Age Play Spanking Novels & Stories

“Ten spanks. Then you’ll ride me until I believe you’re sorry.” He pulls out slow, strings of spit connecting us. Uses the ring to haul me up and bend me over the high foot of the bed. My toes barely touch the floor, ass presented, pussy already glistening. The first spank cracks across my right cheek—sharp, perfect sting. “One. Thank you, Daddy.”

" Shut it you bunch of jerks." See they all against me " That's some foul language for a toddler." Cole said " Give him 5 swats as his age." Malik said " Stop it guys," Luke said, finally, " He has grown, he is 6, I celebrated too early." " Let's give him a birthday spanking then." Malik sang and they just laughed " Tell me when you guys are done... I will join you then." I said dramatically, getting up to go when Luke grabbed my arm. " Fine, sit baby boss."

“Okay, I won't be spanking you on your ass this time. You'd be receiving it on your tits. A total of thirty spanks, fifteen on each of them.” “But—” “And I'll tell you the rules while you are being punished,” he cut me in between while pulling my breast in his hand, and I had to close my eyes to control the moan ready to escape.

Just one rub against my clit and I’d explode. “You know, I’ve lost count,” Ryan murmured, his hand smoothing over my ass. I knew it was red, burning, marked by him. “Was that thirty… or thirty-one?” “Thirty-three,” I panted. My voice trembled, raw. He had spanked me thirty-three times, and each one had broken me further open. “Ah… then two more.” His chuckle was deep, dark, as if this was nothing but a game to him. He was enjoying it. teaching me a lesson for the comment I made on his age.

“I’ll give them a spanking. That’ll fix it.” “Hey! Kendrick!” He cleared his throat. “If it’s a boy, he gets a spanking. If it’s a girl, I’ll reason with her.” “This isn’t about boys or girls!” She stared at him, exasperated. “How do you reason with a three-month-old baby? And spanking is absolutely out of the question.” Even a two- or three-year-old wouldn’t necessarily respond to reason. And his “boy gets hit, girl gets reasoned with” approach? Way too reckless.

I almost made it, until I felt strong arms pull me up from the waist back. "I didn't want to do this, but you are in need of a good punishment" he says, wait what! A punishment he got no right to punish me, thinking back at his programs, the dominant boyfriend one, that one includes some light spanking and foreplay but that's only meant for pleasure. The nanny program also had the right to punish, but that depends on the age of the child and parents' orders, I never gave him orders to punish me.

I don't want to end up on the floor! "Calm down, baby." Noah cooed. "I see your mind running a mile a minute. I need you to get out of your head. Just feel and be present with me. Here and now. Can you at least try, baby girl?" I nodded and quickly corrected myself. That got me a playful spank on the bottom. Noah didn't use spanking as a punishment because he knows how much I enjoy it. If it's a turn on, it shouldn't be a punishment. That's teaching 101, don't give treats for bad or unwanted behavoir.

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.

I take it down greedily, milking him for every last drop. He tries to pull me into his lap when he’s finally spent, his eyes dark with satisfaction, but I’m not ready for soft cuddles and words of love yet. Of course the emotion is always here between us, but I need something more extreme to ease the strain I’ve been under all day. “You owe me a spanking,” I remind him softly, watching his expression flicker uncertainly. “I adore a bit of impact play, love, but I’m not sure that’s what you need right now. It should be fun, not a punishment.”

“My safe word is blueberries. The stoplight method is one that I use for soft limits that I haven’t tried yet.” “Alright princess, here’s your punishment for being a brat. 10 spankings with the paddle, and I want you to use the stoplight while I do this. I want you to say, ‘Thank you Alpha’ after each spanking and if it gets to be too much, I want you to say ‘red’”. “Yes, Alpha.” With that, the spankings begin. I hear the whoosh of the wind through the heart cut out at the base of my paddle and the sudden sting of it against my ass.