Abdl Spanking Stories Novels & Stories

“When I am spanking you, you are not allowed to move or to make a noise. If you do, I start over.” I started to tremble. How many spanks was I going to get and would I be able to endure it? He went back to rubbing my bottom where he just spanked, and the sting was replaced with a deep heat. I realized I was even more wet than I was a moment before, and I wanted him to spank me again.

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 say and try to keep my tears at bay, but I can't. The spanking continued, and I liked it at first, but every time I stopped counting, he had to start all over again, and there was only a little my bum could bear. By the time I was able to count to 15 for each ass cheek without stopping. I had cried a rainfall in his room, and my ass hurt like hell.

"So, why do you keep going around telling people I assaulted you when you enjoyed every bit of it, huh?" He inserted a finger into my pussy again, thrusting slowly and curling his fingers inside. I could feel his cock pressing into my abdomen. I tried to wriggle away from him, but his hand came crashing down on my ass, making me cry out in pain. He continued to finger-fuck me, while he spanked my bottom. "You like that, huh?" He taunted me, spanking me harder. "Tell me, who did it, and I will stop. Who took my grandfather away from me, Braveheart?"

"You’ve been starved for three years, and you think one round is enough to fill that hole?" "Richard..." I choked out, my fingers digging into the mattress. "I can't... I’m still shaking." "Good. Shake for me." He reached between my legs from behind, his fingers slick with our shared mess as he found my clit again. He didn't rub it gently this time; he used a fast, demanding pressure that had my hips bucking instinctively. "Did Manuel ever treat you like this? Did he ever make you feel like a piece of property?" "No," I gasped, the shame and the pleasure tangling together in my gut. "He was... he was always so careful."

She obeyed every single time, blushing furiously in the bathroom stall while taking the dirty, explicit photos for him. At night, he would bend her over the large conference table, slowly pull the plug out of her ass, and replace it with his thick cock. The first few times Emma cried out at the intense burning stretch and overwhelming fullness, but Adrian didn’t care. He kept going, spanking her ass red and calling her his dirty anal slut, his personal office ass whore, his eager little cumdump until she came hard with his cock buried deep in her tightest hole.

Grant grinned and groaned softly, his eyes were full of desire. He carried me up suddenly, my back pressed against the wall of the shower. His strong hands held my ass firmly as he kissed my neck slowly, sucking on my skin. Then he moved down to my breasts and sucked my big breasts hard, licking and biting my nipples gently. “D…daddy..” “Say, thank you!” He ordered, spanking my ass making me yelp. “Thank you, daddy.” I gave him a slutty smile as I bit my lower lip.

he said, and followed up with a two weak spank on each cheek. “Yes, you saw your step daddy jerking and stroking himself while mentioning your name, but how dare you look into his eyes and told him to fuck you!" He gave her another spank. It was hurting Sandra a bit, but she liked it. She loved how her step daddy's hand was spanking her ass. “how can you tell your step daddy to divorce his lovely wife!” he said and tugged his finger on her pantie, then pulled her pantie down to the middle of her thigh. At this moment, her whole ass was exposed to him.

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.

I rubbed her asš gently before lifting my hand and delivering the first spanking, making her bite her bottom lip and grip the arm rest tightly. My grip on her hair tightened as I pressed my lips to her ear. “You didn’t count so that one won’t be considered part of the ten.” I told her, making her whimper. I spanked her hard again, forcing her to screām ‘one’. “That’s more like it.” I whispered in her ear, caressing her asš cheek with the hand that delivered the blow. “I love making you screām.” I stopped caressing her asš to smack the same red cheek again. “Two.” She panted as her legs trembled before screāming ‘three’ with the next smack.