Ebony Spanking Punishment Novels & Stories

“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.”

I almost made it, until I felt strong arms pull me up from the waist back. "I didn't want to do this, but you are in need of a good punishment" he says, wait what! A punishment he got no right to punish me, thinking back at his programs, the dominant boyfriend one, that one includes some light spanking and foreplay but that's only meant for pleasure. The nanny program also had the right to punish, but that depends on the age of the child and parents' orders, I never gave him orders to punish me.

he answers me, that's too long more left, I'm bored, I groaned and laid back down in my crib. "Would you like to talk until your time is over Violet?" Hayden asks me, I don't see why not. "Would Evander ever...you know....uhhh...hit me?" the last word was said as a whisper, but he still heard me. "The only physical punishment your daddy would ever apply would be a spanking to your bum area, he'd never leave a mark on you, or go too hard either, they are meant as a last option discipline," Hayden says. "Would he...would he do it now?" I ask worried, I didn't want to get a spanking.

He then said, "You've been a naughty boy tonight and you know what naughty boys get, don't you?" With that, he gave me a quick slap on the ass with his large hand as the other pressed on my lower back holding me in place. I cried out, mostly in shock as I clenched my ass cheeks together. When I relaxed, he struck me again and again on my bare ass. Here I was, a middle-aged man, bent over another man's knees; my ass getting spanked but it felt wonderful being dominated by this big man. Paul held me across his lap while he spanked me 25-30 times. My ass must have been red from being disciplined before he finally let me up. I rubbed my ass trying to get rid of the pain from the spanking I just

My hands brace on his chest, nails digging in, and I start bouncing, hard and fast, chasing another high. He latches onto my tit, sucking hard, teeth scraping my nipple until I cry out. His hand cracks down on my ass in sharp, rhythmic spanks that make me grind harder. “Faster, baby,” he growls against my skin. “Fuck yourself on Daddy’s cock.” I do, thighs burning, tits bouncing in his face, moaning nonstop. “Daddy—Daddy—gonna come again—” “Do it,” he snarls, spanking me harder. “Come all over me while I fill you up.”

I take him deep, throat opening like he trained it, nose brushing his trimmed hair. He groans low, hips rocking slow. “That’s it. Worship Daddy’s cock while I decide your punishment.” I pull off just enough to gasp, “Punishment?” “You came without permission in the bath this morning. Twice.” His voice is velvet over steel. “Greedy little girl.” Guilt and heat flood me at once. I had. I couldn’t help it—his fingers, the water, the way he looked at me. He pushes back into my mouth, deeper this time, until I gag softly. “Ten spanks. Then you’ll ride me until I believe you’re sorry.”

"Good girl. I'm ready for your spanking now." "Yes Daddy." Daniel raised his hand and began to firmly smack her round, plump cheeks, taking his time and alternating first one side, then the other. Melanie gasped as his hand smacked the flesh of her ass, feeling the sharp sting and then the warming sensation that spread out from her bottom and centered in her cunt, enjoying the pain and the pleasure she received from being spread and spanked this way by her Daddy. He continued on with the firm spanking, slowly but forcefully smacking her bottom. Daniel knew that Melanie needed this as much as he did. He watched as her round mounds began to bloom pink from his deliberate discipline.

His hand came down on my ass cheek with a sharp smack, the sound echoing in the room, the sting blooming hot across my skin, making me yelp and push back against him harder. “You like that, Elena? Being fucked like a dirty whore by your father in law, taking my cock while everyone waits for your wedding?” he growled, spanking me again, even harder this time, the pain shooting straight to my pussy, making it clench tight around him as he railed me without mercy, his balls slapping against my clit over and over, building that pressure inside me.

"When you say you can be punished, what does that mean?" "Usually, it means a spanking, either by his hand or a paddle. Sometimes we're whipped with a nine stranded flogger. At other times, the punishment consists of orgasm denial or forced orgasms." "Doesn't it hurt to be spanked, paddled and whipped?" "It does, but it's a good pain, not a bad pain." "What does that mean, good pain, not bad pain?" "I have two other sex slaves with me now. I'm going to put you on speaker so they can help answer your questions."