Holly's Bag of Toys - Sex Stories

Holly's Bag of Toys

... pleading.

The ball gag joins the line up.

She reaches in again the the still full bag and chooses something different, a plain wooden kitchen spoon.

"What's this fuck toy, and you planning on doing some baking! Knocking up some buns for us?" He's goading her and she decides to step to it.

"No you silly oaf, it's a spanking spoon. It's light and wide and really stingy when I get beaten with it. Sometimes I do leave it in the kitchen drawer though just so I get to see it and only I know what it is."

"Silly oaf! Don't think you can get away with that young lady!" He pushes her forward over the bed, holding her face sideways with the palm of his hand and taking the spoon from her hand.

"Please sir! Don't leave me too bruised! I don't want to have to explain them to my husband!" She pleads with him, knowing that if push comes to shove she can explain away a lot of things with "a rough deep tissue massage" but maybe not if they're spoon shaped bruises.

"You should have thoughts of that before you teased me then shouldn't you. Now, what room number is this?"

"23 Sir," she answers truthfully, and then "room 23 on the 10th floor!" Adding in the extra, and lower, number. He doesn't take the bait.

"23 it is then" he says and quickly starts to rain the blows down on her bare arse. He doesn't put any weight behind the stokes, they light and quick, and sting like fuck. She gasps and yelps, squirming under the rapid assault. The 23 are over and done with before ...

... they've started and her head is spinning a little.

He takes his weight off her and helps her up, quickly pulling her back against him, pressing her throbbing bottom against his straining cock.

The wooden spoon is added to the line up, the threat still there.

She decides to get all the impact toys out quickly, betting that he won't beat her again quickly and is careful not to be cheeky. As her pulls each one out, describing it and answering questions about when and how and how many, his right hand finds her pussy and starts to very gently and lightly rub her. She wiggles and squirms where she stands, desparate to free his cock and play with it.

A paddle is followed by a ping pong bar, a wooden ruler, the dreaded plastic cane, the heavy suede flogger, her old fashioned hairbrush and the the wide wooden rod that she found in an antique shop and scared her to thing about. when she seens them all lined up she realises quite how many toys she owns withthe express purpose of threatening and hurting her. She fucking loves the idea.

Last in the line up of impact toys is a dog toy. Specifically an 18 inch blue plastic Kong toy, with ridged balls the size of golf balls at either end connected by a stiff ridged shalf.

"And what the fuck is that? Are we going to play fetch?" He asks. he's not seen this before. She only bought it last week, unable to resist slipping into the weekly grocery shop and then forgetting to give it to the dog. It terrifies her and she decides not ...