Female Caning Novels & Stories

“Our little thick girl got properly bred in the shower.” Hands were everywhere at once. Riley slapped my ass hard, the sound cracking through the room. “That ass was made for spanking.” She bent me over the long wooden bench in the middle of the locker room and brought her hand down again — sharp, stinging smacks that made my cheeks burn and my pussy clench. Jenna grabbed my tits from behind, squeezing them roughly, pinching my hard nipples between her fingers. “These big tits bounce so nicely when we fuck her,” she said, twisting one nipple until I whimpered.

Then came the caning. She struck my ass and thighs with dozens of precise, vicious strokes until my pale skin was covered in deep purple welts. My fat ass jiggled and rippled with every impact. She moved to my breasts next, caning them from below and the sides until they were bright red and throbbing. Every time I cried out she pulled my septum ring harder and told me to thank her. I thanked her through the gag like the broken whore I was.

Nathaniel was just gripping the woman's taut butt-cheeks as he violated her back door. While letting the conditioner seep in, Jane grabbed the razor and some shaving cream. She took care of her armpits and legs as Anya continued to get double-teamed. Then, the entire sexual conglomeration rolled over. Nathaniel lay on his back while Anya squatted over him, lowering her sphincter onto his rigid dick. Then she leaned back and braced herself with her arms. Jane saw that she was completely shaved in the vaginal area. Jane touched her own fairly furry mound. She watched as Michael knelt and sank into the girl's pussy again and she wrapped her legs around hip, spurring him in the ass with her heel

"This... I feel so weird seeing the strong movement. Look at that gaping hole, it's so lewd... I don't know how to describe it. She went berserk just because the ugly thing is inserted there. Is it that pleasurable...?" "How about we try?" "Wanna die? Mom's in the kitchen, I can shout to her to come here with a knife. I dare you to say 'let's try' again once she's here." ....... "It's Christine Browns." "So beautiful. So hardcore." "Her breasts jiggled so much, Aaaah, it made me crave for some. I'm fapping right now, but this is still not enough. I can't take this. I want a girl to personally bang!"

The people who were appointed to carry out the beating were prepared in their respective positions while holding the cane. The cane was large and shiny. All the people assigned to do the canning were muscular people, showing that the cane was quite heavy. Odette was about to jump when they started hitting Zerge and the others’ buttocks. The sound of ‘thud’ was heard. The five of them hit Zerge and the other with all their might, making Odette, who was seeing this kind of thing for the first time, hold her breath. Her heart was beating in fright. By the time the canning had reached ten, there were already some who fell down and fainted. They were brought back into prison and the remaining pun

Each movement was punctuated by a harsh slap to her ass. I couldn’t move. I couldn’t think. What had I walked into? Nudity. Orgies. Hungry lesbians. Dominating men. Bondage. It felt like stepping into the pages of some forbidden fantasy. But this wasn’t fantasy. This was real. And then I saw her. A woman in a black leather dress with her breasts exposed while standing proudly on a stage. A man was caning her ass, the sharp cracks were echoing through the chamber. Despite the pain, her face was twisted in ecstasy, a look of pleasure that defied reason.

Getting used to the strap, huh? Let’s see how she’ll do being caned. I went with a long birch cane. She didn’t notice when I switched the strap to a cane. I took a step back and struck it against her ass. She cried out loudly, and the sound went straight to my cock. The cry turned into a scream after the second strike. Her screams filled my ears as I struck the fifth strike. I set the cane down on the table. I circled back around to take another look at the artwork I had just performed.

She said pleadingly and shortly after a punch landed on her face from one of the men, she saw black dots shortly. “Hey!” Matt cautioned him. “We’re not barbarians, we don’t hit women like that.” He explained and signaled them. Two of the men walked towards the car and got out ten canes, to be used on Jennifer. She started bawling immediately when she saw the canes. They laid her flat on the floor, her wrists and ankles still bound before they thrashed her properly with the cane all over her body till the canes broke. They took the next round and did the same, ignoring her screams and pleas as they taught her a lesson.

And that's why all the females are always circumcised before marriage. Contrary to how people who had humanity in them would have reacted, the women around little Malisa reacted differently... Instead of fighting for their fellow woman... They went against her, calling her names and cursing her... They encouraged the man to discipline her more... As she deserved it for being so irresponsible.... The man got motivated by this and began throwing heavy punches at the woman... He practically turned her into a punching bag... The woman fell... And as if the woman saw something strange... She screamed...

easing the door open a crack to peer inside. Chuan's on his back, one of the girls riding him with the kind of yelling and screaming that tells you all you need to know about whether she's really enjoying it or just putting up a good performance. Both are side-on to me. I'm not in their line-of-sight without them turning. But I can see the weals on her flesh, angry stripes over her shoulders and the small of her back, swollen red. The other woman's on the edge of the bed, giving him a different kind of performance, his face turned her way as he watches while she finger-fucks herself.