Family Spankings Novels & Stories

Nova POV. Brattiness is not my thing, my bum stands witness to that, I ended up being punished through the day ending up with a spanking. That was last week, ever since I decided to act like a good puppy, not wanting to have a round two of having all my privilege taken and corner time and a spanking. Spankies should be banned from hell, aren't we in a bad enough place why add another punishment, maybe that's how daddy punishes the souls that end up here.

“I… maybe… fuck I don’t know right now…” Ava Smack! That last one landed right across both cheeks, hard enough that the sting shot straight up my spine. I screamed, loud and raw, and my body collapsed forward a little onto the mattress because my legs just gave out. But Noah grabbed my hips quick, yanking me back so I stayed right where he wanted me. “Six spanks for six misses, baby,” he said, voice all smug and rough at the same time. “Your ass is so red and pretty right now. Looks like a fucking tomato.”

He spanked me again and again, alternating cheeks, building a brutal rhythm that had me kicking and gasping. Each smack echoed in my small bedroom. My skin burned hotter with every strike. “You’ve been a fucking brat for months,” he growled between spanks. “Teasing me with these short skirts. Coming home late. Acting like you don’t need rules. Like you don’t need Daddy to keep you in line.” I was mortified, tears pricking my eyes… but between my legs, something traitorously warm and wet was building. Every hard slap sent jolts straight to my pussy. I pressed my thighs together, trying to hide it, but Dad noticed. Of course he did.

I moaned. Another spank. Harder this time. My pussy throbbed with every slap. “You will count them,” he said. “One… Two… Three…” I moaned as he spanked me again and again. My ass was getting hot and red. By the tenth spank, I was pushing my ass back, begging for more without words. Uncle Ken stopped and rubbed my sore cheeks gently. His fingers slipped under my thong and pulled it to the side. He touched my wet pussy lips lightly, spreading my juices.

He said. “How?” I asked, unable to help myself. I wanted to hear him say it to hear what he was going to do to me. “I’m to cuff you to my bed. Have you all stretched out and on display for me.” Spencer dragged his thumb over my lower lip, trailing it down the side of my neck as he spoke. “Then I’m going to spank you for disobeying me.” “Spank me?”

She stepped behind me, and she yanked the skirt all the way up to my waist and tucked it there, completely exposing my bare ass and soaked cunt to her. “Fuck, look at this pretty little ass,” she growled“So pale. So untouched. That ends right now, you desperate slut.” The first spank came across my right cheek.I cried out, jerking forward. “Count it, bitch.” “One!” I gasped. “Louder, or I start over.” “ONE!” The second landed even harder on my left cheek,Then she started spanking without mercy. She moved between my left and right cheeks,then targeted the same burning spot over and over until I was screaming my lungs out

He kept one hand in her hair, pulling her head back so her back arched, and used the other to spank her hard between strokes. “Fuck—Nathan—” “Take it,” he growled. “You walked in here for this.” He didn’t ease up. The rhythm stayed heavy and relentless. Ava’s breasts pressed into the mattress. Soft, broken cries leaked out of her every time he bottomed out. He spanked her again, harder, watching the thick flesh bounce and redden. Her pussy made filthy wet sounds around him. The risk of his parents being only a few doors away made every deep stroke feel sharper.

"We went to breakfast while you were hung-over, and you started an argument and walked out leaving us with the kids and the bill." I was angrier than I meant to get, and I pulled out of her and threw her across my lap. I spanked her ass bright red. "Your boys were so mean to my daughter, I had to wonder at how you'd raised them. Then I realized you probably didn't." She moaned as I spanked her and started squirming immediately. "Oww, please stop," she cried, as I smacked her hard, "stop Daddy." The Daddy comment was like a slap in the face. What was I doing spanking a grown woman for her bad behavior. She sobbed when I stopped and pushed her off my lap.

They are meanies. "Spankies? That's a bit too much, how about I make them go into a timeout, and if they do it again, I'll give her spankies," Zane says, I wanted to punish them, not just a timeout, I hate timeout, it's the worse, but they are big girls, timeout is easy for them.

I’m really wet. I’ve never had anything like a daddy before, not since my first foster family all those years ago. Not since Peter ruined everything for me. I’ve never had anyone threaten me with a spanking before either. I circle my clit with my drunk fingers, trying to steady my breath as I speak right into Brian’s ear. “What about you, Daddy Brian? You gonna let him spank me? You gonna watch?” “He’ll spank you his fucking self,” Cain snaps. “Won’t you, Daddy Brian?”