Family Spankings Novels & Stories

My mother spanked me, and although it didn't hurt, I lost my face. Ken quickly reached out and pulled Peter to his chest, looked up at Jenny, his small face serious, and said, "Don't worry, I will watch over Peter." Being spanked will be painful, although he has never been beaten, Peter has so much meat, getting hit will definitely hurt. Jenny nodded and said to Jones, "I will carefully consider what you said, wait for Yan Yao to return, I will try to talk to him." Jones was very satisfied with her answer, in his heart, the old man did not expect Jenny to go out to work very much, but after all, a man is a man, it is impossible to want to stay at home to be the head of the family. Okay.

A few days later, I get a flat on the way to work and I get a spanking from him for being late that time. I guess what I’m saying is that I get five more spankings and I deserve each one. I weep and cry and it hurts like hell and my clit rubs against his jeans and adds conflicting feelings of pleasure and everything else. I get these spankings and I hate them but they’re somehow reassuring to me. Jackson is keeping his word to me and he’s being my discipline as I learn self-discipline. Get to the fucking. Get to the fucking. I know! Hold on!

“There’s nothing wrong with kink. You shouldn’t feel shame for having those desires.” “Yes, but…what kind of normal, decent person likes being beaten up?” “Do I beat you up?” I asked, only slightly amused. “You know what I mean.” I smiled and slid off the desk. I crouched in front of her, lifted her hands off the folder, and opened it. “A spanking is not the same as a beating. I don’t use my fists. I will never use my fists on you.” I turned the first page over and showed her. “See?” I traced the finger down my list of hard no’s. “No punching.”

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!"

Jake: "That is one very spankable ass! Boss, can I?" Victor; "No reason why the slut shouldn't take a good hard spanking for all the trouble the two of these losers have given us." Jake stepped over grabbing Sophie by the upper arm, swung her round sharply so she was slightly off balance, pulling out a chair with his other arm he sat down and with the girl still trying to regain her balance, laid her face down, ass up over his lap. With one hand on the small of her back, firmly restraining her he grabbed the little string of the thong she had put on an hour or so ago in the hope of arousing her lame boyfriend, gave it a very hard yank and the whole group heard the tearing of the bit fabric a

"Sorry isn’t enough, baby girl. You need to be punished. Properly. So you never forget who owns you." Before she could protest, Mason lifted her effortlessly and carried her to the large leather couch in the corner of the study. He sat down and draped her over his lap, her sundress riding up to expose her bare ass. Marcus stood in front of her, tilting her chin up. "Ten spanks from each of us," Marcus said calmly. "And you’re going to count every single one. If you miss a number, we start over. Understand?" "Yes, Sir," Trinity whispered, the word slipping out naturally. Her pussy was already growing wet with shameful arousal.

He spanked me again, harder, the sound echoing through the studio. “You were warned, Lara,” he snarled, spanking me repeatedly. *CRACK. CRACK. CRACK.* Each brutal slap made my ass jiggle and burn. “I told you not to touch yourself. Now look at you — bent over like a cheap whore in front of my actors, your slutty little cunt dripping all over the floor.” The couple was completely frozen, watching wide-eyed as my stepfather spanked my bare ass mercilessly. The humiliation was overwhelming… and it made me cum harder than I ever had in my life.

Take off your clothes for a spanking," Stanley bellowed at his 15-year old son, Bill. Bill was appalled. His dad was not only threatening to spank him in front of his 13-year old stepsister and his stepmom, but was going to make him strip first. He couldn't believe it. His dad had always spanked him, but recently the number of spankings had increased. The biggest change was in how he was spanked. In the past, Dad had simply pulled his pants down and whacked his bare bottom. But in the last few weeks Stanley had instituted a new rule requiring Bill to strip completely before the spanking began. Each spanking was severe and it would usually take an hour for Bill's ass to calm down enough to si

Spank “Ten! Forgive me for I have sinned! I trained hard to become strong” “Yes, you did. Good job.” Spank! “Eleven! Forgive me for I have sinned! I killed many horrible men!” “Yes! You did!” Spank “Twelve! Forgive me for I have sinned! I saved many children! I saved them from the black market! I saved them from the mafia!” “Yes! You should be so proud of yourself!” Spank! “Thirteen! Forgive me for I have sinned! I saved my master on many occasions!”

His other hand mercilessly struck down, one after another, without intending to ease the force. Fiona Forger never expected that the first time she would be spanked in her life would be when she was in her twenties, and she was being spanked like this by a man sitting on his lap... First came the pain, then anger, followed by a submissive sobbing. The more she cried, the louder her voice became... In the luxurious office, the hand slapping down echoed clearly while the cries continued to spread...