Fm Spanking Blog Novels & Stories

So bad An amount of incredible pain and at the same time, I get wet as I have never been in my life. I feel I'm getting more liquid in my pussy and again. BAM. He spanks me. I shout. Unexpectedly. After spanking me like that, he gently strokes my butt with his hand, while he squeezes my hair into his fist. Take in the pain of the first spanking and I'm ready, ready to have more. He understands that I want more as I move my pelvis back and forth. “Are you eager huh?” he asks, rubbing the palm of his hand on my butt cheeks gently at first. He then starts kneading it hard like playdough again and again

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!"

Flora anticipates the purported punishment by folding her hands tightly in her lap. Flora was able to nod in response to his deep voice when he said, "Count as I spank you." spank "Fuck....one!" Flora reported that contrary to what she had anticipated, she was not experiencing any pain. It had no effect other than to make her wetter; what the hell, Flora, are you becoming? "Two..." She muttered as his hand landed on her behind once more, rubbing her behind as well. As he continued to act in that manner, she was on fire.

Not until I felt a hot slap at the left side of my butt cheek causing me to shriek “Stop it, fuck you!” I swore at him and he hummed, “You do need to be punished better and in a secluded place,” he slapped my butt again and again. Why was it hot? Why does spanking make me wetter than I already am? Damn this man! I wanted to push him away, yet I didn't want to leave his presence. His touch, his cologne, his deep blue eyes that looked deep into my soul, his lips and tongue that drove me totally crazy wouldn't let me push him away.

The sharp sting made me gasp. “That was for opening the folder without permission,” he said calmly. Another hard spank landed on the left side. Then another. And another. My skin burned and my pussy got wetter with every slap. I bit my lip to keep from moaning. Damien rubbed the sore flesh with his palm, then slid two fingers through my soaked folds from behind. “Look at that,” he murmured. “Spanked like a dirty little slut and you’re dripping down your thighs. You like this, don’t you?”

I murmured, curling my finger, and running it up and down her dripping slit. With my other hand, I grabbed her hair, bringing her face closer to me. “It’ll be ten instead of twenty spankings because I need to have my dīck inside of you already. But after I’ve fūcked you, we will complete the next ten.” I told her as she licked her lips. I rubbed her asš gently before lifting my hand and delivering the first spanking, making her bite her bottom lip and grip the arm rest tightly.

I growl and glare down at him. “Who said you could stop?” I growl out. “Oh, is little kitten in charge? I don’t think so.” He says, before grabbing me around the waist and flipping me over. He grabs my hips and raises my ass right into the air before his hand comes down repeatedly on my ass. The pain eventually turns into pleasure and on the final smack, I cum. Hmm, who knew a spanking could get me off. I think to myself. “Now that that’s out of the way.” He growls, before slamming his cock inside me.

Or did we both have too many problems and prefer to hide it with BDSM sessions to pretend that there was a little game in the middle of all the dirt? Fred didn't like to hit me at all, but... Strong spanking on the ass, a firmer contact, and something less conventional, has always been our thing. On second thought, the mother's son had finished everything by judging me as someone who was using BDSM to discount frustrations, and he could also be doing the same.

Yes sir. The first spank was painful, making me yelp out. “One.” Spank. “Two.” Spank. “Th-three.” The pain started to get worse. He rubbed my ass cheeks softly and uttered praising words before continuing. After ten spanks, I was a whimpering and begging mess. My ass was on fire from his belt. “I love hearing you whimper.” He commented. Spank. “Ahh, twenty.” “Do you want me to stop?” “Yes please.”

look that said I was beautiful, I just couldn’t resist doing what he wanted. It satisfied something deep inside me. I wanted it. Needed it. Once he returned and had removed his vestments, he bent me over the desk. “I am going to spank you and I want you to count each hit, thank me for it, and ask for another. If you want me to stop say red. Is that clear?” “Yes, Father.” My clit was already swollen with anticipation. He seemed to notice this, too, so he went to his desk, pulled something out, and came back up behind me. I felt something hard pinch my clit. “Ow!” “The clothespin will stay there while I spank you.” “Yes Father,” I whimpered. It hurt and it felt so good at the same time. I fel