Abdl Spanking Stories Novels & Stories

Tears of humiliation and pain streaming down my face ,I never thought I'd be in this situation just for one f"cking dinner ,I would have gone with him atleast it was better than being spanked by him ,he didn't show my any mercy this time he continued spanked me and I am helplessly counting with him Two sob left my mouth due to pain Th..three Fou..four I am wailing by now ,this is too much,I'll never forgive him for this Five Six Seven Eight Nine Ten He didn't stop even now max please st...stop it I can't take it *spank* breathe stuck in my throat ,he didn't even let me finish You didn't count this one ,count if you don't want me to start from one! And another spank eleven .. .. .. .. .. .. .

“Then tell me to stop.” I didn’t. I couldn’t. He pulled me off the counter, spinning me to face the counter, my hands on the marble. “Spread your legs,” he ordered, his voice rough. I obeyed, trembling as he slid my robe up, baring my ass. His hand smacked my cheek, the sting making me moan. “You like that, don’t you?” he said, spanking me again, harder. “Answer me.” “Yes,” I whimpered, my pussy dripping. “Please, Gio…”

"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

“Such a naughty girl… coming to my penthouse in the middle of the night, dripping wet, begging me to fuck you while my son is away.” Smack! Smack! Smack! Three more firm spanks landed in quick succession, turning my ass a bright, burning pink. Each slap echoed through the penthouse, mixing with the sound of rain lashing against the windows. The sting bloomed into heat that shot straight to my clit. “I’m sorry—” I whimpered, even as I pushed my ass back toward him, silently begging for more. “No, you’re not,” he said, chuckling darkly. “You’re soaked. Look at this pretty little pussy dripping down your thighs because your boyfriend’s dad is spanking you.”

she moaned out in shock as he swatted her booty. SPANK! SPANK! "OH!" she moaned out again. SPANK! Calvin took great delight in spanking her big fucking booty. It was such a perfect piece of art, an ass built to be spanked, punished and demolished through hard fucking. SPANK! SPANK! SPANK!

But I was no match to his strength. "What the hell are doing? Stop beating me, dammit!" SMACK! "Aagh!" "It's called spanking. My usual go-to is ten with the tawse or cane on bare ass, but for you, I would amend it a little. You will get five of my best with my bare hand and over the dress. Stop wriggling now," he told me in a smooth voice. Ten...five. What was he talking about? The jumbled thoughts were cut short when the third slap hit the fleshy-thigh on my left, harder than the previous two. The last two on alternate cheeks intensified pain and burn I hadn't experienced before.

The men formed a rough line, stroking their hard cocks, eyes dark with lust. “Look at these pretty little prisoners,” one of the bigger men growled, slapping Azriel’s ass hard. “Caught trying to run from their Daddy. Time to teach them their place.” The spanking started immediately, hard, relentless slaps that turned their asses bright red. The twins screamed and moaned, bodies jolting with every strike. Fingers invaded them roughly, two and then three at a time, stretching them open while the men laughed and commented on how sloppy they already were.

, Sir." I heard him moving behind me, then felt his hands securing my ankles to the bench legs. Then my wrists, stretched out in front of me. I was immobilized, ass in the air, utterly helpless. "Perfect," he murmured, his hand smoothing over my ass cheeks. "Tell me, princess, have you ever been spanked?" "No, Sir." "Then we'll start with my hand. Count them." The first smack landed on my right cheek—sharp, stinging, making me gasp. "One, Sir!" He spanked me methodically, alternating cheeks, building heat with each strike. By ten, I was squirming. By fifteen, I was whimpering. By twenty, I was sobbing—but not from pain. From something else. Something that felt like release. "Color?" he deman

He replaces the flogger with the vibrator, jolting me back to reality. I immediately come close to release again and my legs shake violently, but he removes the vibrator and spanks me three times in a row with the flogger. Fuck! No. I want an orgasm. “Master, please.” I emit a frantic plead. “Will you disobey your Master again, Alice?” As he asks, I immediately shake my head. “Verbal response, Alice.” He directly hit my throbbing bud, and my whole body shakes as I climax, screaming. I find it incredulous that the spanking caused me to orgasm.

"But you're not! You're not doing anything wrong," "I know, but it's still hard to convince myself of that. Now, I'm telling you. If a woman wants you to flogger her because she gets off on the pain. Then you are not abusing her. And spankings? Those I've heard are very enjoyable when done correctly." "No! Absolutely not," he said sternly.