Leather Punching Tool Crossword Novels & Stories

Niccolo taps my clit with something cold, and my curiosity rises. What sort of toy is this? He retreats a second time. I immediately crave his warmth, wishing he’d stay behind me forever. This time, I know he hasn’t gone far. I feel the leather once more, my body vibrates with anticipation. The pointy parts of what I’m assuming to be a leather paddle don’t seem sharp, but I know that’s the intention. They’re not meant to cause harm, just enhance pain. This is a guess, I’m not that knowledgeable about kinks.

"You got a problem?" Leroy doesn't reply, simply glaring some more. Klempner takes a step, one hand whipping up in that same gesture I saw with Ricky, pinning his neck in the crook of thumb and finger and lifting. The other hand punches into his gut. "Learn some manners, Fido," he hisses. Then he drops him, gasping and clutching his stomach. "See you around, Finchby." And he marches out.

My family is the most harmonious one around because we're a blended family. Both my parents treat their children and stepchildren "equally". When money goes missing at home, my mother, Jessica Evans, always slaps me without even thinking of suspecting my older sister, Susan Chase. After meals, my father, Damian Chase, allows my older brother, James Chase, to rest. However, he threatens to take away my meal privileges if I don't wash the dishes. Even after they get into arguments, I always end up the sole outlet for their frustrations. Unsurprisingly, my mental state deteriorates. When Mom discovers the scarring on my arms, she looks at me with disgust. "You're too young to be acting de

The knowledge makes my pussy clench. He reaches across me. Opens the drawer of the side table. I hear something slide out – leather, from the sound – and when it taps against my burning ass, I realize it's a paddle. Small, leather, the kind you buy at a shop that doesn't advertise on the street. "Since you want harder." The paddle lands on my right cheek and the difference from his hand is immediate – broader impact, deeper sting, the leather distributing the force across a wider area. I scream into the couch cushion and my pussy gushes onto his jeans.

The only light came from the dim industrial sconces along the brick walls. Perfect. I didn't bother wrapping my hands. I didn't bother stretching. I walked straight up to the heaviest, thickest leather punching bag in the center of the room, planted my boots on the rubber mat, and threw a vicious, bare-knuckle right cross straight into the center of the leather. THUD! The iron chain groaned above me. The shock of the impact rattled straight up my wrist and into my shoulder, sending a pleasant spike of pain through my nerves.

“It's much worse than that, isn't it?” “I'm afraid so Miranda. Father is gonna punish us by whip.” I gasped. “You mean he will whip us on the butt?” “No silly girl. It is meant for your back. This whip has many sharp ends carved in various shapes. Some are sharp like knives with different jagged edges, while some are shaped like needles, pins, nails, then the finishing ones are built like different types of animal claws,” Taurus explained. “But that's not what makes it painful.”

Braided riding crops hung from heavy metal rings. A polished steel cross stood in the far corner. Glass display cases held velvet blindfolds and silicone gags. Silver handcuffs hung from steel hooks. The polished metal caught the overhead light. My skin went cold. The hairs on my arms stood up. My mind flashed back to last night. The leather belt around my neck. The ease in his large hands. The way he tightened the leather just enough to make my pulse pound in my ears. He knew his way around these tools. He was a man with a dominant streak. This was his entire world.

“Fill out the paperwork. You’ll need it for the shift tonight.” As I fill in the forms, Eva gathers a pair of handcuffs and a sleek, leather-wrapped tool I can’t quite place. I must be staring, because she notices my expression and laughs. “It’s a flogger, sweetheart. You know, for those guys who like to be dominated.”

Alex’s POV “Ouch” Punch “Ouch” Punch “Ouchh” Punch “Fucking take it easy man!!” The thud of my gloves hitting against Levi’s sparing pads and skin echoed in my private gym. Well the sounds of his insistent whining also contributed. Sweat dripped down my back, dampening the collar of my shirt as I threw another hook, maybe harder than necessary. My fist connected brutally to Levi’s Jaw and he staggered back.

“Open that. Bring me the tools inside.” Knox was the first to move, crossing the room with a predator’s grace and flipping the heavy lid open. His breath hitched slightly as he looked inside. He pulled out a few items, his hands surprisingly steady as he brought them over: a set of leather cuffs lined with soft fur, a sleek, black silicone flogger, and a few sleek, metal… things I couldn’t name but dearly wanted to try. The sight of them in his hands sent a jolt of pure, undiluted heat straight to my core. Oh, yes.