Fm Spanking Novels & Stories

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.

, he said and spanked her hard, "You sound like a school girl. A sl*t like you can do better" "I want you to fill me with your big hard c**k and f**k me hard. I want to screem from pleasure. Please now." "Much better", he said spanking hard and entering her in one swift motion. Jackie gasped from pain and pleasure. He was spanking her and f**king her in the right rhytm, hitting her g-spot. . She gave in to absolute pleasure. She was sweating, and her makeup was melted. Her juices were dripping, and his dirty encouragements were bringing her even more to the edge.

she gasped, pushing back against me. I spanked her right ass cheek hard, the sharp crack ringing out over the water. Her flesh jiggled deliciously, turning a pretty pink almost instantly. I alternated between cheeks, spanking her in a steady rhythm. Elena pushed back onto my cock eagerly, meeting every powerful thrust with equal fervor. “Spank me more! I’ve been such a bad mommy letting my son’s best friend breed me like this,” she whimpered, her voice breaking with pleasure.

Sabrina moaned, but at the same time she waved her bum back and forth making it clear that she wanted more. You went back to spanking her again, this time swapping back and forth between the cheeks which made her stumble a few times on the count. By the end, her entire ass was a bright, warm pink and she'd gotten another thirteen or so spanks on each cheek, and she'd abandoned trying to correct her 'sirs' from Daddy.

Cindy shrugged. "And what, they just hit the sub's buttcheeks?" Cara wondered in bewilderment. Something about Cara's innocent yet eager curiosity triggered a tremor in Jason's finger. The Dom gulped, and kept his eyes on the screen. "Pretty much." Cindy nodded in confirmation. "The Doms who like spanking as a punishment, you'll find that they have firm hands, and their palms are slightly moisturized but still rough enough that it leaves a tasty sting. Vincent, show her your palm." Cindy encouraged.

He started to slap my bum again, I screamed right away, my bum was still sore, even after the lotion aftercare, he didn't smack me much, I only received five in total, but they were enough for me to cry. "I don't want to do this Calesti, I don't enjoy spanking you why are you acting out?" he asks me, but I don't believe him, he had me sitting up in his lap, the last place I want to be in. "You like hitting me, and it hurt," I accuse him with more tears going down my face. "I don't, and I've only spanked you," he says. "Nu, you hit me on the bum," I say, I know that's what spanking is, but I don't like it.

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.

“You’re going to regret that, princess.” This isn’t the first time Dante’s spanked me, but it’s certainly the hardest. It’s like he took the intensity of one of his normal 20-minute spankings and condensed it into 30 seconds. Every one of his spanks is searing. His palm connects with my bare flesh so loudly that the smacking sound reverberates across the room. No matter how desperately I wiggle my hips to try to get away from him, it’s useless. He’s got me locked in place.

“There’s nothing wrong with kink. You shouldn’t feel shame for having those desires.” “Yes, but…what kind of normal, decent person likes being beaten up?” “Do I beat you up?” I asked, only slightly amused. “You know what I mean.” I smiled and slid off the desk. I crouched in front of her, lifted her hands off the folder, and opened it. “A spanking is not the same as a beating. I don’t use my fists. I will never use my fists on you.” I turned the first page over and showed her. “See?” I traced the finger down my list of hard no’s. “No punching.”

My thighs are aching from being restrained for the last thirty minutes or so, but still I manage to raise my bottom up a little more. "Please spank me, Sir. I need to learn how to behave." Despite my enthusiasm for a decent spanking I still wince when the flat of a paddle caresses my right buttock. Whichever Dom is wielding it strokes the implement back and forth across my waiting cheek before lifting it and bringing it down hard. It catches me full across the widest part and hurts like fuck.