Cheerleader Spanking Novels & Stories

she demanded. I brought my hand down on her right ass cheek. Sharp. The sound cracked through the room. She moaned and clenched around me. I did it again on the other cheek, harder. Red handprints bloomed on her skin. She rode me even faster, slamming down, taking me deep. “Good boy,” she gasped. “Spank your friend’s mum while you fuck her pussy.” I kept spanking her, alternating cheeks, watching her ass jiggle and turn pink. She reached back and spread herself wider so I could see my cock disappearing into her dripping hole.

“Mac told me I had to watch you.” I stare at her…she pisses me off. “Well, Mac’s not here.” “Hmm, pity.” She smirks to the other girls as she looks around the room. I glare at her as I feel my back prickle. “I’m glad he’s not. I’m being held here against my will you know.” Chelsea smiles her first genuine smile. “Oh, you poor thing. Being held as Mac’s sex slave would be such a hardship.” She widens her eyes to accentuate her point.

I gloried in his spunk filling me up. "Oh, yes," I moaned as he fired the last of his cum into me. "Oh, that's good. Mmm, I know who wants a lap dance--" "Ms. August," gasped Pita, one of the cheerleaders. She had changed into her slutty uniform, the skirt so short it flashed the thong she wore that hugged her pussy. A boob tube clung to her breasts. She wore her red ribbon about her neck like a choker. "Can you... Can you teach me how to be a stripper?"

He spanked me again, harder, the sound echoing through the studio. “You were warned, Lara,” he snarled, spanking me repeatedly. *CRACK. CRACK. CRACK.* Each brutal slap made my ass jiggle and burn. “I told you not to touch yourself. Now look at you — bent over like a cheap whore in front of my actors, your slutty little cunt dripping all over the floor.” The couple was completely frozen, watching wide-eyed as my stepfather spanked my bare ass mercilessly. The humiliation was overwhelming… and it made me cum harder than I ever had in my life.

She ran the smooth side over my ass, letting me feel the cool leather. "Ten strikes," Monica said. "Count them." The first slap landed hard across both cheeks. The sting bloomed hot and sharp. "One," I gasped. The second followed quickly on the left cheek. "Two." Each strike grew harder, the paddle cracking against my reddened skin. By the fifth my voice was shaking. Tasha reached under me and found my clit, rubbing it in tight circles while Monica continued the spanking.

“Coach—” “Sir,” he corrected sharply. “When I’m correcting you, you call me Sir.” His palm cracked hard across her swimsuit-covered ass. Mary gasped. “Count them.” Smack. “One… Thank you, Sir.” He spanked her steadily, each firm slap echoing in the empty locker room. He tugged the swimsuit further down until it pooled at her ankles, leaving her completely naked. Her toned ass turned bright red under his hand. By the twentieth spank she was whimpering, thighs pressed together, but her pussy was soaked — slick arousal coating her inner thighs.

“You won’t be needing to sit down, my love, we'll be standing on a pew during the ceremony. “But what about later?” “Are you trying to negotiate the terms of your punishment?” “No, no. I was just stating the obvious.” “It is obvious to me you need a good lesson, let's make it 10 spank for each cheek then.” “No!” I screamed as the first big spank went down my ass, “Oww!” “I don’t hear you counting” Smack “Two.” Smack “Three” Smack “Four, five, six, seven, eight, nine, ten.”

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.

She stretches out, her arms dangling over the chair arm, and I settle her firmly where I intend her to be. “This isn’t anger,” I tell her, my voice low and even. “This is instruction.” She nods, breath shallow, the reality of what’s coming settling into her body before it reaches her mind. My hand rests on the small of her back, a silent promise of the discipline she craves, as the first spank lands with a crisp, echoing slap against her curved bottom. The impact sends a jolt through her body, a mix of sting and heat that makes her gasp. Again and again, my large hand meets her ass, teaching rather than punishing.

She stepped behind me, and she yanked the skirt all the way up to my waist and tucked it there, completely exposing my bare ass and soaked cunt to her. “Fuck, look at this pretty little ass,” she growled“So pale. So untouched. That ends right now, you desperate slut.” The first spank came across my right cheek.I cried out, jerking forward. “Count it, bitch.” “One!” I gasped. “Louder, or I start over.” “ONE!” The second landed even harder on my left cheek,Then she started spanking without mercy. She moved between my left and right cheeks,then targeted the same burning spot over and over until I was screaming my lungs out