Fm Spanking Stories Novels & Stories

I cried out, the sound turning into a moan as he kneaded the stinging flesh roughly. “Say it properly.” “I’m a filthy slut,” I whimpered, pushing my ass back toward him like a bitch in heat. My nipples scraped against the hood through my tank top, rock hard and aching. Tears of overwhelmed lust pricked my eyes. The spanking continued—five, six, seven hard smacks alternating between cheeks until my ass burned crimson and my thighs were slick with arousal running down them. Each slap sent jolts straight to my clit. I was grinding against the hood now, humping it shamelessly.

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.

From beneath, I see how my pussy rains beads of creampie on his face… And how he stretches out his tongue to catch all of it. A nasty fucker. “Yeah…” I rock my ass in the air, with his fingers still stuck in my cunt. “A squeaky squirty machine.” He pulls out his fingers and slaps my cunt! Hot and hard that I scream louder than I should. I jolt forward and collapse on him, sobbing, panting, clenching and unclenching. The spot he spanked still feels sore. My face rub all over him, trying to catch my breath.

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.

The other hand came down hard on my ass. The slap echoed through the room and I moaned. The sting was sharp and immediate, heat blooming across my ass cheek. He slapped the other side just as hard. "Count," he growled. "One Sir." He spanked me over and over, alternating cheeks, each strike harder than the last. My ass was on fire, the skin burning, tears pricking at my eyes from the intensity of it. But underneath the pain my pussy was dripping, aching, begging to be filled again.

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.

I cried out as he spanked me. "Two" "Three" My body convulsed with each brutal impact, struggling against his hold like a fish floundering out of water. I felt my skin heat and redden with each blow, the sharp sting making me writhe in his grip. The room echoed with my cries, and with each spank, a piece of my defiance crumbled away. "Fif ... Fifteen"

They get me face down across their laps, my chest laying over Frank's legs, my hip and legs bent over Shane's legs. I squirm and struggle screaming, "LET ME GO LET ME GO." but they hold me down tight. Frank has my arms subdued as Shane lifts my skirt and jerks my cheer briefs down to my ankles, which prevents me from kicking my legs. I feel Shane rubbing his hands all over my ass, then 'SMACK" he spanks me hard across my butt cheeks. I let out a yelp of pain and surprise. He spanks me over and over until my ass is stinging, burning red, and tears run down my face. Frank is yelling, "MORE, HARDER, TEACH THE SLUT A LESSON."

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.