10" Mini

The Mini really is a tiny little whip. Green strands of latex cascade down from a sculpted handle which fits daintily into a woman's petite palm. It can be of use in bedroom play for those gentler and more patient than I, no doubt, but I happen to like my whippings all-ahead-full, and applied with a full-sized flog. The Mini proved of no uncertain utility to yours truly, however, and I'll tell you how. Because the Mini looks for all the world like a toy —something you'd pull from a Happy Meal if Ronald McDonald happened, suddenly, to go lifestyler— it's a non-threatening way to telegraph kinky suggestions to those we would like to know better without being too, too overt. My Mini was pressed into service at the Old Town Bakery in lovely Old Town Pasadena, laid lightly across the haunches of a dark-eyed confection peddler named Marisol as she toddled off to fetch my wedge of doubly-decadent Almond Roca cake. She got the point and I got a brand new heinie to redden. Thanks, John DePasquale.