Ebony Spanking Punishment Novels & Stories

“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 won’t be needing to sit down, my love, we'll be standing on a pew during the ceremony. “But what about later?” “Are you trying to negotiate the terms of your punishment?” “No, no. I was just stating the obvious.” “It is obvious to me you need a good lesson, let's make it 10 spank for each cheek then.” “No!” I screamed as the first big spank went down my ass, “Oww!” “I don’t hear you counting” Smack “Two.” Smack “Three” Smack “Four, five, six, seven, eight, nine, ten.”

My cock stirred in my robes at the sight of her young, untouched form, full breasts, narrow waist, and the soft mound between her legs that I had claimed as mine alone. I sat on the edge of the altar and drew her across my lap, her bare bottom presented perfectly. The first spanking was always ritualistic, a purification. “Recite with me,” I commanded, my palm hovering. “ ‘Children, obey your parents in the Lord, for this is right.’” The slap landed firmly on her right cheek, the sound sharp and echoing. Sophia yelped, jerking in my lap. “Say it,” I urged, rubbing the spot tenderly.

A loud hard smack lands on one of my butt cheeks, causing me to gasp and flinch on impact. I clear my throat and count for him clearly. Through out my spanking, he doesn’t massage my butt not even once, unlike the previous times when he punished me. Without any comfort, I found my body shivering from the pain much faster than before by the time I reached number eight. I was still dripping heavier blow by blow, but I was still in more pain than the previous times. He wasn’t messing around this time. I start begging him by the tenth blow but I keep from using my safe word. I was in pain, but I was still feeling the pleasure of it all, surprisingly.

His thumb replaces his tongue – pressing against the spit-slicked rim, pushing gently inside while his fingers stay in my pussy. "Your punishment isn't over," he says. His thumb presses deeper into my ass. His fingers curl in my pussy. Both hands working inside me while I lie wrecked over the couch arm. "You thought you'd take a spanking and a paddling and that would be it. But bratty little sluts who break rules on purpose don't get off that easy."

I was going to enjoy this. She slowly turned, giving me a perfect view of her round backside and sexy hips. I sucked in a sharp breath and I felt Spirit come alive in my mind. "Do you know how I'm going to punish you?",I asked her in a voice that had gone husky. "No, Alpha",she whispered and I could hear the longing in her voice. "I'm going to spank that nice ass of yours until you plead for mercy. That will teach you never to disobey me",I told her, keeping my eyes fixed on her heart shaped backside. I was slowly going crazy. My eyes shifted into golden orbs as I issued my next command. "Strip"

“Not in the conventional sense, as if any of it is conventional. It is more of a control issue than being dominant; however, I guess it is one in the same. I’ve told you both times I did it I did not want to spank you. Spanking a woman’s ass adds a heightened layer to pleasure as pain is the same thing to the brain as pleasure. Punishment is nothing I have done in the past because I was not with a woman long enough for me to give a shit enough to correct her behavior if she did something I didn’t like. I simply never saw her again.” He frowns. “This marriage is it. Forever. You belong to me. Only death will free you from me, and if you go before me I’ll follow you into heaven or hell.” The w

"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?"

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.

Every time you disrespect me or disobey me, you will be punished, and if you repeat the action, the punishment will get more severe. He brought his hand down with a sharp crack, and all the air whooshed from Mervon’s lungs. ‘He was spanking her. The bastard was spanking her like a naughty child.’ She yelped in shock as his hand came down again and again. She wanted to scream and curse at this humiliation, but she did neither, and when he stopped and began to stroke her stinging cheeks, she found herself enjoying it. It wasn’t over though, with a sharp tug he pulled off her shorts baring her ass to him and he brought his hand down even harder.