Fm Spanking Novels & Stories

I pull her firmly toward me as I back onto the mattress, throwing her facedown directly across my lap. Without a moment’s pause, I bring my hand down in a sharp slap against one firm cheek of her ass, which is barely covered by the sheer resort dress she’s wearing. She gasps loudly, and before the sound can even clear her throat, I smack the other cheek. “I don’t like you throwing out f-bombs at me, Bud. Do it again, and I will spank you significantly harder.” “Fuck you!” she fires back instantly. “Lila, Lila, Lila…” I let out a heavy sigh of genuine regret.

“Twenty spanks. Count them.” His palm cracked down on my right cheek without warning. The sting was sharp and hot. “One!” I gasped. He alternated sides, firm and measured, each smack landing with enough force to make me jolt. By the fifth I was squirming, the pain blooming into heat that pooled between my legs again. “Six… seven… ah!” My voice broke. He rubbed the sore skin gently between strikes, then delivered the next harder. “Ten.” His voice was thick. “Your ass looks so good marked up like this. All mine now.”

He laid out the toys on the bed: a thick vibrating plug, a powerful wand vibrator, nipple clamps with a chain, wrist cuffs, and a larger ridged dildo. “On all fours,” Victor ordered. Sophia obeyed, ass up, face pressed to the sheets. The first sharp crack of Victor’s palm across her ass made her yelp. He spanked her methodically — ten hard strikes on each cheek until her pale skin glowed bright red and tears pricked her eyes. Every smack sent fresh slick dripping down her thighs. Damien watched with dark delight, palming the bulge in his pants. “She’s creaming from a spanking, Dad. What a perfect little pain slut.”

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.

He flipped her tiny skirt up, exposing her bare ass. SMACK! Ava squealed as his big hand came down hard. “You worried me,” he said, his voice low and rough. SMACK! SMACK! Each spank made her ass jiggle and her pussy wetter. She was squirming, whimpering, and grinding against his thigh. Ava gasped as his hand came down again. Damon held her down, spanking her ass while she rubbed herself on his thigh, leaving a wet spot on his pants. Her moans grew louder with every spank.

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!"

The next couple of spanks alternate between my left and right asscheek and I make sure to count out loud to ten. "The next ten will be done with the paddle, since regular spanking never gets my point across," he says and I hear him pick the paddle off the bed. How didn't I see that before! I hate the paddle so much, it stings and leaves a blunt pain that I can't stand. My thighs tense up as I wait for the wooden instrument to hit my skin. "Do you need to safeword out?" Damian asks quietly. I realise my body is shaking and my breathing is much quicker than it was before.

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.

Robert inserted two fingers into her pussy, feeling the palpitations of her climax. "She's going to be punished for cumming without permission twice. Thirty swats for each occurrence. I'm going to give her the first thirty with the paddle she's holding. If she doesn't cum from her spanking, she'll need to cum to make her feel better. You will fuck her to ease her pain, then you will give her the remaining thirty with your hand as you will be unused to using a paddle so should feel how hard you're striking her. When her punishment is complete, she's going to mount my cock and I want you to fuck her ass so you can feel the heat rising off it from her spanking. Does this sound acceptable to you

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.