I started feeling very sorry for the poor, unused "wooden" prompt and filth just filled my head.
**************************************************************************

Drabble 1:

Whenever anyone asks, he refers to her as a prop left behind by the theater people who had the place before him.

When they are alone, however, he calls her his pretty, pretty girl. Dolly’s her name, ready and willing to satisfy his many needs at any lonely hour of the day or night. Ships of old sometimes carried their own “pretty girls” long ocean voyages and, when he was younger, he couldn’t fathom the affection those crews had for a painted piece of wood, despite the pleasure it gave. Now Axel looks at his pretty Dolly and he understands.

***************************************************************************
Drabble 2:

“I’m in charge here and you’ll do as I say. Do I make myself clear?” She smacks the wooden paddle against her palm, loving the sharp crack it makes. Loving even more the way her bound victim flinches at the sound.

Simone smacks the paddle once again just to watch the prisoner struggle helplessly, listening to the moans and whimpers that drive her adrenalin higher.

“Don’t hope for rescue”, she whispers in a pretty ear. “The police in this town do my bidding.”

Laughing, she stares into the hot, defiant eyes of Detective Koch, before stealing a kiss or two.