So this happened around a year ago so my memory is a little fuzzy though I'm currently reminiscing of better days so I'll do my best to entertain you perverted lot!

Last Halloween, me(M28) and my partner(F24) at the time went to a Halloween kinky Halloween party at a local club with matching costumes, I was Chucky, complete with a hollow plastic machete and she was Tiffany Valentine, though due to some mix up with the temporary tattoo she'd bought.. Instead of the love heart on her breast saying Chucky, it said Graham.. This lead to some hilarity and fun flirting with me pretending to be jealous of a fictional story in which Tiffany had cheated on and fallen for a man named Graham..

Needless to say, this insult demanded punishment! So after some mingling and admiring of the other fantastic costumes on display, off to the dungeon we went!

In that dungeon's main room there is a large circle bed usually used for public play and tying, but this night it would be the locale for my sweet Tiffany to be punished for her transgressions! 😂

I started by putting her on all fours on the bed and lifting her skirt before rummaging through my bag of toys to find the right tools for the job; I placed 2 items from my bag next to her on the side of the bed, a small leather flogger and a paddle made from a fire hose with a wooden handle.

And told her that she would have to count each strike loudly so that I and everyone around could hear her cries and know her punishment was just.

I started with my right hand; pulling her thong tight with my left hand I leveled spank after spank alternating between cheeks and listening to her pained counting as each landed one after another. This continued up to around 25 and her cheeks had started to become red hot and my hand began to sting.

Next, to give her a bit of a break I took up the small leather flogger, it's main purpose was more intimate flogging but it was always handy for doling out light flogging in between more intensive impact. With this I continued my strikes, again alternating between cheeks and throwing an occasional strike between the thighs at her covered and now soaked pussy, this continued for around fifty strikes, though during this she began to moan loudly in place of the numbers and her voice grew more weary and weak with each slap of the leather we can't be sure exactly how many of these she took.

At this point she'd taken around 75 hits and was sore, though my girl was a trooper and a pain slut so we weren't done and by now we'd gained an audience of perverts to entertain, what good would it do to stop? We still had a paddle to break in.

So we did; I took up the fire hose paddle and again began to level strike after strike upon her sore and bright red cheeks, this was a harder tool and her moans and counting mingled with light cries of pain and she by the time I'd hit another 75 (total of 150) she could barely talk let alone loudly count as instructed..

I knelt beside her and placed the paddle down, stroking her hair and asking how she was doing, I praised her bravery and told her how well she'd taken it so far before whispering "just another 50 and we're done OK?"

She nodded weakly and thanked me as I stood up and reached for my plastic machete.

"Hmm, maybe this is the Graham you love so much?" I said looking at the plastic blade and I gave out a sinister laugh; before bringing the toy down against both cheeks at the same time.

She moaned and let out a small shout and giggle as she shouted "1".

"did you forget where we were alresyd up to?" I asked sternly and brought the toy down again.

"no sir, one hundred and fifty one" she shouted through pained moans in reply.

Slowly, I brought this toy down 49 more times, each ringing out with one of the most satisfying sounds I've heard from an impact toy (beaten only by a lint roller on a different night that left us is hysterics.. 😂) until she was well and truly beaten and called "yellow" and asked to stop.

Ofcourse, I agreed, and we collapsed in each others arms to cuddle on this big circular bed, sharing praise of each others work and sweet nothings in each others arms.

Shortly after we decided to go to one of the private rooms where we kissed and held each other some more and I slipped my hand between her legs to find her slick and twitching, I played with her clit and slid my fingers inside her as we embraced and kissed passionately and she came over and over gripping me tight and digging her nails into my back and scalp and again we collapsed in exhaustion and satisfaction.

After this we went back upstairs and enjoyed our time mingling and eating the food provided by the venue for the rest of the night before leaving with smiles on our faces.

And thus is the tale of how I ended up with a cheap plastic machete called Graham in my BDSM toy box, I hope you enjoyed!