Choose Your Own Spanking Novels & Stories

13 - All for Daddy Chelsea My pussy throbbed at his words. “Bunny,” I said, trying not to sound too excited. I had read about spanking in romance books and they made me squirm with arousal. I always wanted to try it but never got the chance. Until now. Getting spanked by a man who was twice my age should have made alarm bells ring in my head, but instead, I was getting hornier. Because I knew he would stop if I wanted to.

she whispers, her voice cracking. I nod. "I went easy on you. The shit you pulled today could have easily earned you twenty spankings. Disposing of trash is expensive, you know. But we'll work up to that. For now, I'll give you a choice for the second part of your punishment." Her face contorts with a blend of fear and uncertainty, and I relish in the satisfaction of her reacting to me once again. "Option one," I declare, my voice a low murmur, "you endure ten more spankings. Option two," I continue, watching intently for her reaction, "you worship my cock."

She's still trying to appear unbothered. "Does spanking you in front of a stranger seem reasonable as a form of punishment?" "What? Why? No?" Selena's heartbeat quickens as she struggles to choose the right words. "Exactly. First, I'll take you home. Then, I'll bend you over my knee and spank you until you beg me..." I bite my lip to stop myself from voicing any more of my ideas. Yet, it's not enough to prevent a growl from forming in my chest.

There was no need to aggravate him by being more disobedient. “I’ll give you a choice this time for disobeying me. You will either accept to stay three days without a single touch from me. Or you bend over the desk and let me spank you like the little brat you are. Just ten strikes, but let me warn you, I won’t go easy on you. It’s supposed to be punishment, and I will spank you with that in mind, not your pleasure.” He said to me, “Which do you choose?”

“W-what? I try to turn around and look at him but he presses my head into the table, keeping me firmly in place. “Today is your lucky day. You get to choose between my belt or my palm.” I must be crazy, because my nipples tighten at the mere thought of being tortured by this man. “I’m going to spank you, little caramel.” He growls. “Palm or belt, choose your poison.” I make my choice without hesitation. “B-belt.” The office is silent and tense for a moment. Suddenly, Bhyron speaks up;

Then he whipped her cheeks: “Please carry on”, she said. “Are you sure?” “Yes.” Cassius did as she asked. Spank “Eighteen. Forgive me for I have sinned. I became proud of myself.” Spank “Nineteen. Forgive me for I have sinned. I LOVE myself and I realize I deserve happiness” Spank “Twenty. Forgive me for I have sinned. Well, I am not sure of this, but I think… Maybe… I am beautiful…”

“Okay, I won't be spanking you on your ass this time. You'd be receiving it on your tits. A total of thirty spanks, fifteen on each of them.” “But—” “And I'll tell you the rules while you are being punished,” he cut me in between while pulling my breast in his hand, and I had to close my eyes to control the moan ready to escape.

“You think you’ll spank me like a child? What have I done to be treated like that?” “You chose the wrong hill to take a stand on and it won’t be a spanking for a child’s love. I’ll spank you like the brat you are and by the time I’m done, I’ll fuck that little red ass of yours until you are mindless from the hours of extreme pleasure. You’ll leave here unable to walk straight and every man that looks at you will know you’re mine and I’ve enjoyed every part of your luscious body.” George watched a gasp hitch in Ana’s throat and her eyes shift from angry to hot.

It was quite clear that he was definitely enjoying my ordeal. "How many spanks do you think would suffice for these mistakes?" He asked. "I am not a kid that you will spank," I retaliated. "You are everything that I want you to be," he shot back, his words dripping with possessiveness, "and be glad that I am leaving you just by spanking." What a joke! "I believe five spanks for each mistake should suffice to start," His hand pressed against my buttock, a chilling sensation that sent shivers down my spine. "Now, count for me."

Her hands were folded in front of her, fingers steady, as if she was the one watching me unravel. “You’re late,” she said. “I didn’t come to hurt you,” I replied, though I didn’t remember walking in. She smiled faintly. “That’s what you tell yourself.” The hall began to close in, the walls inching closer with every step I took toward her. My boots echoed, loud and accusing. “They gave me no choice,” I said. “The pack was tearing itself apart.” She tilted her head. “There is always a choice, Garrick. You just chose the one that kept you standing.”