F/m Spanking Novels & Stories

I had not told her to add, "Miss," but I liked it. I remembered being taught during my first spanking that starting softer would allow an increased blood flow to the skin and prevent bruising when the spanks became harder. I didn't want to give Carol that courtesy. I wanted her to remember this spanking long after it was done and have the marks to remind her. I sensed she was going to replay this night in her masturbation fantasies for months. I also planned to take pictures, on her phone, of the results as her ass turned red and hopefully, purple, eventually. That's a long way to say, I smacked her hard. I then gave attention to her left buttock. She responded with another yelp and called o

"You mentioned spanking. Is that really, I mean…I can't see consenting to being beaten." He looked at her directly. "Not beaten. This is way different. We're talking about a spanking on the ass, like with a hand or a crop or some other tool. When you break a rule, you will be punished. That's the way it is. The thing is, the line between pain and pleasure is paper thin. A spanking can be very sensual. You'd be surprised. Remember, you'll have safe words to let me know how you're doing, but you have to use them." Bella nodded slightly, still wide-eyed.

I ordered, spanking her cheeks hard—left, right, alternating until they glowed crimson, the handprints blooming like brands. She complied with a whimper, pushing her ass higher, her face buried in the couch cushions. "Spank me more, Alexander—punish me for being late today, for making you wait!" she pleaded, her voice muffled but desperate. I smirked, the memory of her tardiness fueling my strikes. Each slap echoed like a gunshot, her skin jiggling, her cries growing louder. "Yes! Harder—make it sting! I'm sorry, sir—I'll never be late again!"

I gasped, back arching. “Fuck, Kiera…” “Shut up.” She curled them, found that spot, rubbed mercilessly. “You’re gonna take three. Then four. Then my cock. And you’re gonna thank me for every inch.” She worked me open ruthlessly, scissoring, thrusting, adding a third finger while her other hand cracked down on my ass—sharp, stinging slaps that made me yelp and clench around her fingers. “You like that?” Smack. “Like your big sister spanking you while she fingers your greedy little cunt?”

“This married pussy is so much tighter than I imagined. Your husband has no idea how to fuck you properly, does he?” He started pounding me hard — deep, powerful strokes that made my tits bounce and my moans turn into broken cries. Every thrust slammed against my cervix. The wet, filthy sound of his heavy balls slapping my soaked pussy filled the room. “Tell me,” he growled, spanking my ass hard. “Tell me how much better my cock feels than your husband’s.” “So much better,” I sobbed with pleasure. “Your cock is ruining me— I can’t go back to him after this—”

His spanking lasted long and Alex was both horny and shocked when he finished. For the last hand spanking it was Raphael's turn. She never met him; he must have arrived since she had left the centre. He spread her cheeks and began to stroke between the cheeks, and the taps continued faster than she was able to count all over her ass. Alex tried to count but cried more than spoke and the number were not audible.

I could feel his rod poking into my stomach, and I realized that he, too, was aroused. I heard the sharp intake of his breath and felt one of his hands on my back, holding me in place. His other hand rubbed my bottom in a circular motion. I was starting to relax; it felt nice. Then it stopped and a stinging slap was smacked on to me. I jumped and gasped. “No, Tova,” he said, gently. “When I am spanking you, you are not allowed to move or to make a noise. If you do, I start over.”

I smiled as I raised my hand and began the spanking. I put enough force into the spanks to make her gasp in shock at the sting but not enough to actually hurt. To her credit, she only jumped and gasped at the first surprise spank and was able to call out all ten spanks. By the tenth spank, her little ass cheeks were pink and she was squirming on my lap. I then began to gently massage her ass cheeks causing Cindy to moan softly.

he groaned, increasing his tempo, he was fucking me, whatever he did before today was vastly different from this, this felt like he was going to destroy my insides, this felt incredible. My legs shook, “Not now slut.” he says spanking my butt, I whimper, the sting sharp but it soon gave way to tiny spikes of pleasure. Another spank again as he stroked, I cried out, he reached forward, spanking my tits this time. “Oh yes daddy.” I cry, I didn’t know I was super into spanking until he does it, again and again, until both breasts were red and raw, both ass cheeks were the same, I had come over and over but it was not enough for him.

she demanded. I brought my hand down on her right ass cheek. Sharp. The sound cracked through the room. She moaned and clenched around me. I did it again on the other cheek, harder. Red handprints bloomed on her skin. She rode me even faster, slamming down, taking me deep. “Good boy,” she gasped. “Spank your friend’s mum while you fuck her pussy.” I kept spanking her, alternating cheeks, watching her ass jiggle and turn pink. She reached back and spread herself wider so I could see my cock disappearing into her dripping hole.