Erotic Spanking Stories Novels & Stories

She was wearing the black thongs he had got her while shopping for some clothes for her. He began spanking her one after the other. Ayra bit her lip to control the moan that was about to escape her lips. His grunts and her muffled moan filled the room. “You will never leave this place,” Spank! “You will always be by my side,” Spank! “You are mine,” Spank! This time she moaned loudly due to pain and pleasure. By the time he was done, her ass cheeks were red due to all the spanking. Ayra was dripping wet. All the spanking only turned her on. She was embarrassed that she reacted this way to his touch. Heck, she didn’t even know why she let him touch her in the first place.

He pushed two fingers inside me, and I loved it when his thumb pressed against my cl*t. “If this is what you call punishment, then I’ll always make you angry,” I said as he granted me a moment to catch my breath. He responded with a mischievous smirk and deftly shifted my legs to the left. Before I could grasp his intentions, a sudden jolt of pain shot through my rear end. “Consider this a little spanking for how you addressed your Alpha,” he quipped, his hand poised for another strike that landed with a resounding slap. He continued the rhythmic spanking, his two fingers orchestrating a dance of sensation across my skin. The pain transformed into a peculiar, twisted pleasure I was oddly dra

I’m surrounded by his cologne, the leatherywoodsy one that’s like Essence of Grown Man, and I know I ought to back away, but instead I’ve grown roots into the rug. “You’re right about Tom Clancy,” he admits. “But if you want to read about erotic spanking, let me find you something better. I doubt this author has been spanked since she was six years old and got caught stealing cookies.” God, what am I supposed to say to that? He’s so not playing by the rules, so not acting like a proper Daddy, and I can’t keep up. And I actually thought she’d done a pretty good job with the spanking scene, so that’s pissing me off a little.

The sting made me clench, made me wetter. He kept spanking left cheek, right, left again—each crack sharper, the heat spreading like wildfire. I came fast, pussy spasming around him, juices splashing the pew cushion.. He didn’t slow. He fucked me harder, the pew sliding inch by inch, banging into the next row. His hand never stopped spanking in rhythm with his thrusts, my ass glowing red, the pain turning to pure pleasure. “That's it—squeeze me,” he growled. “Milk Daddy’s cock while I mark this ass.”

I growl and glare down at him. “Who said you could stop?” I growl out. “Oh, is little kitten in charge? I don’t think so.” He says, before grabbing me around the waist and flipping me over. He grabs my hips and raises my ass right into the air before his hand comes down repeatedly on my ass. The pain eventually turns into pleasure and on the final smack, I cum. Hmm, who knew a spanking could get me off. I think to myself. “Now that that’s out of the way.” He growls, before slamming his cock inside me.

Matthew spanked my ass cheeks, and my pussy and ass muscle clenched violently, drawing moans and cries from their lips. He spanked my ass again, and my lips around Ronald's cock tightened, and he shouted in ecstasy, increasing his pacing as he took my lips as if they were my pussy. Fuck, I looked like a whore at this moment, being fucked and spanked by these men. The pleasure and ecstasy surging through my body was mind-blowing. My clit and asshole pulsated with every thrust and stroke they made. "Oh fuck, Justin, please touch my clit," I pleaded as the overwhelming feeling and need to be touched down there flowed through my body.

Adrian stands behind me, his arms wrapping around my waist, his cock pressing against my trembling ass. “Are you ready for us, little mate?” Levi growls, his voice filled with lust. “Yes,” I whisper, my voice shaky with fear and arousal. “I'm ready.” Adrian smacks my ass lightly, sending a bolt of pleasure coursing through me. “We're going to punish you and remind you of your place in our pack, little mate. But don't worry, we'll take care of you.” They each take a turn spanking me, their hands leaving fiery imprints on my skin. I cry out in pain and pleasure, my body pulsing with desire as they continue their punishment.

“Very nice and clean today, Eva. Not like the last time when you were lazy. Do you still want me to touch you there?” I groaned assent. It was then he planted a slap on my tender flesh. I stiffened from the shock, but the sting was immediately followed by a wave of hot pleasure. He spanked my vulva again. This time I sighed and opened my legs wider. “You are a wicked girl,” he announced coolly. “You’ve deprived your lover of the pleasure of arousing you. There’s only one way to control your lust. I want you to get a composition book and record all the times you masturbate while thinking of me. Describe every thought and deed in filthy, explicit detail. When we meet again, you’ll stand before

“Tell me what a lying slut you are.” “I’m a slut!” she screamed, the bed shuddering with their motion. “A lying slut who tricked you just to get your cock in my ass!” “Good girl,” he praised, his hand coming down to smack her ass again, the sting mingling with the internal burn. He fucked her harder, his hips slamming into her with brutal force. The sounds were obscene—the slap of skin, his grunts, her choked cries. The whiskey bottle on the desk rattled.

Each thrust of his fingers drove me over the edge, but just before I could reel over the edge, he pulled away, leaving me empty and writhing for a release. I cried, thrashing on the seat. “Please daddy, I need to-“ “You can, and you will. Until I decide that you’ve earned it.” Adrian dragged me across the seat, manhandling me until I was on my knees, face pressed against the leather and ass high. The gown slipped down to the my waist, exposing everything. I heard the sound of his zipper, the metallic click of his belt unfastening. Fear and hunger muddled in my mind as he spanked me once and the sting shot across my ass. My gasped echoed in the car.