Ebony Spanking Punishment Novels & Stories

A few strings dribbled at my chin that he pushed back in to my mouth by his thumb. “How I want to choke you on my cock but that won’t be punishment, right? So crawl into my lap, ass up in the air. I will spank you five times and for every spank you will say, Thank you Daddy and Sorry Daddy. Understood”? Xavier extended his hand to guide my trembling body into his lap. My hot throbbing wet pussy rubbing on his hot cock was so satisfying that I started rubbing myself and I would have orgasm if he hadn’t stopped me.

she moaned out in shock as he swatted her booty. SPANK! SPANK! "OH!" she moaned out again. SPANK! Calvin took great delight in spanking her big fucking booty. It was such a perfect piece of art, an ass built to be spanked, punished and demolished through hard fucking. SPANK! SPANK! SPANK!

"Abi, you mean more to me than anything. I won't let anyone do anything to you you don't ask for." Abi climbed on the bench and Cherry showed them both how it was, a kneeling bench instead of a standing bench. It had adjustable pads for forearms and lower legs to rest on and be restrained by Velcro, while the leather buckles restrained the upper arms and legs. She showed them how it put the person on it at the right height for both paddle spanking, belt or crop, and a flogger. But how it also left the pussy and ass uncovered so that the person being spanked or whipped could also be taken and fucked in all three holes by the Dom.

I cried out at the sting of the spank, the pain blooming into even more pleasure as he rubbed the spot soothingly before spanking me again. “Please—Daddy, I’m so close,” I begged, my voice hoarse and desperate. “I need to come… please let me come…” Victor spanked me harder, the loud crack echoing through the bedroom as he and Dante started fucking me faster, their thrusts becoming more urgent, more punishing. “Not yet,” he growled, spanking me again. “Hold it. You’re going to come when both your Daddies fill you up at the same time. Understand?”

“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.

“You know the consequences.” He yanked the towel away, leaving me naked and exposed over his knees. The first spank was a shock, a sharp, stinging slap on my wet skin. I cried out. He didn’t use his hand this time. He’d picked up a wooden hairbrush from the table. He spanked me methodically, first one cheek, then the other, the sharp, biting pain building with each blow. “This is your punishment, Ava,” he said, his voice hard. “This is what happens when you break the rules.”

My entire body jumped when he spanked another cheek with the same intensity and murmured, “Good girl. Now, start counting each spank and tell me you’re sorry.” I frowned and looked over at him, “That wasn’t the part of de—ow.” He interrupted me with another smack. His eyes were hard to read when he said, “The longer you wait, the longer your ass will be punished. If your little ass gets bruised sooner, I will move to your pussy. Then your tits. Until you beg me like a good girl. Understood?” My answer was quick and breathy. “Yes, Daddy. Understood.” He repeated his actions, the muscles of my calves tensing with the strike. “O-one. I’m sorry, Daddy.”