Novel & Cerita Erotic Spanking Stories

If only he knows how much his orders turn me on, especially the ones about begging. I press my lips together, “Daddy, I need you to hit my ass, please.” I beg, getting even more aroused by own words. He strikes a hand against my other cheek, letting the pain move through me before kneading me into pleasure. “It's called spanking,” he corrects me, his fingers digging my skin in the most seductive massage. “Yes, whatever it is, please, don't stop doing it,” I say, arching my ass for a better strike.

Crack! My ass stung. The contact of our skin echoed in the room. It should have terrified me, but it felt enthralling and thrilling at the same time. “You behave, or else your mother in the other room will knock on the door, thinking I mistreat you. Behave now, princess. This would be over soon.” As he rubbed the spot where he spanked me, it started to feel good. My clit throbbed. “Are you wet, Robyn? Does spanking turn you on?”

The three of them went into another world for a couple of minutes as both guys fucked my wife as if their lives depended on it, with Sandra seemingly enjoying every second. “Is that good baby?” Desi grunted, then he spanked her ass– ‘crack’, “do you like it rough?” ‘Crack’ another smack on the other cheek, “I bet you’ve dreamed of getting fucked like this for years?” ‘Crack.’ “Haven’t you?” ‘Crack’, the spanking was getting louder and her cheeks were turning red. Sandra’s breathing was getting shorter and her eyes were nearly popping out of her head as she energetically sucked Kez’s dick while Desi fucked and spanked her.

They are waiting for their turn. "Look at her taking it," Sarah’s voice cuts through the noise, breathy and high. "She loves it. Look at her ass." A sharp sting explodes across my right buttock as someone’s hand connects with my skin. The shock of it makes my muscles spasm around Dave’s cock, and he groans, his fingers sinking into my hips hard enough to bruise. Another slap lands on the other cheek. Then another. The rhythmic spanking blends with the thrusting, a cacophony of sensation that pushes me higher, spiraling toward an edge that feels less like pleasure and more like a terrifying freefall.

He pulled out an ointment and painkiller out of the drawer and applied the ointment on the place where he just hit her . “This is your reward but you have to earn it by being a good girl . I will give you after five but if you made any mistake like forgetting to count or not calling yourself a whore then we will start over again and the punishment would be doubled.” He said, showing her the bottle of painkillers. She quietly nodded her head in yes. *SMACK* “I’m whore. Three” *SMACK* “I'm a whore. Four .” Her cheeks jiggled and turned red as he proceeded to smack her.

Lauren said with a ice cold voice, “That’s not allowed,” Cora protested, trying to sound smart. “You said there’s no rule, remember?” Lauren said, not raising her voice. “But it’s not a sexual act,” Cora protested again seeing the determined look on Lauren's face. “Well, spanking is a sexual act and very common in kinky sex,” I clarified liking this already looking from Lauren to Cora who was wishing I'd do her a favor with her pleading eyes..

"He didn't waste time with talk. He just... he drove into me. It hurt for a second, Bridge. Not a bad hurt, but that 'too much' kind of hurt. He stretched me until I thought I’d break. And then he just started hammering. No rhythm, no grace, just raw power. He was marking me. Every shove felt like he was saying 'mine.'" "And you?" Bridget asked, her own breathing sounding shallow. "What did you do?" "I screamed," I said plainly. "I didn't care who heard. I scratched that expensive mahogany desk until my nails hurt. I called him Professor. I think that’s what did it. When I said his title while he was buried inside me, he just snapped. He hit my clit with his hand and kept thrusting until I s

Her pussy was pointing at her mother, which was probably the more preferable to Cindy, but it also meant she was staring at her father's cock. "Thirty with my hand, slave, thirty with the Enforcer, and thirty with the whip. We'll string you up for the last two." "Yes, Domina." I proceeded to give Cindy a brisk spanking of thirty strokes. Whether it was my spanking or the fact it was occurring in front of her parents, or the overall lewdness of the day, Cindy climaxed before I reached the end, begging to cum and moaning quite nicely for us when she received permission. Dan's and Master's cocks were hard. Master drew Lisa onto his lap to take care of his.

“But you hesitated and that earned a punishment.” He sat on the leather couch and patted his lap, signaling me to come to him. I draped myself across his lap, my bare breasts pressing against the cool leather. His big hand smoothed over my cheeks once, almost gently, then a sharp sting that made me gasp. He spanked me again and again. By the tenth strike, I was squirming, thighs rubbing together, and embarrassingly wet. Damien’s cock strained hard against my stomach. His fingers dipped between my legs and stroked my soaked cunt.

Mother hissed as Grandfather spanked me again. I squealed around Daddy's cock. I suckled hard on him, my ass burning. I had no idea that being spanked would feel so— CRACK! —incredible. CRACK! Despite the pain, it felt so naughty having Grandfather discipline me. CRACK! The heat melted straight to my cunt, making me itch for cock again. CRACK! I squealed around Daddy's dirty dick. I had to polish his pole. I suckled on him with all my might, doing just that. My cheeks hollowed with the force of my passion. My tongue flicked around him, polishing his pole.