Fm Spanking Blog Novels & Stories

I quickly shifted my dress, and knelt on the bed, exposing my freshly shaved cunt. The door to my room opened, heavy footsteps following rapidly. A low whistle came, making me moan softly. “So, dearest patient of mine, ready to log your complaint in the deep warmth where your information is safe and secured?” I teased. A spank greeted me in response. I frowned, knowing that Adams had never done that before. But then again, he only just recently discovered that role-playing was his fetish.

I struggled when he thrusted without a prior notification, not giving me time to mentally prepare myself. “Now move,” he ordered groping my ass vigorously and spanked me, “move, I said.” I remained silent, as he squeezed me tightly in his arms. I clenched my fingers into a fist and he lifted his head giving me an opening, grabbing the opportunity, I slammed a punch in his abdomen, opening his eyes to reality. “Don’t fucking spank me.” My anger subsided as I saw his face contorted with a distorted expression. “Oh! God,” he breathed helplessly, cupping my face in his hands, “your pussy is more effective than your punch princess.” Can he just stop making me smile erratically with his dirty talk

I was here until he decided to let me go. As his hands slapped over my oversenttized butt, I cried out, but it soudned more like a damned moan. TO my horror, I rollled my hips, trying to grind my clit against his solid trousers-covered thighs. And despite the agonizing pain, I lifted my ass higher, lifting for the blows, rubbing my clit and nipples over his thighs with reckless abandon. I was going to cum. Wetness will flood out of my hole and stain his pants all because Keagan was spanking me. As suddenly as the blows started, they stopped.

He smiled, I shifted back fearfully. "Ohh don't worry slave, this will not be too painful." He smirked. "Now I want you to get on that fridge over there, and shoot out your ass for me. Master needs to spank you for being very disobedient. My fridge wasn't the long standing one, it's more like the short, flat long one?... I guess. My hands went involuntarily to my ass, I can't let Ethan spank me on my ass. That shit is painful. My mum once spanked me and I got her arrested. I was ten years old then. Ever since then, no one has ever done that to me again.

The next couple of spanks alternate between my left and right asscheek and I make sure to count out loud to ten. "The next ten will be done with the paddle, since regular spanking never gets my point across," he says and I hear him pick the paddle off the bed. How didn't I see that before! I hate the paddle so much, it stings and leaves a blunt pain that I can't stand. My thighs tense up as I wait for the wooden instrument to hit my skin. "Do you need to safeword out?" Damian asks quietly. I realise my body is shaking and my breathing is much quicker than it was before.

It was so fucking painful, she just wanted him to stop and fuck her already. She had been belt spanked and hand spanked a couple times by her clients back at the club, so she picked spanking fetish because she believed it was something she could handle. She was handling it pretty good but couldn't wait for it to end. The camera zoomed in-between her thighs at her extremely wet pussy that was already dripping it's juices down her thighs. Collin stopped flogging and stroked her extremely red bottom gently. “It's over now my dear.” She breathed hard and let go of his dick. The camera men were looming everywhere.

I flattened my hands on the floor, breathing hard. Oh, fuck. “Stay still, pet. It won't hurt much, unless you wiggle about.” Our of fear, my feet shot out wildly but he clamped a leg over my knees, locking me in a death grip. The first smack landed just below my left arse cheek — sharp and stinging, causing me to hiss in annoyance, rather than in pain. The subsequent ones landed, more forceful, the stings making my legs weak. Just like the flogging, it was a mixture of pain and arousal — balanced effortlessly. Suddenly he stopped spanking and rubbed his hand over the intense heat on my arse cheeks and the pain melted away, like morning dew, transporting me to cloud nine.

my fave flamed in humiliation. “I’m not” I quickly retorted. “And I hated it” I added, my own lie mocking me. “Of course, you hated it so much that you were humping the air like a slut and came all over my sheets with just one touch” I didn’t think I could get any redder than I did in that moment. His smug grin didn’t help my humiliation in the slightest. “I’m not a slut. And you did something to me. Nobody enjoys spanking”

I heard him chuckle from behind and I could sense that he was smiling, the demonic frog is definitely enjoying this, I've never been spanked before and whenever I watched it on porn or read it, I felt like it's gonna be fucking painful but this isn't painful, it's so pleasurable that I want more of it, the shocking sensation it sends through my body is erotically hot and I want more of it, I suddenly flinched when his large palm rubbed the sensitive area where he had spanked me and the feel was so rough and gentle, his touch kept me on my toes because I didn't know when the next hit would land,

The pain is worth it. Dominic keeps spanking me, making my bottom hotter and sorer, his hand going lower and lower, until he is spanking me right where I sit. “Open your thighs.” He gives the order and when I don’t follow it immediately, he slides his hand between them and pulls them open. His fingers find my sex, run along the slippery seam of my lower lips and part them. My inner lips are exposed, the little hole at the entrance of me. “My little girl likes being spanked by her daddy, doesn’t she?”