Bloody Caning Bdsm Novels & Stories

Blaze POV I slam three fingers back into his ass at the same time as my other hand comes down hard on his ass cheek. The sharp crack echoes through the room. Dylan moans into the pillow, his whole body jolting. “I want to see this ass red and burning from my hand,” I growl, spanking him again, harder this time. His skin blooms pink almost instantly. His cock leaks heavily onto the sheets beneath him. “Do you have a pain kink, Little Rabbit?”

"Take every single fucking inch like the good property you are. This tight little pussy belongs to me now body and soul." The blindfold was utterly soaked through with endless tears. The ball gag choked every scream into wet, desperate gurgles. The restraints cut bloody welts deep into my wrists and ankles. When my body finally spasmed through one last unwanted, humiliating orgasm clenching desperately around his pounding cock, he groaned savagely above me and pumped thick ropes of cum deep inside my pussy hot, claiming, utterly permanent. Marked. Owned. Bred.

I cried, my eyes rolled back into my head. He slowed down a little, the sudden change in pace denying me my orgasm. "Not yet. Or I'll stop," he said as he pulled out and made me lay down, stomach down, ass up, slamming me harder and faster doggy style. "Daddy!" I shamelessly screamed as his cock threatened to tear my asshole. "Your cock is too big." "Shut up and take it like the little slut you are," he hissed, spanking my ass hard, leaving his hand prints.

“UNDERSTOOD?!” “Y— Yes, Master!” Quinn responded really quickly and with that, I swung the bamboo cane and struck her across the ass, hitting both of her ass cheeks at the same time and drawing a loud cry of pain out of her. I waited a moment for her to thank me and count out the number of strikes just as I’d instructed but she remained silent when her cries stopped, pissing me off but I read what BDSM was about so I took a deep breath.

“You'll never find a husband with that despicable attitude,“ he barks, slamming the book again. Another wave of pain surges through me, and blood drips onto the black marble below. That's one of the reasons why we have such ridiculous expensive floors. It's expensive, and well, it cleans easy. Blood, urine, spit, hair, cum—I’ve seen it all. All byproducts of punishment. Blood, from beatings like this. Urine, from when girls are made to pee in front of their dominants. Spit, when they’re degraded. Hair, ripped out by the handful. And cum… for when dominants make us sit and watch them masturbate over us. No sex, remember. But rape is a clear threat here. As soon as we leave this school.. We're

Intense BDSM (bondage, spanking, slapping, choking, gag, plugs, cuffs), total power exchange, public humiliation, throat fucking, forced orgasms/orgasm denial, extreme dirty talk, knotting/breeding, size difference, crying/messy submission, possessive marking. READ WITH HOLY WATER RIGHT BESIDE YOU!!! 1 ~ The Auction Block The cold iron chains bit into my wrists as I stood there, naked and trembling, under the harsh glare of the auction house lights. My family had sold me to settle their massive debt to the pack—debts from failed hunts, lost territories, and bad alliances.

I was just pushing another button to make him even more brutal. He fists my hair, yanking my head back like reins, choking me lightly with his other hand around my throat. "Take it, BDSM is another love language. Milk my dick with that greedy twat." The bed shakes, my tits swinging wildly, nipples scraping the sheets as he fucks me through three shattering orgasms, each one tearing screams from my lungs, splattering all over his thrusting shaft and the mattress. He doesn't stop, edging himself, spanking my clit mid-thrust till I'm a babbling mess. Finally, he lets out a roar, filling me up with another intense release, so thick it spills out around him.

Lady Candice puts the U-Bar in my ass and sets the setting to its highest level. Lady Candice takes an old wooden stick that resembles a baseball bat and rams it deep in my rectum. It stretches me, making me bleed out of my ass while still holding the U-Bar inside of me. I want to scream, but I do not. I just stay there lifeless. She is whipping me on my back with a leather whip repeatedly, and even takes a pocket knife out of her dress and starts to stab me in my ass cheeks. I am losing so much blood, but she does not care. I wasn't a meal now for them. They want to teach me a lesson about who is in charge. They want me to know that they could kill me at any moment. That I better walk a str

Getting used to the strap, huh? Let’s see how she’ll do being caned. I went with a long birch cane. She didn’t notice when I switched the strap to a cane. I took a step back and struck it against her ass. She cried out loudly, and the sound went straight to my cock. The cry turned into a scream after the second strike. Her screams filled my ears as I struck the fifth strike. I set the cane down on the table. I circled back around to take another look at the artwork I had just performed.

“Take a moment to think about it.” Sighing, I close my eyes and try and catalog all the keywords I usually search for when I’m watching p**n. “I guess bondage,” I say. “Spanking, flogging, nipple play. Orgasm denial.” Mr. Blackpulls two sets of cuffs from the case and then stands. "We’ll start with bondage and flogging. Take off your clothes.” “What?” I crane my neck to look at him. “I can’t flog you if I can’t get at your skin,” he says.