Blonde Spanked Novels & Stories

His presence and warmth of his body ignited a fire within me and I quickly reached out to take the glass of champagne, gulping all down to cool off the heat. The stocking was now dry and I crossed my legs together in a feeble way of stopping the tingling feeling in my core. It was strange, I've never felt it before, it was all new to me and quite frankly terrifying. "Easy there on the champagne blondie." Luke says. His hands come to rest on my thigh and he squeezes it. I jump, looking at him startled. At seeing my unease he retracts his hand mumbling a sorry.

The Art of Spanking: A BDSM Threesome (2) "You really think Adam dishing it out might, ahem... help?" Kellie asked as she relaxed. "Think? No, I know it. Your little tushie needs some attention," Courtney said, licking her hand and miming a slap. "Yeah, Adam, what do you think? We've both been so naughty." They both turned to me, waiting. "That could be..." I drifted. Fun. "Was that a yes?"

Then she realize her legs are free from the cuffs but not her hand, but she loves it snaking her legs on Shun Yu's waist while Shun Yu was Pumping on her hole. "Da-Daddy ah ah~" She moan Shun Yu roughly pumping her but she didn't even care less it's pleasure is one of a kind, She pumping and Spanking her butt checks. "Daddy Spank me more~" She demand Shun Yu just spank her more and pumping her in a fast pace,. The pleasure and pain was to much that when she cum. Brittany was about to shake her hands, but it all went black. - - - Shun Yu even smile and shock she pass out huh? I thought she's dead damn this girl for making me worried,. on Shun Yu's mind.

I closed my eyes in ecstasy, not realizing that I had grabbed their hair, urging them to deepen their mouths on my throbbing member. "Fuck!" I exclaimed. The lower part of my body feels weak because of the sensation I am experiencing. I grab the woman with long hair, who has a perfect arch in her spine. I make her bend over and spank her on both sides. I don't care if water is dripping from her. "Spank me more!" the woman shouts. "Take this!" I repeatedly spank her, pressing my body against her back. The two women in front of me are kissing. They are making out. I widen my smile and command them.

My lips lifted in a weak smile as I placed my hand on his chest; silently noting that this was the second time he saved me. “What exactly did they do to you?” Sandy said in a voice laced with concern. He brushed away the hair from my forehead and cupped my face; studying me restlessly. I wanted to tell him that I was alright but I couldn’t even move my lips. They felt like dry sand paper stuck to my face. After several tries, all I managed was a soft grunt. This was when Evaan crawled onto the bed and placed his little hand on my forehead. His expression was solemn, “She has probably been tortured using the seven needles technique, the five poisoned technique, the jarred ring spell, or maybe

"I think that calls for some funishment." He must have read the sources I gave him on BDSM. I wanted to turn, give him a high five, but I was otherwise occupied. Kiema, her hands still trying to get my dick free of my pants, nodded again. "Yes. I'm afraid it's the only thing that will help me learn new behavior." We all snickered. "Too fucking right, angel. Come out from under those blankets. It's time to take your spankings like a good girl." Ransom pulled at the blankets that hid the rest of her body away from us.

The blonde added a vibrator, pressing it against my clit, turning it to high, and I came, pussy and ass clenching, squirting over her face. They rotated—the redhead riding my face, the brunette fingering my cunt, the blonde sucking my tits, the muscular woman fucking my ass with the strap-on. Each move was a symphony of moans, their hands roaming, spanking, teasing, pushing me to orgasm after orgasm. The brunette came on my tongue, the redhead on my fingers, their juices mixing as I trembled, the loft echoing with our cries.

, 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

She jumps, startled by my sudden spank, and I hear a faint gasp escape her lips. Smack! Smack! Smack! Repeatedly, my hand meets her buttocks, her moans blending with the sound of my strikes. The scent of her arousal fills the air, and I can feel the heat radiating from her body as I continue to spank her. Her once fair skin turns red with my fingerprints on them. I don’t even count how many spanks I give her because I focus solely on disciplining her. As my fury dissipates, I take a deep breath and let go of her hair. The sound of her heavy breathing echoes through the room as she leans her head against the wall. I can smell the faint scent of sweat mixed with her perfume. The intensity of t

The blonde's pussy, glistening pink, nearly drove me to the brink of climax. Starting from the lowest setting, the vibrator's intensity gradually increased, eliciting moans from the blonde. "Don't you dare come, or you'll be punished," the brunette warned, her lips latching onto the blonde's erect nipples. She teased the blonde, tracing the vibrator around her thighs before returning it to her pulsating clit. "Please, Mistress, let me come," the blonde pleaded, her voice trembling. "No," came the stern reply. "I'm yours to command. Grant me this reward," the blonde implored.