Cheerleader Spanking Novels & Stories

Harder. I spanked her relentlessly. Alternating cheeks. Building speed. Building force. Ten on each side. Twenty. Thirty. I made her count every slap out loud. Her voice cracked by fifteen. She sobbed by twenty-five. Her ass turned bright red. Hot. Swollen. Welts rising in perfect handprints. “You came here to get fit,” I growled between strikes. “But all you really wanted was to get fucked by a woman. Isn’t that right?” “Yes,” she sobbed. “Yes, Coach… I wanted it… I wanted you…”

His spanking lasted long and Alex was both horny and shocked when he finished. For the last hand spanking it was Raphael's turn. She never met him; he must have arrived since she had left the centre. He spread her cheeks and began to stroke between the cheeks, and the taps continued faster than she was able to count all over her ass. Alex tried to count but cried more than spoke and the number were not audible.

“That may be true as well. However, have you forgotten? I’m your new daddy and grown woman or not, know this. Every time you do something that puts your life in jeopardy, Daddy will not hesitate to take you over his lap and spank your ass.” Reaching for the waistband of her shorts, I yanked both them and her panties down. “And little girls who break the first rule of safety and don’t even lock their doors get that spanking on their bare ass.” I stopped lecturing to concentrate on giving her ass the shine I’d promised. Bailey fought like a hellcat, bucking, twisting, squirming with every crack of my hand as I worked my way down the backs of her thighs. “All right! I get it! I’ll never go to a

Why is he purposely teasing me, walking around, showing me the leather, yet not letting it touch me? I need it to touch me. I watch as it lifts up, my heart racing, a hummingbird ready to fly away. As it swings down as I close my eyes. Screaming, I push up onto my toes. The feeling is fantastic. The leather feels amazing. I can’t go long without some sort of spanking.

Maverick said soothingly running his hands all over her front body making her have a hard time remaining in her sense. " For two mistakes twenty spankings" Naitee speak up looking at the floor to which Maverick hide his smile. " Then count out loud, " Maverick said rubbing his hands before her belly while still standing behind her. In the punishment, she has complete freedom to behave the way she wants, therefore, on the very first spank Naitee clutch the chain of her handcuffs tightly while moaning loudly in the process and said " One! "

CHAPTER TWENTY JULIA She grins maniacally and speaks, “Twenty jumping jacks and forty high kicks!” I freeze in shock, caught off guard by her insane request. Rowan scoffs, “She’s absolutely not doing that.” “Excuse me?” She sneers at him. “You heard me, she’s not doing that. That is wrong and purely cruel. It goes against cheerleading rules in the school. She is not a slave. She’s applying for a position. There’s a difference.” He snaps, tone sharp, and I smile

y dripping down her thighs. “On your knees, baby girl.” She dropped instantly, thighs spreading, ass pushed back. The sight of her obedience made my blood burn. I brought my palm down hard on her round ass. Smack. “You scared the fuck out of me today,” I growled, spanking her again, harder. Her ass jiggled beautifully, turning pink under my hand. “You let someone else touch what’s mine.” Kira cried out, pushing back for more, even throwing her head back. I gave her ten brutal spanks until her ass glowed red and she was sobbing, p.u.s.s.y leaking onto the floor beneath her.

I gasped as his words washed over me, making me shiver hard from excitement and relief. “Okay.” I squeaked out. Dax’s pov “E- eigh— ni- nine?!” She cried out, her pale body quivering in its curved position over the counter and I clicked my tongue, tapping the wooden spoon against my thigh. The rules had been simple, to not miss a number in the spanking, and so far, we’ve had to restart five good times. Her pale ass was reddened, and nothing like the cute swats I gave her last night in my office. Tonight was the real deal.

I ordered, spanking her cheeks hard—left, right, alternating until they glowed crimson, the handprints blooming like brands. She complied with a whimper, pushing her ass higher, her face buried in the couch cushions. "Spank me more, Alexander—punish me for being late today, for making you wait!" she pleaded, her voice muffled but desperate. I smirked, the memory of her tardiness fueling my strikes. Each slap echoed like a gunshot, her skin jiggling, her cries growing louder. "Yes! Harder—make it sting! I'm sorry, sir—I'll never be late again!"

I smiled as I raised my hand and began the spanking. I put enough force into the spanks to make her gasp in shock at the sting but not enough to actually hurt. To her credit, she only jumped and gasped at the first surprise spank and was able to call out all ten spanks. By the tenth spank, her little ass cheeks were pink and she was squirming on my lap. I then began to gently massage her ass cheeks causing Cindy to moan softly.