Boyfriend Spanked Me Novels & Stories

He spanked me again and again and again, each slap sending a fresh wave of heat through my body, making me clench around him even tighter. "Every time I spank you, you get even more tighter," he said, landing another stinging slap on my ass. "This pussy loves being punished. You love getting fucked up and spanked by your stepbrother while you still pretend to hate it." "I hate you," I moaned, the denial tumbling from my lips even as my hips pushed back for better thrusting, seeking the friction.

I begun slowly but after some moments, I rode him hard, my boobs bounced with each thrust. He rubbed my clit to double the pleasure. A moan left my throat. Sweat beads trickled down our bodies. With one more flap of positions, he flattened me on the bed, my face buried in the pillow while he raised my ass, spreading my thighs wide, he pushed himself hard. I could feel him drill more deeper in this position. His tip continously hit my womb. "You teased me, now it's time for your punishment. Take Daddy's cock and spanks like a good girl." He said and spanked my ass cheeks hard.

Tom: "Seems like the slut of your girlfriend is getting off being spanked by a real man." When Sophie heard Tom's words, she felt so humiliated and so ashamed for poor Ethan. But yes, although the spanking was very painful, it was arousing her a lot. This in itself added to the humiliation, knowing that what this bully of a big strong man was doing to her turned her on. It made her feel like a true slut, to be exposed, naked in front of a group of men she barely knew. She'd never met Victor's henchmen before; these were total strangers, and she was completely naked over one of their laps receiving her first ever bare assed spanking with the others watching her being degraded as well as her l

He spins me again, bends me over the toilet lid, and drives back in from behind. No mercy now. He fucks me like he’s trying to punish me for almost getting caught, hips slamming, hand fisted in my hair, the other spanking my ass raw. Every thrust forces a choked sob from my throat. “Take it,” he hisses. “Take your father-in-law’s cock while your husband walks away like a fucking idiot.” I come again, harder than before, squirting so violently it splashes the toilet tank.

"If he gets hard during your spanking, he may fuck you." "Yes, Mistress." Cindy crawled over to Bill. "Master Thornhill, I spied on my brother and his girlfriend fucking when they were dating. I was very bad and should be punished. Would you please administer fifty strokes to my bare ass?" "Over my lap, slave." "Yes, Master." Cindy draped herself over Thornhill's lap. I felt myself getting hard again. Julia whispered to Rhonda to suck my cock nice and slow. "Don't let him cum until Cindy does."

“So beautiful to see that you’re crying for me. Do you like crying from the spanks?” Before he could answer, I spanked him three more times, hard. The cry broke from his throat this time, mixed with a moan. “Yes, Dom,” he sobbed out. “I love what you’re doing to me. I love crying from the spanks.” Fuck. Hearing him say that almost made me lose control. I had to tighten my hands into fists against his skin just to stop myself from keeping going. His ass was glowing red now, hot under my palms. It was so perfect. This was what I had always dreamed to see badly.

"Prove it later. Right now fuck me like you mean those pictures." He pulled out, dragged me to the wall, and shoved me against it face-first. Fisted my hair and slammed back into my pussy from behind, spanking my ass hard with every thrust. "This what you need? Your stepbrother ruining you?" "Yes—harder," I moaned, pushing back. "Don’t stop." He spanked me again, the sting blooming hot, then reached around to rub my clit fast. "Gonna put a baby in you. Fill my little sister until everyone knows who owns this cunt."

Second, the bastard thug had just called himself my boyfriend and they must have found me disgusting for dating a thug. “Jordan…” Damien made to move closer to me but I backed away. The donut box dropping from my hand. “I said ‘act like my boyfriend’ for just five minutes, not ‘act like my fucking husband’ for the rest of your life!” I half-yelled, my fingers curled into a tight fist as I glared hard at Damien. Damien blinked slowly, taking his time to register every detail of my expression into his damn memory, as if he hadn’t expected me to get mad at him for beating a defenseless man to a musk.

MY BOYFRIEND'S FATHER 2 “You're doing this on purpose, aren't you? Walking around half-naked, flashing those tits and ass at me like a cheap hooker.” he snickered, his fingers digging into both sides of my cheeks aa he held my face with one hand, the other gripping my arm. “I… umm” I struggled to speak, shocked at how crude he was right now. “you fucking want this, don't you” he said as he spanked my braless boobs, making them jiggle, my nipple hardening instantly.

“Yes. Fuck your wife’s pussy. Destroy this pussy!” And he did exactly that. I loved telling him how much his pussy loved him by giving Kegel hugs. Embracing his large erection in a warm embrace and receiving brutal spanks in return. When he didn’t spank me, I spanked myself to remind him to do so. Even I found out I spanked myself harder than he spanked me. We both loved to fuck my insides. With my hands, I massage my love canal and with his boner – he does justice to his pussy.