Fm Spanking Stories Novels & Stories

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.

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.

No! As his hand descended upon my bare bottom, striking from one side to the other, I felt humiliated, treated like a foolish child. "Stop!" "I won't stop until you learn your lesson. Lies will get you killed. How many times do I have to tell you that?" Trembling, I gripped the back of the couch as the spanking continued, each smack more intense than the last. Heat surged rapidly, the pain biting into me. He was furious, yet controlled, his entire body rigid. Whatever he had experienced or heard had pushed him to another realm of torment.

He merely wrapped his long fingers around my wrist, holding my arm in place, and finished the heady round of discipline, taking his time when issuing the last five. I was trembling, my pussy clenching. Even my nipples were hard little peaks, longing to be plucked and sucked. After easing me into a standing position, he rubbed his knuckle under one eye then the other, rubbing away my tears. “Now, you do know what all bad little girls deserve after a spanking. Don’t you?” He had a smile on his face as he asked. “No, sir.” “A nice, long ass fucking.” Florian bent me over at the waist until, my hands resting on the bed, my panties still wrapped around my ankles.

He smiles gently and nods and then the next spank falls. I start crying again and pretty much cry through all of the rest of the spanks. He pauses after each, and I never say, “red,” so the next one happens. To tell the truth, I lose count of the spanks so I don’t even know when the tenth one hits. I’m in more pain than I can recall ever feeling my entire damned life! I’m hornier than my entire damned life! And I am crushing on this man so hard, it’s not even funny.

my fave flamed in humiliation. “I’m not” I quickly retorted. “And I hated it” I added, my own lie mocking me. “Of course, you hated it so much that you were humping the air like a slut and came all over my sheets with just one touch” I didn’t think I could get any redder than I did in that moment. His smug grin didn’t help my humiliation in the slightest. “I’m not a slut. And you did something to me. Nobody enjoys spanking”

The pain is worth it. Dominic keeps spanking me, making my bottom hotter and sorer, his hand going lower and lower, until he is spanking me right where I sit. “Open your thighs.” He gives the order and when I don’t follow it immediately, he slides his hand between them and pulls them open. His fingers find my sex, run along the slippery seam of my lower lips and part them. My inner lips are exposed, the little hole at the entrance of me. “My little girl likes being spanked by her daddy, doesn’t she?”

Emma's POV My ass was as red as my face stinging with a burning sensation over there. Those 10 spanks multiplied by 3 in a blink as I failed to count and at last I was forced to count with my stuttering tongue. He didn't show any mercy for even a second and I was being hit constantly. It was awkward, embarrassing, painful, but for some foreign reasons pleasurable. The way my ass jiggled at his hard slaps with that barbaric voice of his commanding me to count. Ringing in my ears sharp and dominating my body, I weirdly felt myself getting wet. Is it even sane to do so? Was he spanking me a sane thing either?

I growl and glare down at him. “Who said you could stop?” I growl out. “Oh, is little kitten in charge? I don’t think so.” He says, before grabbing me around the waist and flipping me over. He grabs my hips and raises my ass right into the air before his hand comes down repeatedly on my ass. The pain eventually turns into pleasure and on the final smack, I cum. Hmm, who knew a spanking could get me off. I think to myself. “Now that that’s out of the way.” He growls, before slamming his cock inside me.

“Yes! Harder. I love it when it hurts so good.” He spanked me again and again. Each rhythmic smack made my pale bottom turn bright crimson. I squirmed on the desk and pushed my ass higher for him. “Fuck, that feels amazing,” I gasped. “My pussy is getting so wet from your spanking. Feel how soaked I am, Doctor. Slide your fingers between my thighs and check your naughty nurse.”