Fm Spanking Blog Novels & Stories

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?”

Fingers dipped between spanks, teasing their slits but not entering. Jealousy boiled—Sophia glancing at Isabella's redder ass, demanding equal. "Why is hers darker?" Liam smirked, fingering Sophia shallow while spanking Isabella again. "Compete all you want. Daddy owns both." They begged in tandem, "Please, touch us more." He edged them relentless—fingers pumping, clits rubbed, building sobs. Isabella came close first, body shaking. Stop. Sophia next, tears welling. Stop. "No cumming, sluts. Learn to share."

I cried out as he spanked me. "Two" "Three" My body convulsed with each brutal impact, struggling against his hold like a fish floundering out of water. I felt my skin heat and redden with each blow, the sharp sting making me writhe in his grip. The room echoed with my cries, and with each spank, a piece of my defiance crumbled away. "Fif ... Fifteen"

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”

My words dissolved into broken whimpers as he fisted my pubic hair again, pulling it taut upward while spanking my exposed, throbbing cunt harder. The combination made my pussy flutter and clench desperately as more arousal leaking out despite the pain. My clit was swollen and burning with every nerve screaming. He smirked behind the mask, finally speaking in a low, dangerous growl. “You seem to like it, baby. Look how wet this hairy little pussy is getting while you cry.” I choked out another sob, shaking my head even as my hips twitched toward his hand. “I-I don’t… It hurts, Tristan! I’ve never been spanked there before. Please be gentle… I’m your Maya, remember? I missed you. I’m sorry fo

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.

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