Fm Spanking Stories Novels & Stories

Rhonda asked. Sam nodded and using his fingers first, then the handle, he gave Rhonda two orgasms. The preliminaries done, he gave her the spanking. They were used to the Enforcer, more than the paddle last night. It stung like a son of a bitch, but left no lasting bruising or long term pain. She was practically dry eyed when she got off his lap. Julia pushed Lisa forward for the second spanking, looking at me. I kept my face blank, a poker face I hoped she couldn't read. I loved her so much. "May I cum, Master, when you fuck me with the handle and when you spank me?" Lisa asked.

Spank “Ten! Forgive me for I have sinned! I trained hard to become strong” “Yes, you did. Good job.” Spank! “Eleven! Forgive me for I have sinned! I killed many horrible men!” “Yes! You did!” Spank “Twelve! Forgive me for I have sinned! I saved many children! I saved them from the black market! I saved them from the mafia!” “Yes! You should be so proud of yourself!” Spank! “Thirteen! Forgive me for I have sinned! I saved my master on many occasions!”

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."

The crack echoed in the small room. "One." He hit again, spanking me on the Other cheek. "Two." Again he slammed me Harder. "Three." My skin was on fire. My pussy was dripping down my thighs. "You like it when your boss spanks you?" "Yes." "You like it when I hurt you?" "Yes." "Dirty fucking whore." He hit me again. Four. Five. Six. I lost count… I stopped counting. I just took it. My ass was raw. My cunt was aching.

Tamara suddenly feels pain and pleasure course through her whole body, but after about fifteen minutes of her pussy being pummeled at such speed and depth, she feels lightheaded. Just as she’s about to pass out, the third brother murmurs incoherently, then cusses out loud, “Fuck!... Fuck this pussy! Shit!!!” He then cums into her pussy, spreading his seed in her womb-not caring about getting her pregnant. A loud spank then lands on her right butt cheek, leaving a ghastly handprint. “Ouchhh!!!” Tamara screams out in pain as she releases her right hand and attempts to tap the spot that’s burning with a searing pain.

He picked up the pace, slamming his balls deep into my pussy as he fucked me non stop. "Spank my ass, I've been a bad girl...". He cut me off with a resounding spank. "Ohh...fuck". It sent me over over the edge. "You like that?" "Yes", I moaned. "Don't stop fucking me. I'm gonna cum". He spanked my other ass cheek. "Punish me. I've been such a bad girl....Fuuuucckkk!", I screamed, as my orgasm hit. He stopped fucking me, but i kept slamming my pussy into him as my orgasm washed over me. "Your dick is so good, Frank".

It was so fucking painful, she just wanted him to stop and fuck her already. She had been belt spanked and hand spanked a couple times by her clients back at the club, so she picked spanking fetish because she believed it was something she could handle. She was handling it pretty good but couldn't wait for it to end. The camera zoomed in-between her thighs at her extremely wet pussy that was already dripping it's juices down her thighs. Collin stopped flogging and stroked her extremely red bottom gently. “It's over now my dear.” She breathed hard and let go of his dick. The camera men were looming everywhere.

I licked my lips and slid my wet fingers back down between my legs. Opening up the book to the first story and began to read. "Oh, daddy, please stop! I'll be good I promise!" Susan cried out as her father continued to spank her bare ass. "You said that last time you little slut!" He exclaimed, punctuating his sentence with another stinging slap across her stinging ass. 'Oh...please daddy! I...I'll be your good girl I promise! I...oh!"

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.

My eyes burned with unshed tears. Dominic sat in his chair the entire time, watching. One ankle resting on his knee. Silent. Patient. Cruel. When I bucked once—once—he lifted a finger, and the man stepped forward with a paddle. A single hit across the inside of my thigh made me scream. “Lesson one,” Dominic murmured. “Control.” By the time they left, I was marked again. Spanked, used, raw, trembling. And my climax? Still denied.