Fm Spanking Blog Novels & Stories

He rubbed the spot soothingly, then delivered another smack to the other cheek — harder this time. “Count them for me, princess,” he said, voice calm and steady. “Ten spanks for coming home so late and dressed like you wanted attention from boys who don’t deserve you.” “One…” I breathed as the third smack landed. By the fifth, my ass was warm and tingling, and I was dripping down my thighs. Marcus noticed. He paused to slide his fingers back between my legs, pumping them slowly inside me while he continued the spanking with his other hand. “Six… seven… oh God, Daddy—” My voice broke into a moan as his fingers curled perfectly against that sweet spot inside me.

She was in gym thighs, even so, it hurt when his powerful play touch her soft skin. “I will spank you until you tell me the truth,” He said, spanking her rounded ass. He always wanted to spank her grown ass but never thought he will deliver in the future as punishment. At that time, his mind didn't have any sexual thoughts. He just wanted to punish her to know she can't lie to him and especially deny him. “Liam, I want to avoid living in Russia,” Amber said after getting almost ten spanks, weeping mess clenching the sheet to endure the pain.

"You're never going to be anything but disobedient. You will always need stern punishment and hard fucking." The vision of her draped over my lap, her reddened bottom on display for all the world to see as I spanked her, discipling the disobedient woman was almost too much. My balls swelled, screaming for relief. I could almost feel the sting in my hand from the intensity of her spanking, one hard smack coming after the other in rapid succession. I could see the way her face twisted in a combination of pleasure and pain as he body wiggled, trying desperately to keep her position.

SPANK! "Thank you...daddy." SPANK! He hit right up the middle making my my pelvis try to grind down, gain some friction somewhere. Anywhere! "Oh god thank you daddy!" "That's right baby. Call me daddy. I want to hear you moan it." His hand caressed my backside. I loved his dirty talk. That alone could get me to cum. Three spanks in a row had me cry out. One slap on each cheek and again in the middle at rapid succession. It stung, but in the best way, which is why I was whimpering and asking for more.

She closed the door after they entered, and I handed the spreadsheet to Liam, who took it from me. “Liam, read it carefully... Look at everything I marked, especially the section on spanking and the level of force that can be used!” Scarlett said with a hint of anger. “I didn't mark it just for the hell of it; this isn't like the first time when I marked things based on research alone! My mentor is Oliver Higgins, one of the strictest people I’ve ever met, and he's famous in the BDSM community for his rigidity! Do you think my mentor wouldn’t have taught me about pain, punishment, safe words, the difference between SSC and RACK, and their variations? I may not be a fully trained Mistress or

His spanking lasted long and Alex was both horny and shocked when he finished. For the last hand spanking it was Raphael's turn. She never met him; he must have arrived since she had left the centre. He spread her cheeks and began to stroke between the cheeks, and the taps continued faster than she was able to count all over her ass. Alex tried to count but cried more than spoke and the number were not audible.

The slaps echoed in the room, mingling with my involuntary whimpers. My ass clenched with every hit, the heat building to an inferno that made tears well up again. “You think you can tell me no, smack. After everything I've given you? Smack” His words punctuated each strike, his tone furious but edged with frustration, like he was punishing himself as much as me. The pain was excruciating, my skin felt raw, swollen but beneath it, arousal stirred. My cock, pressed against his thigh, hardened despite the exhaustion, twitching with each jolt. The friction from the spanks rubbed me just right, pre-cum smearing on his skin.

I pressed both lips together to control my shout. He spanked me continuously and didn't let me take a breath even. It was so difficult for me to control my shout. I'm dripping wet and have become sore from spanking. I so wanted to close my legs but I can't take the risk of doing this mistake. He gave the last spank with high pressure. Fuck!!! He is making me insane with pleasure and pain both. I was about to shout but instantly closed my mouth because of the fear and squeezed my eyes shut. He is now caressing my sore sensitive spot to lessen my pain. I'm just standing there, panting with my eyes closed and just enjoying his gentle and soothing touch over there.

She jumps, startled by my sudden spank, and I hear a faint gasp escape her lips. Smack! Smack! Smack! Repeatedly, my hand meets her buttocks, her moans blending with the sound of my strikes. The scent of her arousal fills the air, and I can feel the heat radiating from her body as I continue to spank her. Her once fair skin turns red with my fingerprints on them. I don’t even count how many spanks I give her because I focus solely on disciplining her. As my fury dissipates, I take a deep breath and let go of her hair. The sound of her heavy breathing echoes through the room as she leans her head against the wall. I can smell the faint scent of sweat mixed with her perfume. The intensity of t

His voice dropped to a dangerous rumble, making my stomach clamp. Ruslan Orlov, without a doubt, is the reason why my stomach clamps every now and then. Stilling myself for what was coming, my hands quivered on the sink, waiting patiently for my punishment. “Next time,” Spank! “You should never disobey me,” Spank! “No matter what or where we are,” Spank! “If you do, spanking wouldn't be the next punishment, I swear to fuck.” Spank! By the time he stopped spanking my ass, I felt a stinging pain mixed with pleasure.