2b Spanking Novels & Stories

A tremor of pleasure rippled through her as she noticed it, the forbidden desire burning between her thighs at the fact the idea of spanking her turned him on. Still nodding, he said, “Yes. Yes, I think you’re right. A proper spanking should do the trick.” He held up a finger as if just thinking of something. “Of course, a proper spanking requires it to be on your bare bottom. Do you have a problem with that, Mrs. Tanner?” “No, sir.” She shook her head as she swayed in place slightly. “I said I would do whatever you thought necessary. Spanking me on my bare rear seems only right.”

Not until I felt a hot slap at the left side of my butt cheek causing me to shriek “Stop it, fuck you!” I swore at him and he hummed, “You do need to be punished better and in a secluded place,” he slapped my butt again and again. Why was it hot? Why does spanking make me wetter than I already am? Damn this man! I wanted to push him away, yet I didn't want to leave his presence. His touch, his cologne, his deep blue eyes that looked deep into my soul, his lips and tongue that drove me totally crazy wouldn't let me push him away.

This bench; however, is up at waist height. As I’m assessing my present, Brandon comes behind me. “It’s called an obedience bench,” he whispers in my ear and my thighs become coated in my arousal. “We can use it as a spanking bench, a sex bench, a restraint, anything. And with how bratty you like to be, we thought that you could use some more obedience training.” I take a deep, shuddering breath and my eyes roll to the back of my head. “Yes, sir.”

“Uh, twenty- twenty four.” “Twenty five, bunny. We have just five more to go.” He echoed after me as he also corrected me and I nodded my head a couple of times as I started to push off him once again, trying to press against his touch, trying to make him start to spank me once again. At this point, I didn’t think I even had it in me to count anymore, all I badly wanted was for him to keep on spanking me and to never stop, because it was starting to feel really good in an overwhelming way.

He rubbed the spot soothingly, then delivered another smack to the other cheek — harder this time. “Count them for me, princess,” he said, voice calm and steady. “Ten spanks for coming home so late and dressed like you wanted attention from boys who don’t deserve you.” “One…” I breathed as the third smack landed. By the fifth, my ass was warm and tingling, and I was dripping down my thighs. Marcus noticed. He paused to slide his fingers back between my legs, pumping them slowly inside me while he continued the spanking with his other hand. “Six… seven… oh God, Daddy—” My voice broke into a moan as his fingers curled perfectly against that sweet spot inside me.

“One.” SPANK! “Two.” Axel continues landing spanks and with each one I feel my ass get warmer and warmer. By the 8th spank, I’m squirming from side to side. “Stay still.” SPANK! “Nine.” I feel a drop of wetness slide down my inner thighs. Oh, God. I know it’s just a matter of time before Axel finds out how turned on I got by his spanking. SPANK! “Ten.”

"Bad part, it seems to me. Generally speaking, how are you doing with the whole punishment thing?" "I'm getting by. I even feel like I'm starting to enjoy it a little. When he was spanking me today, I needed to cum. Part of it was the butt plug in my ass and he kept hitting it, but the little fire he lights in my bottom seems to extend to my cunt before long. When he fucked me today after spanking me, I had a great orgasm. The second best of my life. The spanking hardly registered. I know it was hard. I can still feel it. I know my ass is still a little red. But I'm fine, honest."

The next couple of spanks alternate between my left and right asscheek and I make sure to count out loud to ten. "The next ten will be done with the paddle, since regular spanking never gets my point across," he says and I hear him pick the paddle off the bed. How didn't I see that before! I hate the paddle so much, it stings and leaves a blunt pain that I can't stand. My thighs tense up as I wait for the wooden instrument to hit my skin. "Do you need to safeword out?" Damian asks quietly. I realise my body is shaking and my breathing is much quicker than it was before.

“My naughty little pet. What if someone had noticed how close you were to soaking the chair?” “I’m sorry, Daddy,” she whimpered. “It was too much—” His hand cracked across her bare ass—sharp, stinging. Then another. And another. The spanking was fast and firm, each smack pushing the plug deeper and making the vibrator grind against her G-spot. Sophie moaned loudly, the risk of anyone still lingering in the hallway only heightening everything. When her ass glowed pink, he pulled both toys out abruptly, leaving her clenching around nothing. He spun her around and lifted her onto the edge of the conference table, spreading her legs wide.

I tried to close my legs, but I still couldn’t move them. “Please. ” “You just keep repeating that word like it has no meaning. ” His voice had gotten deeper, rougher, and I could imagine him narrating an erotic audiobook. “I don’t know!” I answered. Spank. I gasped. “You do. ” He rubbed the place in which his hand had landed and continued talking. “Now tell me. ”I bit my lip, and I felt another spank, then a rubbing. “OKAY!” I screamed. “The wand. I like the wand.”