Age Play Spanking Novels & Stories

“You wouldn’t put me down! You’ve hit me plenty of times—so what if I hit you twice?” His eyes darkened, sharp with a dangerously calm fury. He gripped my jaw, his fingers rough but not painful. “Spanking,” he said slowly, mockery dripping from every syllable, “is a form of sexual suggestion. Is this how you plan to handle our divorce?” My breath caught. Sexual? My cheeks flamed. “That’s ridiculous!” I protested. “You started it! You were spanking me for years—since I was fifteen! How is it discipline when you do it, but something else when I do?”

Memories of the way he brought me to orgasm last night stoke the flames that are already smoldering for him. “Yeah, I’m going to be spanking this ass nightly,” he mutters just before his hand crashes down right in the center of my ass. I yelp. “Are you going to spank that hard?” He chuckles. “Depends, bambina. Are you going to be a good girl for Daddy?” I moan and roll my hips on his lap. He slaps me again and I yelp. “Yes, Daddy.” “That’s what I want to hear.” But he starts up a rhythm, spanking me much harder than I think he should for a little slap and tickle before sex.

I set up a wireless portable CCTV inside my kid's room so I can monitor them just in case they wake up in the middle of our session. "Come on, sweetheart, let's play. Don't change your dress yet. I want to fuck you wearing that dress." I hold her hand, and we go into our playroom. I can feel how nervous she is when we enter the playroom. "To the spanking bench, sweetheart." "Ok, Daddy. Please don't be so mean." "Since you lied to me three times, I will give you three strikes with a paddle. You will thank me for every strike. Do you understand?"

"Now I want you to get on that fridge over there, and shoot out your ass for me. Master needs to spank you for being very disobedient. My fridge wasn't the long standing one, it's more like the short, flat long one?... I guess. My hands went involuntarily to my ass, I can't let Ethan spank me on my ass. That shit is painful. My mum once spanked me and I got her arrested. I was ten years old then. Ever since then, no one has ever done that to me again. "I'm waiting slave... you shouldn't keep me waiting." He said softly, too softly.... He sounded mischievous. "There's no way I'm letting you spank me on my ass, I'm not going to climb my fridge and let you hit me on the ass!" I said dead seriou

My thighs are aching from being restrained for the last thirty minutes or so, but still I manage to raise my bottom up a little more. "Please spank me, Sir. I need to learn how to behave." Despite my enthusiasm for a decent spanking I still wince when the flat of a paddle caresses my right buttock. Whichever Dom is wielding it strokes the implement back and forth across my waiting cheek before lifting it and bringing it down hard. It catches me full across the widest part and hurts like fuck.

“There’s nothing wrong with kink. You shouldn’t feel shame for having those desires.” “Yes, but…what kind of normal, decent person likes being beaten up?” “Do I beat you up?” I asked, only slightly amused. “You know what I mean.” I smiled and slid off the desk. I crouched in front of her, lifted her hands off the folder, and opened it. “A spanking is not the same as a beating. I don’t use my fists. I will never use my fists on you.” I turned the first page over and showed her. “See?” I traced the finger down my list of hard no’s. “No punching.”

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.

“Daddy…I want to come, but I don’t know when those words will make it out. Michael meets my words with another sweet yet stinging spank. “No, little flame. You’re not permitted to cum,” Tremors wrack through me. My mouth tumbles open, unleashing words of plea. “Please, daddy. I can’t hold it…anymore.” I squirm, bucking when he spanks me the thirtieth time. “If you come, I’ll start afresh in spanking you,” He warns, his tone grim. “Count!” “Thirty-five,” I whimper, shuddering over him. “Good girl. Keep it up, little flame, and I’ll reward you with a nice fuck.” He beats me again. “Do you know why I’m punishing you?” He asks.

"You mentioned spanking. Is that really, I mean…I can't see consenting to being beaten." He looked at her directly. "Not beaten. This is way different. We're talking about a spanking on the ass, like with a hand or a crop or some other tool. When you break a rule, you will be punished. That's the way it is. The thing is, the line between pain and pleasure is paper thin. A spanking can be very sensual. You'd be surprised. Remember, you'll have safe words to let me know how you're doing, but you have to use them." Bella nodded slightly, still wide-eyed.

After the accident and the shooting, he had turned soft and intense, and even though he made me come harder than before every time he fucked me, I missed the way he used to fuck me, unapologetically hard and roughly like he hated me and wanted to break me so he could put me back together. I shifted on the warm leather seat and he smirked like he could read my mind. Not wanting to give him the upper hand, I circled my arm around his neck and gripped a fistful of his hair as I pulled him closer, I said, “Maybe you should...” I took his bottom lip between my teeth and gave it a hard suck before I let it go with a soft bite as I added, “Or maybe your age is finally catching up with you and you h