Ddlb Spanking Novels & Stories

he growled and spanked again. Ummm.” Elena’s hand gripped hard against the table and she sucked on her lower lips. “See you are so bend one taking daddy, you are going to take him! You know what daddy does to bad girls don't you?” “I do.” her response trembled out in pleasure and Dante growled. “Good!” he spanked on her already red ass and she moaned. “Will you be a bad girl again?” Elena said no words and once again that earned her a hard spank that got her arching…

He dictated, his face became dark with displeasure. Pure devil. Mili bit her lip to keep herself from crying out loud. She whimpered as she counted forward. Daniel dragged her onto his lap cause she was wiggling away instinctively. She squirmed beneath his hand. After a certain point, the sensations built into something surpassing the pain with each impact of his cruel touch. Daniel's hand was unrelenting, methodical. Every spank was to remind her of her wrongdoing. His breathing was steady and controlled, opposite to Mili, as the rhythm of the spanking picked up, the heat of his punishment spreading across her skin, very domineeringly travelling towards her core. Mili refused to admit, but

"AAAHH! Fuck! Holy shit, Jeff... AAAAHH! What the fuUUUHUUHH! That fucking hurt!" Her yells of protest turned into lust-distorted gasps when my palms hit both her buttcheek in a hard, vicious double slap. I stayed still, wedged inside her super-tight rectum, grinding into her ass, stirring her bowels with my stiff meat, smacking her tushy again, harder. Getting into it, I growled: "Isn't this what you want? Say it, Dana!" Another double slap. "You like getting spanked while your ass is packed full of cock, don't you?" Another slap. And another. And another. "Say you want more! Beg for it like a good little buttslut!"

He urges me to answer him with another slap that earns him a louder whimper from me. "Y-Yes, d-daddy!" I cry out. "And bad girls should be punished!" Saying that, he slaps once again on my untouched ass and I cannot help but grip the sheets tight underneath me. My stomach pressed tight against his thigh. "Now count!" He orders with another slap but I cannot. I whimper, tears burning my eyes. "Julie, I won't stop until I complete spanking you ten times, so count like a good girl because my spanks matter only when you count them; I won't stop until I reach ten!"

The pain is worth it. Dominic keeps spanking me, making my bottom hotter and sorer, his hand going lower and lower, until he is spanking me right where I sit. “Open your thighs.” He gives the order and when I don’t follow it immediately, he slides his hand between them and pulls them open. His fingers find my sex, run along the slippery seam of my lower lips and part them. My inner lips are exposed, the little hole at the entrance of me. “My little girl likes being spanked by her daddy, doesn’t she?”

I murmured, curling my finger, and running it up and down her dripping slit. With my other hand, I grabbed her hair, bringing her face closer to me. “It’ll be ten instead of twenty spankings because I need to have my dīck inside of you already. But after I’ve fūcked you, we will complete the next ten.” I told her as she licked her lips. I rubbed her asš gently before lifting my hand and delivering the first spanking, making her bite her bottom lip and grip the arm rest tightly.

I got up, ran around the living room all the way to the counter where he caught me, pinned me down, and started spanking me. The first hit came and it burned. I let out a cry. The second one burned even more. I screamed for him to stop, for help, but it never came. Third one, and I started losing myself to the depraved side of me that enjoyed it. It's always like I unlocked a different side of me whenever I was with this man because maturity is realizing that I will never allow such a setting with another man, ever. Spank after spank, I cried and cried and begged for more because I'm fucking sick in the head. I let him let it all out, after all I pissed him off, but apparently he wasn't even

“Daddy uhhh…” she moaned without thinking. Damon froze for a second, then spanked her even harder. She kept rubbing herself on his thigh like a desperate little slut, her soaked pussy leaving a wet spot on his pants. Her moans grew louder with every spank. But Damon didn’t fuck her. He just held her down, spanking her glowing red ass while she humped his leg frantically until she came hard, shaking and crying out “Daddy!” into the couch cushion.

My thighs are aching from being restrained for the last thirty minutes or so, but still I manage to raise my bottom up a little more. "Please spank me, Sir. I need to learn how to behave." Despite my enthusiasm for a decent spanking I still wince when the flat of a paddle caresses my right buttock. Whichever Dom is wielding it strokes the implement back and forth across my waiting cheek before lifting it and bringing it down hard. It catches me full across the widest part and hurts like fuck.

Oscar I wasn't really mad anymore, but she didn't need to know that. I would never touch her in anger. That was a big no-no for a Dom. She'd chosen the wooden paddle and I would need her on her feet, bent over the edge of the bed. The wood was thick and long, kinda like me (hehe), so I wanted to make sure that I got her butt cheeks. The fattiest areas were best for this device. I didn't want to mistakenly hit her back, which I wouldn't, but I wanted to be safe. This was her first punishment and her first real spanking. Twenty licks was a lot too, but I couldn't go easy on her. She put herself in danger by leaving and going to his house, even if he wasn't there.