or a flogger, or even the backside of a hairbrush, changes things on such a fundamental psychological level. It takes away the empirical evidence, the immediacy of sensation, that I’m the one doing these things. Instead, you have to confirm with your eyes, which is quite the thing when you’ve got some hard plastic or leather coming down on your exposed rear. 

Plus, sometimes my hand gets tired. I’m only human, after all.