Novel & Cerita Choose Your Own Spanking

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.

I moan and squirm as he handles me. “Do you want to fuck me?” I ask. He opens his eyes and swats my bare bottom. “I told you how I feel about that language,” he says. “Do you want to fuck me?” I ask again. He turns me around. He pushes me against the wall of the shower. “You need discipline,” he says. His hard cock is pressing against me. He begins spanking my bottom hard. It feels so good. I am going to be a brat from now on. I cannot help but moan as he swats my ass over and over.

A kiss, on the lips, longer than the last one, but still safe, and tempting. "Should I knock?" A weak moment. An open hand, slapping that firm ass, just a little, maybe lingering too long after. "You know damn well you don't need to knock, sassy girl." Her eyes go wide, then an evil smile. "Aren't I a little old for spanking?" I smile, giving in to the flirt, "Remember what I told you." She turns, leaving, "I do. I'm an adult, I can make my own choices. But, dad, so are you."

“Please spank me first, Daddy. Make my ass burn then fuck me hard from behind. I need to feel owned by you.” His large palm came down sharply on my soft rear. The sting made me moan loudly. “Yes, just like that,” I begged. “Spank your naughty girl harder. I deserve this for being such a bad ex-girlfriend.” He spanked me again and again until my skin felt hot and red. The pain turned into delicious heat between my legs.

Not direct enough, but it should give options that were equal and balanced. "I challenged you three times." I started to speak and gave a short pause. "If it was only twice, it would be a light punishment, but since I challenged you a third time, then the punishment should be more severe." I ran my tongue around my lips which had suddenly become dry. "Nine lashes, twelve spankings, three denials of orgasm, exposure for two hours." "Enough!" Marcus interrupted me as he went on to list the options. "Don't move." He ordered.

I said, holding her face in my hands and looking down at her. “Yes, daddy.” “I’m going to let you choose your punishment, okay?” “Okay, daddy.” “You can lick daddy’s asshole, get spankings, or I can spit in your mouth.” I said, still standing over her and ready to deliver any punishment she chose. Lily made a face, frowning as she thought about it. “How many spankings?” “As many as I want to give you.” I said. “Oh.” she said, her eyes going wide. “I don’t know, daddy. You pick.”

I was in my mate Zane’s study, dropping off an invitation for the Alliance gala, when his tablet lit up. A private group chat. “Party tonight at the Alliance’s best restaurant to celebrate Vivienne passing the trials.” Confused, I tapped open the group. There were only four people in it. My own parents, the pack’s Alpha Hector and Luna Freda. My fated mate Zane, the future Alpha. And Vivienne, my adopted sister. The Omega orphan I’d naively rescued years ago. My mother typed: “Good thing Hector used his council connections to get Vivienne the spot in the Alliance’s strategy department. Harper’s already strong enough. This is more important for Vivienne.” Zane replied instantly: “I wish Vivie

I didn't yell or make a scene—I seemed to have anticipated everything coming. Just a little while ago, I was furious with him for forgetting my birthday, which caused a massive argument. I even slapped him. Nathan had thought I would go wild when he suggested the fake divorce and that I would cause chaos; he was prepared to handle it. But I didn't. I simply picked up the pen and signed. My expression remained calm. He had briefly considered stopping me, but in the end, he did nothing. He thought it was okay because I loved him. This was just a fake divorce. After the storm passed, he would just make it up to me.

"I'll watch Luca. You go. And hey, it's a solid excuse to dodge someone annoying." "Mom, go," Luca jumped in. "I'll be good. Promise I won't bother Mr. Saun." Hard not to cave with both of them cheering me on. Still, William was single. It made me hesitate. He offered a trial run—if it didn't feel right, I wouldn't have to go. But the dude went above and beyond. In the next few days, he was all in—took care of Luca like a pro. And not just Luca. Me too.

I asked, doing my best to stay calm. “Last I checked, we live in a free country,” he said, as he crossed his arms to stand his ground in front of me. “I finished cleaning my room and Mom said I should come find you. It was just lucky I looked here first.” “Tommy, I’m going to give you three seconds to turn around and go home.” I stated, my words slow and measured. Inside, I was ready to pummel the kid for interrupting what would have been an amazing first kiss.