Abdl Spanking Novels & Stories

Not that I would ever break that rule, especially not with Steve Nelson out of prison. The spanking continues until tears stream down my face and my bottom throbs with it. “Please, Daddy. I’ll be a good girl, please!” I wail when a particularly wicked swat lands on my upper thigh. He gives me two more resounding swats, then leans over my body, stretching his front along my back. His jeans abrade my abused bottom and I whimper. He pushes my hair out of my face and I look over my shoulder at him. He looks downright feral. A shiver of need courses through my body and I wiggle my bottom against him. I hiss out a breath at the sensation, but don’t stop.

he said warmly, “but good girls still need discipline.” He began spanking me, landing swats across my breasts, inner thighs, and my swollen pussy. Each slap made me jerk and moan loudly. The pain bloomed into heat that went straight to my clit. Ms. Voss turned on a powerful wand vibrator and pressed it firmly against my clit while he continued spanking. The combination made me groan and writhe against the ropes while they edged me like there was no tomorrow. Every time I got close, they pulled the vibrator away and stopped spanking, leaving me trembling and pleading with random nosies.

"Abi, you mean more to me than anything. I won't let anyone do anything to you you don't ask for." Abi climbed on the bench and Cherry showed them both how it was, a kneeling bench instead of a standing bench. It had adjustable pads for forearms and lower legs to rest on and be restrained by Velcro, while the leather buckles restrained the upper arms and legs. She showed them how it put the person on it at the right height for both paddle spanking, belt or crop, and a flogger. But how it also left the pussy and ass uncovered so that the person being spanked or whipped could also be taken and fucked in all three holes by the Dom.

Or did we both have too many problems and prefer to hide it with BDSM sessions to pretend that there was a little game in the middle of all the dirt? Fred didn't like to hit me at all, but... Strong spanking on the ass, a firmer contact, and something less conventional, has always been our thing. On second thought, the mother's son had finished everything by judging me as someone who was using BDSM to discount frustrations, and he could also be doing the same.

I moan and squirm as he handles me. “Do you want to fuck me?” I ask. He opens his eyes and swats my bare bottom. “I told you how I feel about that language,” he says. “Do you want to fuck me?” I ask again. He turns me around. He pushes me against the wall of the shower. “You need discipline,” he says. His hard cock is pressing against me. He begins spanking my bottom hard. It feels so good. I am going to be a brat from now on. I cannot help but moan as he swats my ass over and over.

"Well, I don't think I'm sick, and I wouldn't even say you're like me quite yet. You witnessed something you'd never seen before. It aroused you and you wanted to see what it was like and you maybe didn't hate it as much as you think you should. Actually, I consider the fact you stayed in a verbally and emotionally abusive relationship with a man for over three years to be the sicker than a physical spanking and some sex with a person you like and trust. My personal opinion and maybe I'm the odd one here. Let's put it aside for the moment. Had you ever had sex with a woman before?" "Never." "Do you think lesbians or bisexuals are sick?" "No. Otherwise I guess I couldn't have been friends wit

I just couldn't Get enough of her. "Mmmm...don't stop" I moaned moving my hips front and back in accordance. When she was done, she turned against me and went on fours, pushing her her hip spreading her ass before my face. I didn't waste anytime as I shove my entire cock into her asshole, a pleasant sound tore out of her mouth. Positioning myself well before her, I started moving my hips fast and furrows, thrusting in and out of her as fast as humanly possible. Spanking her ass while she jerks on the table making the desk vibrates vigorously.

Mr Devine raised a hand landing a hot spank against her right ass cheeks. "Argh."Nuella winched as pain shot through her, pleasure surging in after. “So good.” he applauded rubbing on the part he had spanked. "Do you know you have been a bad girl? Do you?" Nuella shook her head nagatively and Mr Devine landed another spank on her ass. "Argh" Nuella’s back arched and a cry of pleasure tore out of her throat, as heat waves rippled through her, tears stinging the back of her eyes.

He flipped her tiny skirt up, exposing her bare ass. SMACK! Ava squealed as his big hand came down hard. “You worried me,” he said, his voice low and rough. SMACK! SMACK! Each spank made her ass jiggle and her pussy wetter. She was squirming, whimpering, and grinding against his thigh. Ava gasped as his hand came down again. Damon held her down, spanking her ass while she rubbed herself on his thigh, leaving a wet spot on his pants. Her moans grew louder with every spank.

He brought his hand down on my ass, hard, very hard, and I gasped sharply while struggling harder to break free. “I’m sorry… I’m sorry… I’m sorry…” I continued pleading hysterically as he brought his hand down on the exact same spot, alternating between my two ass cheeks, hitting me over and over again, hitting me so hard that my ass went numb. I’m sure even his palm would be hurting. Before he was done, I was a crying, quivering mess. My voice quavered as continued to cry and beg him to stop, promising never to disobey his orders ever again. I’m pretty sure that my butt was sore, it was red and swollen and even when he stopped spanking, I still couldn’t stop crying.