Fm Spanking Romane & Geschichten

He said everything while spanking on her butt with his warm and rough hand. Oh my god, she closed her eyes, and a tear dropped down on her cheek. She is not crying, but she is not sure about her condition right now. He is spanking her one butt with his one hand and rolling his other hand fingers on her other butt. In short, he spanked only on her one butt while rolling his fingers on her other butt, giving pleasure. If one of her butts is burning like a stove of flame, then the pleasure is taking over the other butt as his fingers are arousing over hers.

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.

Fingers dipped between spanks, teasing their slits but not entering. Jealousy boiled—Sophia glancing at Isabella's redder ass, demanding equal. "Why is hers darker?" Liam smirked, fingering Sophia shallow while spanking Isabella again. "Compete all you want. Daddy owns both." They begged in tandem, "Please, touch us more." He edged them relentless—fingers pumping, clits rubbed, building sobs. Isabella came close first, body shaking. Stop. Sophia next, tears welling. Stop. "No cumming, sluts. Learn to share."

I scream into my forearm. He fists my hair, yanks my head up. “Watch,” he snarls. “Watch your father-in-law fuck the woman my son thinks is faithful.” He starts pounding, hips snapping, counter rattling, my tits bouncing with every stroke. The mirror shows everything: my wrecked face, his possessive grip, his thick cock splitting me open again and again. He spanks me hard, five quick slaps that make me sob. “Count them, Lauren.” “One, fuck, two, three” By five I’m dripping again.

I opened my legs wider. "Five spanks for coming late and five spanks for not following my order. You will count, okay?" Only the word 'spank' turns me on. I'm hell ready for the spanking. "Now count." His palm landed on my butts. "One, Master." He's fondling my hips. "Good Girl." Smack. "Two." Smack. I jumped, he spanked me harder this time. "Thre," he cut me off with another spank. My butts are burning and my core is dripping wet.