Choose Your Own Spanking Novels & Stories

ONE MOMENT IT IS RAINING THE NEXT MOMENT THE SUN IS SHINING, SOME PEOPLE SAY CAPE TOWN WEATHER IS LIKE A WOMAN'S MOOD, ALWAYS CHANGING. SHE WENT TO SIT DOWN AND PLACED HER CUP ON A COASTER ON THE COFFEE TABLE. SHE TOOK A DEEP BREATH IN AND SLOWLY BREATHED IT OUT AGAIN. SHE WANTED TO CLEAR HER THOUGHTS. SHE NEEDED TO DECIDE WHAT SHE WAS GOING TO DO. SHE COULDN'T KEEP THIS SITUATION GOING. SHE NEEDED TO MAKE A CHOICE. SHE KNEW SHE LOVED BOTH AND SHE LOVED THEM IN DIFFERENT WAYS. THEY WERE BOTH SO DIFFERENT, SHE JUST COULDN'T BRING HERSELF TO CHOOSE.

I pressed harder into the wall, my heart hammering. “I’ll give you two options.” Darn it! I hated options. Especially two. “You’re going to dance your way to my bed, since you love being a seductress to the men in Dark Hound,” he said, his voice deceptively calm, “or you’d run—since you’re such a fan of running. Either way, both will get you the spanks you earned.” My brain short-circuited. “Wh… what? Spanks? Bed?” The words tumbled out in a squeak.

“There’s nothing wrong with kink. You shouldn’t feel shame for having those desires.” “Yes, but…what kind of normal, decent person likes being beaten up?” “Do I beat you up?” I asked, only slightly amused. “You know what I mean.” I smiled and slid off the desk. I crouched in front of her, lifted her hands off the folder, and opened it. “A spanking is not the same as a beating. I don’t use my fists. I will never use my fists on you.” I turned the first page over and showed her. “See?” I traced the finger down my list of hard no’s. “No punching.”

“Regardless, you’ve no one to blame for this but yourself, little girl. You chose to put yourself in jeopardy by going to Rush—” “I’m a grown woman and I can go wherever the fuck I want!” The flat of my hand landed on her right buttock. Ignoring her squeal of shock, I gave her left cheek its own swat as I began to lecture. “Not when you pick a club with a bad rep.” A pair of swats had her squirming. I simply tightened my hold around her waist. “Not when you go alone.” Two more strokes were delivered. Though I was spanking over a pair of sleep shorts, it was clear by her sharp yelp that the thin fabric wasn’t providing much protection.

"If you dare to misbehave again, I'll punish you. Consider this a one-time exception." Chloe mustered a bold and fearless expression, challenging him, "And how do you plan to punish me?" "By spanking you," Joseph replied. "...Let's explore other options," Chloe suggested. "You don't get to choose," Joseph retorted, his tone unwavering. Chloe wished she could find a hole to crawl into. 'How could he do this to me? He pinched my buttocks last time, and now he wants to spank me?'

He sits down on the overstuffed brown suede sectional and pats his lap. "Lose the towel, kitten." My pussy clenches. I'm not sure whether I'm more excited or nervous, but either way, I'm going forward. I drop the towel to the floor and climb over his lap, offering my ass up for his punishment. I pray a wooden spoon isn't the worst implement of torture in the world. It probably isn't, since it was used regularly on children's butts in the days when spanking was considered a useful and acceptable form of punishment.

"I can't what? Speak up, sweetie. Are you here for my approval, or do you want another F?" "No!" she shook her head fervently. "No, you can... you can spank me. That's fine. So I, um... what do I do?" I ventured a thin smile. "Assume the position." "Yeah, but... what position? If you want me on your lap you'll have to sit down. Or do I just grab my ankles, or...? You have to throw me a bone, here, Mr. Canon." I let my displeasure show, and the effect was visibly chastening. "First things first, spanking is about punishment, and contrition. If I wanted sass, I'd have brought Taylor over. You have to want my approval more than her, don't you?"

If any woman ever needed a spanking, it's this one. When she performed her little move on me, I wasn't expecting it and hit the ground before I could come up with a countermove. Yeah, I'm angry and that's never good. This is a lifestyle of choice. I've never before laid a hand on a woman who didn't want it. They might be afraid because a punishment spanking is no cake walk, but they voluntarily suffer the consequences for their actions. Punishing this woman, a dominant, goes against everything I believe in. She's driven me completely, certifiably insane, because I'm contemplating a fitting punishment.

"Option one: I spank you until you beg me to stop lying to me." Her breath hitched. "Option two: I tie you up and make you confess with every orgasm." Her eyes widened. "Option three..." I leaned in, grazing my lips against her jaw, "I make you watch yourself come undone in the mirror until you remember who you belong to." She licked her lower lip, her heart pounding faster. "Choose wisely, firecracker," I said. Her lips trembled. "Th-three..." "Take your clothes off. All of them. Now."

none of it meant a thing when money was involved! Then Kevin leaned in, his voice dripping with mockery. "You have good taste, though. She's a lot of fun in bed." I couldn't take it anymore. With a flash of rage, I threw a punch at him. "You brat!" My father, furious, kicked me hard in the knee, and Giselle rushed over to scratch my face wildly. I tried to dodge, but instead, I tripped over a mannequin and fell straight into a puddle of water.