Romans & histoires Bdsm Spanking

I fell on my stomach, straightening my legs, and pressing my sore and throbbing crotch against the mattress. My inner thigh is burning like hell and my body is on fire. Fuck! I can't believe, I let him do this with me and also I never thought that this type of spanking can also be so pleasurable. I like it. I'm liking the BDSM relationship, I can't believe it. I'm liking his roughness and strictest side also, it's unbelievable to me. I love pain and pleasure and that's what BDSM is. My eyes dilated in shock as he uttered, "I'm still not satisfied."

He spanked my ass, once, then twice, and again until I was moaning and rubbing against his hard-on. I never thought I'd ever considered being spanned, but do I love spanks. James had brought out so many crazy sides of me that even involved softcore BDSM. And I wasn't complaining, I couldn't. They were freeing and immensely pleasurable. He offed my shirt with a little help from me, then undid the class of my bra before grabbing one of my tits to close his mouth around it. "God," I moaned, my head falling back. The convulsion of my body anytime he had his lips around my breasts never got old. I was never getting used to it. Each flick of his tongue on my nipples, each kisses on my areolas, eac

Each thrust of his fingers drove me over the edge, but just before I could reel over the edge, he pulled away, leaving me empty and writhing for a release. I cried, thrashing on the seat. “Please daddy, I need to-“ “You can, and you will. Until I decide that you’ve earned it.” Adrian dragged me across the seat, manhandling me until I was on my knees, face pressed against the leather and ass high. The gown slipped down to the my waist, exposing everything. I heard the sound of his zipper, the metallic click of his belt unfastening. Fear and hunger muddled in my mind as he spanked me once and the sting shot across my ass. My gasped echoed in the car.

The sounds of spanking and cries are normal for the BDSM scene, but that's where normal stops. There is a real, honest to God carousel in the center of the large rotunda. It circles slowly with subs riding brightly colored horses. Some have their hands bound to the pole in front of them while others just hold on. Colorful lights glow and turn a child's ride into an erotic wonderland. There's a spanking bench, no two, where the customary benches would be on a normal carousel. It's totally awesome, erotic, and out of this world. This is a true BDSM playground.

"Six – please – harder –" He spanks me until I lose count. Until my ass is blazing red and hot to the touch and every slap sends shockwaves through my swollen clit and I'm cumming – cumming from the spanking alone, no clit contact, just the impact of his palm and the brutal depth of his cock and I gush onto the kitchen floor and he keeps going.

Her pussy was pointing at her mother, which was probably the more preferable to Cindy, but it also meant she was staring at her father's cock. "Thirty with my hand, slave, thirty with the Enforcer, and thirty with the whip. We'll string you up for the last two." "Yes, Domina." I proceeded to give Cindy a brisk spanking of thirty strokes. Whether it was my spanking or the fact it was occurring in front of her parents, or the overall lewdness of the day, Cindy climaxed before I reached the end, begging to cum and moaning quite nicely for us when she received permission. Dan's and Master's cocks were hard. Master drew Lisa onto his lap to take care of his.

I moaned softly, my body trembling with pleasure as I rode him, feeling the pressure building within me. Kael gripped my hips and spun us around, bending me over the bench so that I was on my knees, my back arched and my ass in the air. He positioned himself behind me, his hands roaming over my curves before landing with a sharp smack on my ass cheek. I gasped at the sting, but it only heightened my arousal. He wasted no time, slamming into me from behind with a force that made me cry out in pleasure. His hand came down on my ass again, the spanking adding an extra layer of intensity to our encounter as he pounded into me relentlessly.

"Melissa needs a little discipline, that's all." I felt a flush rise to my cheeks as Damien's hand came down on my ass again. This time, the spank was harder, and I couldn't help but let out a little cry. But despite the embarrassment and pain, I couldn't help but feel a twinge of excitement. There was something about Damien's dominance that was incredibly arousing. As the spanking continued, I found myself becoming more and more turned on. Damien's hand was firm and commanding, and I couldn't help but feel a sense of submission and surrender.

Brenda screamed, her whole body jerking forward. I gripped her hips like handles and started pounding her mercilessly. Hard, deep and filthy. The loud, wet slap-slap-slap of my balls smacking her clit filled the entire living room. Her juices and cream coated my shaft, dripping down her thighs with every violent thrust. “Take it, you little whore,” I growled, spanking her ass hard. “This is what you get for teasing me for months. This pussy belongs to me now.”

He softly rubs my tingling flesh, and then spanks me again, and again. Unconsciously, I raise my hips, offering my ass to Damien's spanking. I'm so frantic with excitement that I feel the air tickling the wet tissues between my spread thighs. I squirm so hard, desperate to get friction on my pussy. “Keep still, beautiful,” Damien says, spanking me harder than before. His voice is thick and filled with arousal. He moves away from me, and I watch him with lustful eyes as he begins to undress himself. Soon, he's fully naked as I am, and then he walks back to me.