Pathologic Kink Meme!

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Hello, welcome to the Pathologic Kink Meme! WARNING: This one is NSFW!

Please make anonymous prompts for things you would like to see, or anonymously fulfill prompts by creating stories, poetry, drawn art, music, or anything! I just want to say that this prompt meme is open to people of all skill levels, so have fun!

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- This is the Pathologic Kink Meme, and it's NSFW! Please post any NSFW prompts or fills here. A good rule of thumb is whether or not you'd be comfortable with your boss at work looking over your shoulder and reading what you have on screen.

- If anything is a little too explicit in detail (e.g. in terms of medical procedures or gore), it probably needs to be here as well. Basic mentioning of medical procedures is allowed, but this is just in case for folks who have limits in regard to certain explicit things. Speaking of explicit things...

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- No writers of incest (kains which does include aglaya and her relatives, stamatins, olgimskys, etc), underage/adult ships (which DOES include Clara,) or rape. Please don't make anything gross happen to underage characters!

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- In the case of a filler of a prompt going inactive for a long time in the middle of a story, it's okay for a different person to continue where they left off. Please make it obvious that you're not the original author, and then feel free to write.

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Re: Yulia/Any Woman Spanking

[(Anonymous)]

A loud smack echoed through the room and Eva twitched slightly, the slaps against her ass just beginning to sting. Yulia, the woman behind her, worked methodically and ever so carefully. Not careful as in gently, no, that wasn’t the intention here, but rather each strike of her palm or instrument was calculated to deliver a precise feeling. Sometimes it was gentle, the soft pat before a harsher blow, or quick, successive slaps just hard enough to sting.

There was a pattern, certainly, though it was never predictable to Eva. Of course, she tended to get lost in the sensation and she cared little if many strikes resembled another. She just enjoyed the play and lucked out in having Yulia as a partner.

It had been a simple case of opposites attract; Eva’s carefree attitude to Yulia’s stern demeanor, her capriciousness to the other’s stability, one who wore skirts for the purpose of attracting other women and one who wore pants for the same purpose. What one lacked, the other made up, and although conflicting ideals sometimes lead to arguments, they were well matched otherwise.

It made sense, then, that what had started off as Eva’s flippant suggestion had turned into something so deliberate. If Eva thought about it too long, she’d get teary eyed, the amount of work her partner put into satisfying her was overwhelming sometimes.

Right now, though, she focused on the sensation of being spanked, the cool leather glove on Yulia’s hand as it smacked against her reddening thighs and ass. Eva’s pelvis was propped up by a few pillows on the bed, her knees spread wide to support her as she leaned forward against the bed, her arms folded beneath her chest.

Yulia liked to start slow, although Eva could take it or leave it. There would be a harder blow every once in a while, one that really smarted. Sometimes she thought she could see stars, the surprise of the blow and the stinging sensation mingling together, feeling herself grow needier all the while.

In between slaps Yulia would massage roughly, the seams of her gloves catching occasionally against skin as she dug in her thumb, stroked the inside of Eva’s thighs, getting her to open up more. And then suddenly the loud smack would sound through the room again, seeming to Eva as if it rang throughout the earth.

Then there were several slaps, a few on each side, one on her thigh, the pain starting to dull as time went on. Several hard spanks across her left asscheek made Eva shout, but Yulia could sense she was growing used to it, the way Eva stopped jerking with each slap, no short gasps, and cries but long moans that merely grew louder on impact.

It was freeing, giving herself to the other woman. Frankly, Eva just liked sex, didn’t care if it had all the bows and whistles or not, she enjoyed it all the same. She could live without the ritual, and she often did, and there was something enticing about being able to come on Yulia’s fingers in just a few minutes, quick sex had in the closet fully clothed except for the distinct lack on underwear beneath her skirt. No matter how familiar they were with each other, it never stopped being exciting.

But this, this was something else entirely. When she lay herself bare here beneath her lover, she entrusted her whole being to her. Trusted that Yulia knew her so completely, to understand what she wanted, what she needed without speaking. Of course, there were rules, words, signals, not everything went perfectly every time. But there was trust, always.

Trust now, as Eva melted into the bed, sweaty forehead against her arms, that Yulia understood. And she did, stepped back to grab the riding crop beside the bed. Each hit now was sharper, a new layer, and Eva was back again, writing which each thwack of the crop. The surface area was smaller than Yulia’s hand, each impact stinging a bit harder, and while dangerous in other hands, Yulia was always careful, never striking the same place twice, ignoring the less fleshy backs of her thighs.

Between strikes she would run the crop lightly over Eva’s ass and thighs, gentle before the quick whir in the air, giving Eva just seconds to prepare before another hit.

Eva couldn’t help but wiggle backwards, spread her legs further, she could feel herself growing wetter as the minutes ticked by. Yulia gently rubbed her thumb in circles across Eva’s sore ass, the glove still cool as it pressed into the dimples and marks scattered across her body. She leant down and pressed feather light kisses against hot flesh. Eva whimpered in response, grateful for the reprieve, yet shaking from the lack of attention to her pussy.

It was agonizing, having her lover’s mouth so close to where she needed it, and knowing that it wasn’t time yet. Still, she moved against Yulia’s mouth, earning her a low chuckle.

“Not yet, dear,” Yulia said as she pulled back, the first words she’d spoken in a long while. “You look beautiful, though, absolutely gorgeous, all for me.”

Eva whined but wasn’t disappointed. Good things came to those who waited. The crop was back, a shower of quick light strikes before a harder blow close to the inside. Eva couldn’t help it, she yelped, tired body jumping to react. It didn’t seem like it would be tiring, just lying on the bed, but the impact play took a lot out of her as it went on, her body quickly trying to remedy the pain she was so desperate to feel.

There was a euphoria almost, the adrenaline that came with the anticipation, moving close with expectation, then twisting away immediately, the chemicals racing to soothe the sharp sting. It seemed as if it would go on forever, and Eva quickly lost herself to it, the edges beginning to feel fuzzy. Her world had narrowed to just her, the crop, and the woman in control of it.

She almost considered rutting against the pillows, partly for relief and partly for the blow she knew would come after, but she was still. Her clit strained against the pillows, rubbed against them with each impact but it wasn’t the same. Just short, quick brushes against the pillowcase before it was over. She wanted to be good, take whatever came without complaint and wait patiently for the hot touches afterwards, the quick movements inside her, the embarrassing speed at which she came.

Her arms ached where they pressed against the bed, sweat dripped from her brow and down her thighs, Eva was almost floating, transcending the pain. She must have gone quiet because Yulia was leaning down by her face, brushing sweaty bangs out of her forehead.

“Doing alright, dear heart?” She asked.

Eva tried to move her lips but all that came out was an “mmm”. She nodded weakly instead. Yulia smiled, fingers still carding through her hair, and Eva leant into the touch without thinking.

“Want the paddle, or are you done?”

Eva nodded at the former, and then again when Yulia asked to confirm. The paddle was her favorite. The surface was wide and flat, it hurt far less than the crop, a way to wind down a bit without moving back to the hand. Instead of a sting, it was a larger blow, a hit, a dull thunk.

She gasped for air at the first hit, feeling the heavy wood for the first time that night. Yulia gave ample time to prepare for each blow, she wasn’t aiming to be unpredictable now. Eva rocked with the pattern; backwards before the hit, forwards after, rubbing against the pillow ever so slightly as she did.

This part never lasted long, so close to the end. Eva was completely out of her head now, just warm, and slightly numb, ready to be fucked. After the tenth hit, Yulia placed the paddle back with the crop and knelt onto the bed behind Eva.

“Look at you, you poor thing,” Yulia cooed as she rubbed gently over the red marks, then used both hands to spread Eva’s cheeks apart, further revealing her sex.

Yulia’s hand teased across her inner thighs, rubbing along the sides of her pussy without touching where she knew Eva wanted her. It was a silly game, both of them knowing it would end the same way it always did, but there was something enthralling about the tension, pulling just tight enough to be fully taut, but not snap.

Eva kicked her foot gently on the bed, her way of saying to get on with it. Yulia chuckled again, warm, and throaty.

“Something you want to say?”

Eva grumbled, enjoying the boneless feeling too much to try to articulate. But Yulia acquiesced after a few more moments, rubbing the pads of her gloves between Eva’s long folds, the meeting of her wetness against the gloves was audible, and Eva moaned. She could have sunk down on Yulia’s fingers right then, but the position put her at a disadvantage and Yulia had already moved on, wet fingers pressing down firmly just above her clitoris and rubbing gently back and forth.

Eva pushed her hips down into the delicious pressure, finally feeling something substantial. Yulia’s movements were small, she was used to this and so was Eva, hips bucking down before Yulia withdrew her hand entirely.

Eva hadn’t the presence of mind to be irritated, and even so, Yulia was in control here. She’d decide when Eva would come, and she wouldn’t come a moment before then. There was peace in that. Just as she’d settled, though, Yulia breached her with a single finger and Eva nearly sobbed. It was nowhere near filling, she was so wound up, but it was something at last.

She clenched around the gloved finger, desperately fucking against it before she realized Yulia wasn’t moving at all. Eva didn’t need to turn her head to see Yulia smirking, she knew well what that looked like. Nevertheless, she hadn’t pulled out. Eva was free to use what little freedom she’d been given, and she did.

Thrusting back against Yulia’s finger shakily, Eva moved her thighs together, trying to put pressure on her clit once again but it just wasn’t enough, she was desperate. Eva wasn’t bound, she could use her arms, but they’d been trapped underneath her for so long and she felt so limp, the effort she would need to exert to actually push a hand underneath her hips to grind against was far too much, and so she continued to put on her lewd display.

Yulia’s breath quickened, and Eva knew she was doing well. It was rare that Yulia wanted to be touched, but it was enough for Eva just knowing how much she turned the other woman on. She clenched just once more on the downstroke and Yulia huffed, pulled out, and before Eva had the chance to mourn the loss it was replaced with two fingers, curling inside her and then she was crying out in earnest.

The fingers inside twisted and scissored her open, although she didn’t need much assistance. The twisting motion was heavenly, just the feeling of the movement inside her was blissful. Yulia added a third finger, and then a fourth, moving in and out with the motion of Eva’s hips.

Hot tears spilled down Eva’s cheeks, mingling with the sweat as she moaned, words far beyond her. There were other times they made love where Eva talked, dirty or conversationally, but when they fucked like this, she was so desperate with need there was nothing she could say, only show with her body.

Yulia stroked her back gently with her free hand, broad strokes up and down, the touch reminding her somehow of an embrace, a safe feeling.

It didn’t take long for Eva to come like that, already someone who came faster than average, and with a twist of Yulia’s wrist she yelled out, legs shaking wildly as she fully collapsed against the pillows, muscles spasming around Yulia’s fingers, back arching even as she lay on her stomach.

Both were still for a moment, catching their breath. Yulia removed her hand from Eva, and then took off her glove before touching her back, no barrier between them. Her fingers skated over warm flesh once again, rubbing her thumb here and there where the marks must have looked worse.

Yulia didn’t hit terribly hard, but it was important to assess the damage, and Eva wouldn’t be moving anytime soon as it was. She murmured sweetly as Eva lay there, though she couldn’t discern the words, head still clouded with the endorphins.

Eva wasn’t sure how much time passed, but then Yulia was at her ear again, petting her hair sweetly as she had before.

“I’m going to get a few things and I’ll be back in a moment. Is that alright, my joy?”

“Yes,” Eva said, voice hoarse.

Yulia gave her another quick pat and was off. Eva dozed off while she was gone, though surely it had only been a few minutes. She woke as ice wrapped in rags were being placed on her ass, and she relished the cool feeling. Bruising was inevitable, but the ice did help. A damp rag wiped down her back and between, and a softer cloth pressed against her face.

Sometimes Eva thought Yulia enjoying this part more than the sex, she knew the woman took pride in taking care of lovers. Face wiped clean; Eva looked to see two glasses of water on the bedside table and moved to reach for one.

“Ah, careful!” Yulia said, “I’ll get it for you, don’t worry. Here, tilt your head up.”

Eva drank greedily from the glass, spilling water on her freshly cleaned face, but it was no matter. She gulped the second glass down just as quickly. Yulia beamed down at her and Eva had to look away, her expression too bright.

“Let’s get your arms stretched out,” Yulia said, gently easing Eva’s arms out from where they’d been folded beneath her. “There we go, much better.”

Her arms hadn’t quite gone numb, but pins and needles raced down her veins as the blood flowed back into her hands. Yulia gently massaged up and down her arms, easing the sensation.

“You don’t have to do everything,” Eva mumbled.

Yulia smiled down at her, bent down to press a kiss to the crown of Eva’s head, “Oh, but I want to.”

Eva let out a breathy laugh, “I’m only saying.”

Of course, she enjoyed the attention, but it seemed rude somehow to let herself be pampered like this, although Yulia insisted it wasn’t pampering, but necessary care, and besides, was there anything wrong with pampering her girlfriend?

“Oh, right, I brought in a pastry from the kitchen, you should have a few bites even if you don’t feel hungry.”

“Mmm, that sounds good.”

Eva would protest more, but it was frankly adorable to watch her partner transform into a mother hen, bustling about her and feeding her bites of pastry off a fork. They talked as Eva ate, until she felt like sitting up and moving to the armchair across the room as Yulia stripped and then remade the bed with fresh sheets.

Laying back down on the fresh sheets was wonderful, and while she hadn’t technically had a bath, Eva felt clean and luxuriated in it. Yulia was still busying herself, trying to get away with a third refill of water before Eva tugged on her sleeve.

“Cuddle?” She asked and gave a look Yulia couldn’t refuse.

“Alright,” she sighed, “if you’re certain there isn’t anything else you need.”

Eva rolled her eyes, “I need you to come lay down with me. And take that shirt off already while you’re at it.”

Yulia laughed, “Anything for you, dove.”

When Yulia finally slid into bed, Eva clung to her like a lichen, arms and legs wrapped around the woman before she was even fully settled. Her head resting above Yulia’s heart, Eva felt at peace, completely content.

“Love you,” Eva mumbled, and fell asleep before she could hear Yulia’s reply.