Ripple, Paddle, Repeat – A Filthy Anal Punishment Story
It started with a dare.
Not one of those playful “let’s kiss in public” types.
No, this one had rules. Timing. Punishments.
I was naked, hands tied above the headboard, legs trembling. My arse already stung from a warm-up spanking, and he hadn’t even brought out the real paddle yet.
“Safe word?” he asked.
“Always.”
“Good. Because I’m not stopping until you beg.”
The First Slap
The first crack of the Leather Padded Spanking Paddle landed clean.
Not unbearable. Just enough to make me flinch. The leather kissed and bit in equal measure.
He stood behind me, watching the red bloom on my skin. I knew him well enough to sense the smirk. Another slap. Then another. The rhythm grew… deliberate.
“What’s your count?”
“Three.”
“Wrong answer.”
Crack.
Crack.
Crack.
Lube and Beads
When the paddle paused, I barely had time to exhale before he reached for the Anal Ease Lubricant. The cold squeeze made me gasp — a chill against the heat he’d just built.
He coated the Triple Ripple Anal Beads slowly. Deliberately.
“You’re taking all three.”
The first bead slid in with a sinful ease. My body clenched around it instinctively.
The second? A stretch. Firm, teasing.
The third? I whimpered. Not from pain, but pressure. Depth. Surrender.
“You’re stuffed full,” he whispered.
“Please—”
“Not yet.”
The Delay Game
He knelt between my legs and applied the Delay Gel to his cock. I could smell the sharp mintiness of it — feel the cool tingle against my thigh as he teased the tip along my folds.
I clenched the beads tighter, trying not to writhe.
“This’ll make sure I outlast you. Let’s see how long you hold out.”
Punishment Play
He took me slow. Deep. The kind of thrust that makes you cry out without meaning to. The beads inside me added pressure — pleasure stacked on pain. Every movement forced them to shift. Tug. Tap that sweet spot.
He spanked again, this time with the beads inside. The crack jolted me forward, and I felt everything. I bucked. He grabbed my hips and held me down.
“Every time you clench, I’ll spank you harder.”
Crack.
Ripple.
Moan.
Crack.
Ripple.
Scream.
The Edge
I begged without shame.
“Let me come.”
“You think you’ve earned it?”
“Yes.”
“Prove it.”
He slid the beads out. Slowly. One by one. Each pull made my body tighten and twitch. The release of the third? I nearly collapsed. My whole body shook, overstimulated, dripping.
“Now.”
One thrust. Two. I came so hard I blacked out for a second. My voice cracked. My thighs trembled.
He held off. That bloody delay gel kept him cruelly in control.
“You’ll take another round before I finish.”
And I did.
Because I’m filthy.
Because we both are.
🔥 No Safe Word? No Fun.
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