A story of spanking and anal pleasure
He watched as his princess, proud and precious, exposed herself utterly.
He fetched the small pump-bottle of lubricant from her dressing table drawer, and something else. There was a characteristic squelch as he squirted the silky slick gel onto his fingers, and let the heat of his hands warm it.
She felt his fingers at the small of her back, as they began to slowly slide down her splayed bottom cleft.
They lingered at her bottom-hole.
She flinched, squirmed and grunted in a rather unfeminine fashion - but she didn’t move. She heard the embarrassing slicking of the wet lubricant against her hole, like someone licking and smacking their lips together. Her eyes shut, legs sliding open, and again, he was in full control.
His fingertip pressed so gently on her bottom hole, she couldn’t be sure it was still there at all, or whether the faint sensation was a lingering echo of his prior probings.
He pushed almost imperceptibly further.
She felt him now. She felt her hole opening, welcoming, betraying her.
She felt his slick fingertip slide inside her now, her hole gripping it, as if begging it not to leave, to linger here, to impart the pleasure the other, more glamorous passage regularly received.
She pulled her sore bottom cheeks further apart, arching her back, hoping to amplify these new and delicious sensations.
"Naughty girl…" he observed.
But she just pushed against his fingertip, harder.
She didn’t know what to do, she knew what she should do, stay in position, and be quiet. But she couldn’t.
"D…don’t tease me" she whimpered.
He did hear her plea, but chose to ignore it. At this very moment he could plunge his fingers deep within her, and she would come within minutes. But it would be a climax little different to the ones she regularly experienced on her own fingertips.
Or, he could tease. Let her pleasure build, swell, escalate until her whole body tingled and she begged for release. As if to illustrate, he let his finger slide slowly forward into her bottom.
She mewed as her hole stretched to accept his first knuckle.
She cried out as her hole encountered his second knuckle.
And she moaned deliriously as she finally felt his finger’s full length inside her.
Meanwhile, his idle hand found work for itself, reaching underneath her to explore the effect of his anal probing on her wet slippy lips.
She purred, leaning back into his hand.
He withdrew his finger, making her moan each time a knuckle pulled open her hole, which remained slightly open, as if expecting the imminent return of its departed companion.
A squelch as he applied more lube, this time to the other item he’d retrieved from her drawer.
She had been given the stick, now it was time for her to be given the carrot.
It consisted of eight orange balls, of increasing size, one on top of the other, with the smallest diameter ball was at the top, and the very largest ball at the bottom.
It was an anal toy. They jokingly called it The Carrot.
He applied more lube to her bottom hole, massaging her pussy to keep her from tensing, and began to slip the carrot inside her…
The first ball entered her easily. He began to push it with a steady pressure, and the slightly larger second ball slipped into her hole. She pushed backwards, eager to accept the third ball, feeling it stretch her bottom hole open as it entered her.
She arched her back, legs shaking, moaning weakly as she pulled her bottom apart, her spanked skin tight and stinging. He continued to push, slowly and steadily, feeling her pushing back, wanting to be filled. Her bottom hole began to stretch again.
A finger began to dart in and out of her vagina, only just entering her each time.
As she bore down on his hand, the fourth ball entered her entirely.
Suddenly, she felt full, the probing toy no longer an invader, but a missing piece of herself that had found its home.
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