Fm Spanking Blog Novels & Stories

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The slow movement felt nice, and my pussy wrapped around his cock as it moved in and out. Then, he gave my arse a light slap... SPANK! And then his fingers dug into me. I let out a shocked yelp at him spanking me but then turned my head and smiled. "That the best you can do?" I joked. Funny, with his cock balls deep inside of me. "Oh, you asked for it." He replied back. This time, Liam slapped my arse harder! Hard enough to echo through the roadside and make my arse cheeks jiggle. "Fuuuck!" I moaned. "That's more like it... Liam... spank me!"

What did she swear she couldn't do again? SPANK! She couldn't remember. Jordan took great delight in spanking Faith' big fucking booty. It was such a perfect piece of art, an ass built to be spanked, punished and demolished through hard fucking. SPANK! SPANK! SPANK! "Mmmm!" she groaned, trying her best to suppress a very loud moan as no man had ever done anything like this to her, and the pleasure that was coursing through her was insane. She had never felt anything like this. Everything Jordan was doing to her was driving her crazy, and then she broke.

"Six – please – harder –" He spanks me until I lose count. Until my ass is blazing red and hot to the touch and every slap sends shockwaves through my swollen clit and I'm cumming – cumming from the spanking alone, no clit contact, just the impact of his palm and the brutal depth of his cock and I gush onto the kitchen floor and he keeps going.

I spat into my palm, wrapped my fist around the shaft, and started stroking in time with the video. Long, slow pulls at first. Root to tip. Twist over the head. Thumb smearing précum. My breathing turned ragged. “Fück yes… just like that… ruin him…” I sped up. Hips rocking into my hand. Balls tightening. The guy on screen was sobbing openly now, ãss red from spanking, hole gaping every time the top pulled almost all the way out before slamming back in. I could almost feel it the stretch, the burn, the way it hurts so good you can’t stop begging for more.

A loud hard smack lands on one of my butt cheeks, causing me to gasp and flinch on impact. I clear my throat and count for him clearly. Through out my spanking, he doesn’t massage my butt not even once, unlike the previous times when he punished me. Without any comfort, I found my body shivering from the pain much faster than before by the time I reached number eight. I was still dripping heavier blow by blow, but I was still in more pain than the previous times. He wasn’t messing around this time. I start begging him by the tenth blow but I keep from using my safe word. I was in pain, but I was still feeling the pleasure of it all, surprisingly.

Cindy shrugged. "And what, they just hit the sub's buttcheeks?" Cara wondered in bewilderment. Something about Cara's innocent yet eager curiosity triggered a tremor in Jason's finger. The Dom gulped, and kept his eyes on the screen. "Pretty much." Cindy nodded in confirmation. "The Doms who like spanking as a punishment, you'll find that they have firm hands, and their palms are slightly moisturized but still rough enough that it leaves a tasty sting. Vincent, show her your palm." Cindy encouraged.

she gasped, pushing back against me. I spanked her right ass cheek hard, the sharp crack ringing out over the water. Her flesh jiggled deliciously, turning a pretty pink almost instantly. I alternated between cheeks, spanking her in a steady rhythm. Elena pushed back onto my cock eagerly, meeting every powerful thrust with equal fervor. “Spank me more! I’ve been such a bad mommy letting my son’s best friend breed me like this,” she whimpered, her voice breaking with pleasure.

“You’re serious.” “Completely.” Smack, smack, smack. “You really think I’m going to let you…hit me?” “Not hit you. Spank you. Big difference. Losing your temper and throwing your boot at me proved you need to learn there are consequences for acting out against me.” Smack, smack, smack. “No. Way. You are fucking delusional.” The continual smack, smack, smack was wearing on her nerves. “I haven’t been spanked since I was about six years old.”

I whimpered miserably, anticipation making me tremble. I knew what was coming, I could tell. The first hard smack landed on my bare ass and I cried out, body jolting, as a fresh gush of arousal trickled down my thighs. The sting bloomed into heat, making my pussy throb even harder. Another sharp smack came, then another. I was a moaning, whimpering mess, shaking at every spank. “You've got to count, Fleur. Count.” He ordered.