Fm Spanking Novels & Stories

“Let me make you feel good again.” He thrust into me without any warning, so hard and rough I couldn't help but scream his name. “Damnn I love it when you scream my name.” His voice was laced with lust as he kept going, picking pace with every thrust. Soon I match him, moaning loudly as he pounds stars into my eyes. Frank definitely has a kink for spanking, cause I kept feeling stings on my ass he plunges deeper and deeper. He found my hands and placed them on my back before trapping them together with his right hand while using his left one to spread my cheek as he thrust continuously.

“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.”

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.

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

"now count with me" "What the f*ck is wrong with you ,what are you doing,are you insane" He spanked me straight five times without showing any mercy on me.i am sure his whole palm must be printed on my ass by now ,pain is too much I can't take it anymore I Spank Told Spank You Spank I Spank Don't Spank Want Spank Another Spank Sound Spank Out Spank Of Spank Your Spank Mouth Spank Other Spank Than

“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—”

Fuck me hard. With a grunt, he slammed home, balls-deep in one thrust. Ramona cried out, the fullness exquisite. He gripped her hips, pulling out slow before pounding back in, setting a brutal pace. Skin slapped against skin, his hands alternating between squeezing her ass and delivering sharp smacks that left red handprints. 'This ass... fuck, it's perfect,' he panted, one hand fisting her hair to arch her back. 'You like getting spanked while I rail your pussy?'

The spanking was not quite the same as the last one. He spent several long minutes alternating occasional firm smacks, with little more then pats and overt caresses. Harold was squeezing and fondling his daughter's bare ass, pulling her cheeks apart to see the string barely covering her puckered butt hole. He could see the lips of her young pussy exposed on each side of the thin material pulled up inside of her. His actions had her moaning openly, squirming, and crying out with each surprise real smack. It had started slowly, but the continuous spanking and the intermingled hard slaps had her cheeks almost cherry red.

I brought my hand down on her ass, hard, very hard, and she gasped sharply while struggling harder to break free. “I’m sorry… I’m sorry… I’m sorry…” she let pleading hysterically as I brought my hand down on the exact same spot, alternating between her two ass cheeks, hitting her over and over again, hitting her so hard that even my palms hurt me. Before I was done, she was a crying, quivering mess and she was begging me to stop, promising never to disobey my orders ever again. Her butt was sore, it was red and swollen and she continued sobbing loudly, even when I stopped spanking her.

I gasped, back arching. “Fuck, Kiera…” “Shut up.” She curled them, found that spot, rubbed mercilessly. “You’re gonna take three. Then four. Then my cock. And you’re gonna thank me for every inch.” She worked me open ruthlessly, scissoring, thrusting, adding a third finger while her other hand cracked down on my ass—sharp, stinging slaps that made me yelp and clench around her fingers. “You like that?” Smack. “Like your big sister spanking you while she fingers your greedy little cunt?”