Fm Spanking Novels & Stories

Oscar I wasn't really mad anymore, but she didn't need to know that. I would never touch her in anger. That was a big no-no for a Dom. She'd chosen the wooden paddle and I would need her on her feet, bent over the edge of the bed. The wood was thick and long, kinda like me (hehe), so I wanted to make sure that I got her butt cheeks. The fattiest areas were best for this device. I didn't want to mistakenly hit her back, which I wouldn't, but I wanted to be safe. This was her first punishment and her first real spanking. Twenty licks was a lot too, but I couldn't go easy on her. She put herself in danger by leaving and going to his house, even if he wasn't there.

- Repeat, he fumes, striking again. - Three, I will not say it, master, emphasizing the word master. Aren't you ashamed? You force yourself on a woman, forcing her to give you what is most precious to her. Do you never have remorse for what you put others through? You are despotic. You revolt me. He bursts out laughing. - I don't care what you think of me. Me, when I want something. He strikes, I count. - Four. He continues to spank my buttocks, and I continue to count until I reach 15 spanks. I cry, I'm in pain. He takes an ointment, which he rubs on my buttocks. Every time you sit down,

Sally sobbed, earning her snorts from Lisa and Molly, and an irritated glare from Pam. "No baby. Mommy is fine. Just you EAT," Pam insisted, the sharp glint in her eye making Stan's intuition kick in. But intuition gave way to his blazing passionate desire for Sally's cunt. He would deal with Pam later. "Fuck your mom! Does it look like I give a shit? Slut! Didn't I say this is my house? I fuck who I want as long as I want!" he roared. Then the real spanking began. Hard, deliberate, punishing slaps that turned her pale cheeks a deep, furious purple came raining down on Sally's ass. Each impact jiggled her flesh, the sharp smacks echoing off the walls while Sally’s breath hitched into sobs.

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.

My orgasm wells and blooms, exploding upwards and outwards from my core and. He releases his hold on me, stands, and slaps me across the buttocks, hard. Slap! Slap! This is no love tap. The spank of his hard hand across my cheeks stings and burns. I can tell it is intended to hurt, and I scream in shock. My welling climax subsides under the pain. Slap! Again, on the same spot. I can almost see my butt reddening under his spanking. "No! As I told you, you may not cum yet. This is not for your enjoyment."

Shut the fuck up and take it. _*]:min-w-0 gap-3"> He spanks her again, harder this time, leaving a bright red handprint on her pale flesh. She whimpers but doesn't speak, just pushes her ass back against him, begging wordlessly for more. _*]:min-w-0 gap-3">

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—”

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?”

"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.