Choose Your Own Spanking Novels & Stories

Having no choice, my body stretches to try and accommodate his size. "You are going to come on my cock, sweetheart, and you are going to scream my name when you do it." "You have to tell me when it's too much." He pleads against my ears. "It's never too much," I whisper back. "With you, I can easily lose control, Xyana. So, tell me." He repeats, spanking my ass. I'm about to finally respond in the affirmative, but my lips shut up when he pummels me to the point that I can’t even hold my own weight with my palms.

"Were you serious about some pain with your pleasure?" "Yes please. I was sincere. This device... you said it does tension like a rack? Please?" I activated the automatic BP cuff. "Is your preference for spanks, maybe with a flogger, or do you want some nipple clamps, or is straight tension what you are looking for?"

I can feel myself clenching, dripping for him, totally lost in it. Holy fuck. I’m in a sex club, bare-assed over Caleb Strowman’s lap, and he’s spanking me like he owns me. And I’m loving every goddamn second of it.

I was just used to getting spanked, and yelping to it was instinctive. “Pah!" “Aah, Two…aah, three..aah, four…" The spanking started slowly, nothing harsh or painful. He would spank me, then gently rub my butt cheeks. But gradually, it became stingy. When I counted to ten, the pacing changed instantly. It became faster and harsher. I was yelping and couldn't keep up with the count anymore.

He told me, making me widen my eyes in shock, making him chuckle at my reaction. “Don’t worry love, the punishment would be fun as well. I can choose to spank this pretty ass of yours until you cum over and over again or I can choose to screw you all day, but I won’t let you cum, I would withhold your orgasm for as long as I want to. Trust me, I can do it all day and the best part of it all is that it is all going to be fun, and I’ll make you love every moment of it.” he told me with a smirk, obviously enjoying my discomfort.

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

"Or just because you want one." "What's a punishment for you?" I asked. "Because I can tell you right now that spanking won't do anything to deter my behavior." "You can reflect on yourself while standing in that corner, naked." His eyes darkened, a mischievous glint appearing. "Or maybe I'll have to get creative and come up with something else."

“Does that disappoint you?” I shake my head. “No. It scares me.” He nods like he understands. Of course he does. “When everything is loud,” he says, “you don’t have time to feel. Quiet makes space.” “Space for what?” “For truth.” That lands right where it’s supposed to. I let out a slow breath. “I’ve been scared of choosing wrong.” Karl doesn’t interrupt. He never does. “I kept thinking if I didn’t choose, I wouldn’t hurt anyone. Like standing still meant no damage.” I laugh weakly. “Turns out standing still hurts too.”

He rubbed the spot soothingly, then delivered another smack to the other cheek — harder this time. “Count them for me, princess,” he said, voice calm and steady. “Ten spanks for coming home so late and dressed like you wanted attention from boys who don’t deserve you.” “One…” I breathed as the third smack landed. By the fifth, my ass was warm and tingling, and I was dripping down my thighs. Marcus noticed. He paused to slide his fingers back between my legs, pumping them slowly inside me while he continued the spanking with his other hand. “Six… seven… oh God, Daddy—” My voice broke into a moan as his fingers curled perfectly against that sweet spot inside me.

Then she reached across the table again, took his hand, held it in the library where anyone could see, where Chelsea could see, where Dante would eventually hear. "Then choose me," she said. "Publicly. Loudly. Without calculation. And let me choose you back, even though I don't know if I'm performing or becoming, even though the dare persists, even though—" She squeezed his hand. "Even though I might hurt you. Even though I might become her. Even though I might not know the difference until it's too late."