#scene ideas.

[watersmoothstones]

spank my clit with a riding crop until i’m dripping into the sheets, then fuck my pussy with the handle until i scream

[watersmoothstones]

You bought a sturdy dining table just for this. You laid a towel down to make the cleanup easier. And then you had me climb up and lay back. 

The first part was easy. You bent my legs and tied thigh to ankle, the rope twisting and cinching, wrapping and restraining. You tied my wrists to the outsides of my knees with the excess, and then ran another rope under the table from left to right to keep me spread open and pinned down. 

Only then did you tell me your plan. You set a flogger down between my spread thighs and said, “Tonight we’re going to find out if you can come from just pain.” 

My breath stuttered and my cunt clenched. I felt fear begin to creep up my rib cage, squeezing around my lungs, my heart, as it climbed. 

“It’s okay if you can’t,” you said, picking up the flogger and caressing my thighs with its soft leather tails. “But I want you to ask for what you need, as long as it’s pain.” 

I nodded and mumbled out a small, “Yes, Gege,” and you smiled. 

The first strike landed directly on my pussy and I shrieked. I wasn’t exactly expecting you to pull your punches, but I’d thought you might ease me into it. You didn’t. You didn’t even pause before the next strike, my pussy again. And then a third. You moved to my thighs, leather tails meeting flesh and rope until I felt tears gathering in the corners of my eyes. 

The skin of my thighs turned warm and red and you told me to lay my head back so you could flog my tits. My tits have never been particularly sensitive but they don’t need to be when they’re being whipped over and over and over again. 

My tears broke free and you praised me for them. 

My cunt ached from those first strikes, but it felt somehow cold. I knew I was dripping, I could feel the mess soaking into the towel beneath me. My clit throbbed with each hit, no matter where on my body the leather came down. My cunt clenched around nothing, needy and leaking and empty and neglected. 

My tits were bright red, nipples peaked and stinging, when I realized what you wanted me to do. You’d told me to ask for what I needed. As long as it’s pain. 

“P-please, Gege,” I managed around a sob. 

You stopped immediately, coming around the table to place a warm hand against my cheek. 

“What do you need, baby?” 

“I need—“ I struggled to say it. To ask was humiliating. It hurt. I didn’t want it to hurt. But I also knew it would help. “I n-need you, p-p-please, to h-hit my cunt.” 

Your smile was bright and cruel and I knew I’d done exactly as you’d hoped. 

“Will that help you come, baby?” you asked. “Will it help you come if I hit your cunt?” 

“Y-yesss,” I sobbed again. “I I think s-so.” 

“Thank you for asking me,” you said, petting my hair. “Let’s try it and see, hm?” 

I nodded and you moved. 

The anticipation and dread mounted in me as you walked slowly around the table, step after step. Time slowed as my pain drew closer. It felt as though my skin was shrinking against me, stretching itself taut, the nerve endings and blood vessels rising to the surface, so sensitive even the still air felt like too much. 

I kept my head laid back, I couldn’t bear to watch you move. My tears trickled down my temples and gathered in my hair. I closed my eyes. 

I flinched hard when you dangled the loose tails just low enough to tickle the soft skin of my belly. You laughed. 

“You asked for this,” you reminded me, and then I heard the flogger swish in the air. 

This second first strike hurt far worse than and of the earlier three. I cried out, straining against the ropes. The next came quickly after that, too many and too painful for me to keep track of. You began to vary the force, and the intensity of the pain rose and fell to your whims. You sent an errant strike out to one thigh or the other, but mostly you stayed right on my pussy. You built a rhythm with the leather, I could hear it almost more than I could feel it. And with that rhythm my pleasure returned. 

My pussy was warm again, that was for sure. And the pain soaked in and saturated my nerves until all I could feel was one massive throb, matched to the offbeats of your flogging. It was a flicker of fire every time the leather caught my clit, and a heavy, resounding thud that jolted me in a way that was so like being fucked. 

I thrashed in my ropes, my own weight holding me down. The bindings dug into the meat of my legs and arms, restraining and holding me, an embrace I couldn’t escape but never really wanted to. It was a delicious counterpoint to the pain in my cunt and I leaned into it. 

When you stopped I screamed. Without the rhythm, I could feel the fire consuming my entire body. Everywhere you’d struck, everywhere I was tied down. My nervous system lit up and shut off all at once. 

I left myself a little then. Cold air prickled my skin, ragged breaths strained my chest, my arms and legs fell lax against the table. 

You asked me if I wanted to keep going and I couldn’t answer. 

You asked me for my color and I slurred out, “Green.” 

“What do you need, baby?” 

Speaking is difficult. Words are far away. But I know what you want me to say. “Hit my cunt, please.” 

The next strike bolts through me like an electric shock. I feel the edge of my orgasm, like my toes are curling around it. Another and all the heat in my body seems to pool behind my clit, one foot dangling over the abyss. A third hit and I break. All the pain and pleasure in my body crests, the cliffs edge crumbles, and my orgasm rips through me, dragging me down into the darkness below. 

Just before I slip fully into unconsciousness, I feel your fingers in my hair and hear you whisper, “Well done.” 

[watersmoothstones]

holding something in my mouth while you spank me. something soft or fragile. it will break if i bite down, deform if my lips close too tight. you tell me my only concern is keeping it safe, keeping it whole. and then you hit me harder.

[watersmoothstones]

put me on elbows and knees and shove a long, thick dildo inside of me. make it one with shape and texture for this first time, something i can hold onto, if i focus well. tell me my job is to keep the dildo inside me. then start hitting me with a flogger.

i handle it for a while, focused and working hard. but with each really good hit, my body bears down, and the dildo slips from me just a little bit. the more it slips the harder it is to hold onto until it’s barely inside me at all, just the tip, and i work and i try to hold onto it but you’re hurting me so well and all it takes is one more good hit before it falls, landing with a wet thud.

you stop. put the flogger down. you place a hand, gentle and warm, on the small of my back to hush my slurred and stuttering apologies. “i know,” you say, “you tried so hard. but you failed me.” as i sob harder, exchange the flogger for a switch and lay welts across my ass, my cunt, my thighs, even the soles of my feet, until i’m trembling and wailing for mercy.

then shove the dildo back into me. fuck me with it slowly as i calm down. work me up again with torturous pleasure for as long as you like, then, with your hand, spank me each time you thrust inside. you won’t have to hit hard, the welts and the bruises will do most of the work for you. just hit me and fuck me, methodically, mechanically, never letting up but maybe getting harder and faster and harder and faster until I can’t help but come with a scream.

let me collapse then. let me shake through my orgasm, curling into a ball in the wet mess of my tears and drool and come, the motion stretching the welts on my skin. smile down at me as you jerk off to the messy streaks on my face, the way i flinch when you run a hand over my ass. come on me, messy and broken and quivering, and when you’re done, lean in close and say, “good girl.”

[watersmoothstones]

woke up this morning and just wanted you to hit me. bend me over and spank me until your hand can’t take it anymore, then let the pain start to sink in while you go get the paddle, or your belt, and start it all over again. i don’t want to be able to sit down today without a cushion

[watersmoothstones]

don't open me up with your fingers or tongue. make me hump myself against your thigh until i'm wet and dripping. tell me this is all i'm going to get before you fuck me, so i better make sure i'm good and ready. tell me i'm not allowed to come like this, but i can go as long as i like. i won't know if it's enough, i won't know until you pick which cock you're going to use, and then i'll only know it can't ever be enough. keep me empty on your thigh until i'm begging you to fuck me, then fuck me open on your biggest cock while i scream because of course it could never have been enough