Boy slapper - flogging toy by Sportsheets - review by Champagne and Benzedrine (Roland Hulme)

For something small, thin and only about a foot long, the Boy Slapper from Sportsheets packs a wallop.

It's made of leather (or faux leather, not quite sure) and has a rigid handle ending in a thick, three-layered flogger at the end. There's a little red sliver sandwiched between the hard, thick leather layers and a cut out (cleverly in reverse) of the word 'BOY.'

Why in reverse? Because when you SLAP it hard across somebody's arse, it leaves the word 'BOY' written in bright, pink letters across their flesh.

This whole product is very nicely put together. It is light and affordable, but sturdily made. It has three 'flaps' at the end, meaning it lands with a wonderful sounding 'smack' that will have any BDSM veterans immediately jump up and clutch their bottoms when they hear it.

And, as for the punch it packs, you won't be disappointed. The flogger lands with a firm fleshy wallop that is sharp and biting, but leaves you achy and satisfied.

By hardcore BDSM standards, I guess it might be considered more of a novelty than a true 'flogger,' but for those of you just experimenting with the art of spanking, it's a deliciously devilish toy that does exactly what you expect it to.

Many cheaper BDSM toys are terrible - who hasn't tried to spank somebody with a ratty, plastic 'whip'? That's what makes this product stand out - it can really do some (consensual) damage and is a 'real' sex toy that delivers high-pitched, sharply-worded 'results' when used.

The only major downside is the red 'sliver' between the three flaps at the end of the flogger - it's clearly just a bit of paper. A strip of cloth or leather would have made the whole product look a lot classier. That small detail will put this flogger firmly in the 'novelty' rather than 'real' BDSM toy category, and that's not really fair. I think even the hard core 'whips and chains' crowd would appreciate the impact of this product when it lands on an unprotected, upturned rump.

WHACK!

So this is rather a funny story, actually.

My wife has been pressuring me for a flogger for some time now, so when an assignment came up at EF, that's what I asked for.

In the post it arrived and she was delighted, jumping up and down as she unwrapped it. We looked forward to testing it out in the bedroom that evening.

Well as it happened she couldn't wait that long, and while I was doing the washing up, she snuck into the kitchen and WAILED me across the arse with the flogger. SMACK!

Even through my trousers, it stung like you wouldn't believe. I think the only thing louder than my scream was the firm, flashy, THWACK of leather-on-buttock.

Now this wouldn't have been a problem, except I was off to the gym that night to play squash. And as us manly men do, as I wondered around the locker room in the nude. I got a few sniggers, comments and then some outright howls from my friends and colleagues...

Plastered across my arse, in bright red letters, was the word 'BOY!'

Fortunately I was blushing so much after it was pointed out, that you almost (only almost) couldn't see the words branded into my buttock!