Age Play Spanking Novels & Stories

I was just used to getting spanked, and yelping to it was instinctive. “Pah!" “Aah, Two…aah, three..aah, four…" The spanking started slowly, nothing harsh or painful. He would spank me, then gently rub my butt cheeks. But gradually, it became stingy. When I counted to ten, the pacing changed instantly. It became faster and harsher. I was yelping and couldn't keep up with the count anymore.

He then said, "You've been a naughty boy tonight and you know what naughty boys get, don't you?" With that, he gave me a quick slap on the ass with his large hand as the other pressed on my lower back holding me in place. I cried out, mostly in shock as I clenched my ass cheeks together. When I relaxed, he struck me again and again on my bare ass. Here I was, a middle-aged man, bent over another man's knees; my ass getting spanked but it felt wonderful being dominated by this big man. Paul held me across his lap while he spanked me 25-30 times. My ass must have been red from being disciplined before he finally let me up. I rubbed my ass trying to get rid of the pain from the spanking I just

I have no idea how long he went before he stopped but he wasn’t done with me. Instead he forced my legs apart and started touching me, whispering about how old does a pup have to be to get a hard on. I squirmed even more, trying to get away. The first time he just said something, the second time he squeezed me, the third time was another spanking."

(Yes ) Pet play. I don't want to be treated like an animal. Discipline. (Yes) Impact play. "Does impact play mean you'll hit me?" My voice shakes. "No, love. It's not abuse if that's what you're worried about. It can be spanking, which is a form of discipline or paddling or flogging.” Ethan explains. "What if I'm okay with spanking but not the others?" "Check it, and put a note beside it that says what you want.” Ethan says.

” “What about children?” “I don’t like telling parents how to raise their children but I also heavily discourage parents from engaging in physical punishment on their pups as raw emotions is when abuse tends to occur. It’s rare but the youngest I’ll supervise a spanking by the pup’s parent is eight and it’s only as a last resort. I often refer parents who want me to do the spanking to Julie for several months before I will agree to spank any pup under twelve. Thirteen and above is usually when I step in and take over discipline.

“Got it. So, you’re squirming on my lap because the threat of being disciplined with a punishment spanking arouses you. You don’t always need the actual release from a swat to your bottom. I shrug shyly and murmur, “A swat is nice.” His smile grows and he kisses me again, briefly this time. “Who decides when you get spanked?” My eyes widen. “You do, Sir.” Another nod. “Just making sure.” This can’t be real. It’s too good to be true. He may be twenty-five, but how much does he really know about age play and spanking? “Do you want to have sex with me, Tyla?”

"You, of course. I can't remember the number of times you've been targeted.” I gave a smug smile in response, “It's because your big sister is a famous person in the pack, and my rivals can't endure that.” I replied, and the little brat had the guts to roll her eyes, making me flick her forehead. “What, you don't believe?” “I'm no longer a kid; I am almost eight years old. Stop treating me like a child!” She complained in defiance, pushing out her chest. “Oh,” I drawled, staring down at her with a mischievous smile. “No matter how old you get, I will still continue spanking you whenever I feel like it. Why don't we try it now?”

Getting out of my sixty-nine and freeing her mouth, Marcia said, "I haven't had a good spanking in about three weeks. Would you be willing to give me one?" "Let me see," holding my hands out on either side of my body about chest high, "on the one hand, my right hand is sore from Evelyn's spanking." I lowered my left hand and raised my right like a balance. "On the other hand, I'd be spanking the most perfect ass I know." My hands went the other way. "It seems a little Dominant/submissive right now and you aren't wearing your collar at the moment." They switched again. "I don't have to be in slave mode to want a spanking. I get them at other times," Marcia said, laughing.

she gasped, pushing back against me. I spanked her right ass cheek hard, the sharp crack ringing out over the water. Her flesh jiggled deliciously, turning a pretty pink almost instantly. I alternated between cheeks, spanking her in a steady rhythm. Elena pushed back onto my cock eagerly, meeting every powerful thrust with equal fervor. “Spank me more! I’ve been such a bad mommy letting my son’s best friend breed me like this,” she whimpered, her voice breaking with pleasure.

“Please spank me first, Daddy. Make my ass burn then fuck me hard from behind. I need to feel owned by you.” His large palm came down sharply on my soft rear. The sting made me moan loudly. “Yes, just like that,” I begged. “Spank your naughty girl harder. I deserve this for being such a bad ex-girlfriend.” He spanked me again and again until my skin felt hot and red. The pain turned into delicious heat between my legs.