Cheerleader Spanking Novels & Stories

**TRIGGER WARNINGS** With each spank, Cadence’s breath hitched and her body flinched involuntarily. The stinging sensation spread across her skin, a constant reminder of her transgression. Yet, despite the pain, she remained obedient, counting each strike aloud as Alberto had commanded. “Two,” she gasped as Alberto’s hand connected with her skin once again, the force of the impact sending a shock wave through her body. The sound of each spank reverberated in the room, filling the air with an uncomfortable tension. Cadence’s mind raced as she tried to endure the punishment, her thoughts consumed by a mixture of pain and shame.

I felt his palm stroking up and down my lower back as I bent to get my panties off my heels. I unbuckled my heels but he stopped me, "Leave them on," he instructed. Embarassment swallow me whole as he widened his legs as a signal for me to hop on. Ignoring my burning face, I got on the seat and bent over his knees. "Good girl," he patted the top of my head as though I was some pet. I ground my teeth. "I will spank you thirty times and you will count them loud. After every spank you will thank me," he laid out the instructions for me while raising my skirt.

Calmly, he asks, "What are you being punished for, Cupcake?" "Coming without permission," I whimper. "Louder," he demands, slapping me again. "Coming without permission, Chef!" I scream, reveling in the pain and pleasure of this spanking. "Good girl," he says, and then he slams into me without warning. He draws me close to his chest, securing my arms behind me. One of his arms restrains mine, while his free hand firmly holds my throat. I scream as he takes me hard and fast, his merciless pace knocking the headboard against the wall over and over.

Her body responded in a way I never expected. The last time I had a girl almost cumming from being spanked was when I was in college, part of a Dom for sluts society. I looked down now and realized I was rock hard, my cock straining painfully against my pants. I hadn’t even noticed it happening during the spanking. This was wrong. She was my stepdaughter, barely eighteen, and I was supposed to be the one in control. “Get it together,” I muttered to myself. I stood up and paced the room, trying to shake the image of her short skirt bunched up, her ass pink from my hand. I couldn’t let this happen again.

"I want you to count your spankings for me, darling, count correctly, and you'll be rewarded, mess up or forget to count, and we will start all over. Do you understand, pet?" "Yes, sir," Katrina replies, practically panting with need already. I place a small gentle slap on her left cheek. "One." I add more momentum to the second slap I add to her right cheek. "Two." The third slap is harder than the first and second one combined, and I place it right in the middle. "Three." She cries out breathlessly as I spread her legs. Slapping the inside of her thighs, she moans out four. And the last spanking I place on her dripping wet cunt, my middle finger landing firmly on her clit.

She groans in frustration. "I was so close!" She breathlessly cries out, and I spank her ass hard. "Remember when you had me restrained? I needed you so badly, but you waited to please me. It's time to return the favor, Hazie. Straighten your legs and fix your position." She mutters a few cuss words under her breath as she repositions herself. I spank the other cheek, and she yelps. "No cussing. We don't need any negative energy after I worked so hard to cleanse you of it. This is positive reinforcement, my love. Do well, and I will reward you."

“Stephanie, your turn.” She moved at me and pulled out my gown and short. “Good girls. Now I want the both of you to move back a bit and turn around. I want a three hundred and sixty degrees look of your body.” We held our hands and moved back, turning around slowly. “The both of you are beautifully adorned by God.” We blushed and Kehlel smack his mouth audibly. “Stephanie, I want you to spank Grandma’s ass five times.” Stephanie came from behind and started apanking my ass, holding onto it as it wobbled.

I was here until he decided to let me go. As his hands slapped over my oversenttized butt, I cried out, but it soudned more like a damned moan. TO my horror, I rollled my hips, trying to grind my clit against his solid trousers-covered thighs. And despite the agonizing pain, I lifted my ass higher, lifting for the blows, rubbing my clit and nipples over his thighs with reckless abandon. I was going to cum. Wetness will flood out of my hole and stain his pants all because Keagan was spanking me. As suddenly as the blows started, they stopped.

"You're never going to be anything but disobedient. You will always need stern punishment and hard fucking." The vision of her draped over my lap, her reddened bottom on display for all the world to see as I spanked her, discipling the disobedient woman was almost too much. My balls swelled, screaming for relief. I could almost feel the sting in my hand from the intensity of her spanking, one hard smack coming after the other in rapid succession. I could see the way her face twisted in a combination of pleasure and pain as he body wiggled, trying desperately to keep her position.

Elijah resumed to spanking her across both ass cheeks using his hands this time. “Say thank you, Slut. Thank you for giving you the spanking you so desperately needed,” he commanded, rubbing her ass cruelly, making her whimper and moan at the very same time. Her once lovely creamy ass now swollen and red from the numerous spanks. “Thank you! Thank you!” She squealed, and soon she was forced back on her feet. Jackson stood up as well, grabbing the binder clips clamped over her nipples and giving them a little twist. She gasped loudly, letting out a short yelp.