Fm Spanking Novels & Stories

His hands pressed down on my back, forcing my ass higher as each thrust rocked me forward, my nose scraping the floor. He spanked me constantly, until my skin burned deeply. He grabbed my balls, now hanging low, and yanked them back with each pull, making me yelp. I clenched hard around him as his hand reached underneath and grabbed my cock, jerking it brutally, his grip like iron as he pumped fast without mercy. “I’m going to bruise this too.” The skin felt raw under his hand as I begged weakly, “Please, slow down… it hurts.” I couldn’t hold back and a dry orgasm hit me hard, my body spasming as my hole tightened around him. He growled, spanking me harder as he grabbed my balls again and sq

Flora anticipates the purported punishment by folding her hands tightly in her lap. Flora was able to nod in response to his deep voice when he said, "Count as I spank you." spank "Fuck....one!" Flora reported that contrary to what she had anticipated, she was not experiencing any pain. It had no effect other than to make her wetter; what the hell, Flora, are you becoming? "Two..." She muttered as his hand landed on her behind once more, rubbing her behind as well. As he continued to act in that manner, she was on fire.

I ground against his face, wrists straining against the belt. Alex moved behind me. Hands on my shoulders, holding me steady. “Count the spanks.” Jake pulled back, wiped his mouth. “Ten each. Hard.” First smack landed on my right ass cheek. Open palm. Sharp sting. I yelped. “One.” Second on the left. Harder. Heat bloomed. “Two.” They alternated. Jake’s hand stung more—bigger palm, more force. By five my ass was glowing red, skin hot and tight. Each smack made my pussy clench, fresh slick dripping down my thighs.

My cock sprang free, slapping against my stomach. “Look at you,” he rasped, smearing the pre-cum over my tip with his thumb. “Leaking like a fucking faucet.” I bucked into his hand. SMACK. His palm cracked across my ass and I yelped, the sting blooming into heat. “Quiet,” he hissed, spanking me again. “You want the whole choir hearing how much of a slut you are for Daddy’s cock?” I shook my head, biting my lip. “No—please—just you—”

"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.

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.

I yelped and rocked forward to get away, but his other fingers held me by the waist and another followed Smack Smack! In quick sessions. My eyes clenched “Hm-“ “Shhh” he smoothed a hand over my spine and the next smack lands on my other cheek. My fingers fit in the sheets and then two more. Smack! Smack! “That was for touching your pussy when I told you not to” Crap, “But I didn’t come” “Like I’d let you off with a little spanking if you explicitly disobeyed me” Oh good, thank God.

I ordered, spanking her cheeks hard—left, right, alternating until they glowed crimson, the handprints blooming like brands. She complied with a whimper, pushing her ass higher, her face buried in the couch cushions. "Spank me more, Alexander—punish me for being late today, for making you wait!" she pleaded, her voice muffled but desperate. I smirked, the memory of her tardiness fueling my strikes. Each slap echoed like a gunshot, her skin jiggling, her cries growing louder. "Yes! Harder—make it sting! I'm sorry, sir—I'll never be late again!"

So, let's begin. I rub the swelling on her ass gently before I spank her hard on the same swellings. Carla flinches on my thighs as the pain shoots through her body. She then takes a few seconds to adjust, but I still hear her count in a small voice. “One” “Two” Just like that, fourteen spanks ended, with my little fox trembling like a drenched kitten. I like this one. She would never threaten me about killing herself again. Carla rises from my thighs, wobbling slowly, but she grabs the wall to support herself.

"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.