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In that case, I guess you deserve thirty spanks,” he said and my eyes widened in shock. There was no way I could take thirty spanks again. The last time he did that, my ass cheeks were burning for days. I couldn't sit or sleep properly, and even simple tasks became impossible for me. I didn't want a return of that, so even though I feared him I tried to speak against it.

His palm landed on my ass again and despite the sharp sting of pain, there was a tiny bout of pleasure from my lower abdomen to my core, wrenching wetness out of it when his palm landed on my ass again, I whimpered instead of yelping. God! I've always thought spanking during sexual escapades was barbaric but it was having one embarrassing effect. I was becoming more and more turned on by more smacks. Everything was going on wrong with me, I felt hot and cold at the same time, my core was a pulsing throbbing mess and I wanted nothing more than to take care of the throb down there. As if he could read my mind, his fingers parted my folds and I moaned, an embarrassingly loud moan that made him

spank Come on baby say you're mine. I increased the thrust of my fingers. “fuck.. Vel… say you're mine.” Spank… I slapped her ass ten times, her buttocks turned red as my palm print appeared on it. “Fine, I'm yours. I'm yours only when we are indoors but when we are outside I'm just your best friend's daughter.” Spank…. I splanked her ten more times, angered by her words. I resumed fingering her.

Emma's POV My ass was as red as my face stinging with a burning sensation over there. Those 10 spanks multiplied by 3 in a blink as I failed to count and at last I was forced to count with my stuttering tongue. He didn't show any mercy for even a second and I was being hit constantly. It was awkward, embarrassing, painful, but for some foreign reasons pleasurable. The way my ass jiggled at his hard slaps with that barbaric voice of his commanding me to count. Ringing in my ears sharp and dominating my body, I weirdly felt myself getting wet. Is it even sane to do so? Was he spanking me a sane thing either?

“Fuck, look at you. So ready for me already.” He spun me around again, pressing my chest against the door. His hand came down hard on my ass with a loud smack. I gasped at the sharp sting. “That’s for keeping all this tension inside you,” he said, spanking me again, harder. The sound echoed through the room. Heat bloomed across my skin as he rubbed the sore spot, then slapped it once more. “Leone, fuck—”

“I don’t feel it’s special treatment at all. Gammas and omegas are naturally submissive so harsh treatment is rarely the solution. I’ve had far more success in sending them to counseling than I ever had with spankings and the same logic applies to those who have a history of abuse. I need you to understand, Cole, that spankings don’t happen every day. I try everything I can to avoid them. I will admit that I’ve had to do some growing with it. After I found that first pup being abused and I was often frustrated with my beta, I took my frustration out on those parents before turning them over to the council. I made several mistakes in its use with Damian and my relationship with him has suffer

It felt good. “What's next for our two contestants?” “Waxing,” Liam said with an evil grin, and the people gathered around the table laughed. “We have a couple of appointments this morning at a salon that specializes in ‘manscaping.’” “Have you spoken to them about buying some ad space on the blog?” Carter asked. “They approached me,” Liam replied. “They’ll be sponsoring this blog post and another six weeks’ worth.” “Excellent,” Carter replied rubbing his hands. “Okay then, if that’s everything, get back to work.”

"That way you wouldn't pay much attention to it... Not that it makes it hurt any less, if anything it would have hurt for longer." He reasoned which Sean didn't seem to believe and tried to argue… ​"But—!" SPANK. Before he could speak his soft, fluffy, round ass cheek was met with the rough palm of Alexander. The sound was sharp and violent, a meaty crack that echoed off the red-tinted walls of the suite. Alexander didn’t just slap his ass. He put the full weight of his supernatural strength behind his open palm, slamming it squarely against the center of Sean’s tensed, muscular ass cheek and spanking it hard.

But I was no match to his strength. "What the hell are doing? Stop beating me, dammit!" SMACK! "Aagh!" "It's called spanking. My usual go-to is ten with the tawse or cane on bare ass, but for you, I would amend it a little. You will get five of my best with my bare hand and over the dress. Stop wriggling now," he told me in a smooth voice. Ten...five. What was he talking about? The jumbled thoughts were cut short when the third slap hit the fleshy-thigh on my left, harder than the previous two. The last two on alternate cheeks intensified pain and burn I hadn't experienced before.

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."