Fm Spanking Stories 소설 & 이야기

“Let me make you feel good again.” He thrust into me without any warning, so hard and rough I couldn't help but scream his name. “Damnn I love it when you scream my name.” His voice was laced with lust as he kept going, picking pace with every thrust. Soon I match him, moaning loudly as he pounds stars into my eyes. Frank definitely has a kink for spanking, cause I kept feeling stings on my ass he plunges deeper and deeper. He found my hands and placed them on my back before trapping them together with his right hand while using his left one to spread my cheek as he thrust continuously.

I rubbed her asš gently before lifting my hand and delivering the first spanking, making her bite her bottom lip and grip the arm rest tightly. My grip on her hair tightened as I pressed my lips to her ear. “You didn’t count so that one won’t be considered part of the ten.” I told her, making her whimper. I spanked her hard again, forcing her to screām ‘one’. “That’s more like it.” I whispered in her ear, caressing her asš cheek with the hand that delivered the blow. “I love making you screām.” I stopped caressing her asš to smack the same red cheek again. “Two.” She panted as her legs trembled before screāming ‘three’ with the next smack.

“Soaking wet already and I haven’t even touched you properly. Does my brother ever get you this dripping? Does Felix make your cunt throb like a desperate little slut?” I whimpered, shaking my head. His hand moved higher, cupping my ass cheek, squeezing hard enough to make me gasp. Then… SMACK! His palm came down sharp and heavy. The sound echoed off the tiles. Pain bloomed into heat, my skin stinging as the soapy water made the slap even louder and wetter. “Ah…!” I cried out. “Answer me,” He demanded, spanking me again, harder this time. My ass jiggled under the impact, turning pink. “Does Felix finger this married pussy the way you need? Or does he just give you quick, polite little fucks?

"Now I want you to get on that fridge over there, and shoot out your ass for me. Master needs to spank you for being very disobedient. My fridge wasn't the long standing one, it's more like the short, flat long one?... I guess. My hands went involuntarily to my ass, I can't let Ethan spank me on my ass. That shit is painful. My mum once spanked me and I got her arrested. I was ten years old then. Ever since then, no one has ever done that to me again. "I'm waiting slave... you shouldn't keep me waiting." He said softly, too softly.... He sounded mischievous. "There's no way I'm letting you spank me on my ass, I'm not going to climb my fridge and let you hit me on the ass!" I said dead seriou

and then he started with his dirty talking again Tell me baby girl has my brother ever took you here as he slid a finger to my backside and rubbed my tight hole , I never did that with him but it's all I want now for Miles to take me there , these damn pregnancy hormones ugh gonna be the death of me . Baby girl what did I say do you need a spanking , well I didn't answer right away so then extra thing I know a hard smack landed on my pussy jumping I look up at surprised he freaking smirked at me really but damnit if it didn't feel awesome , smack he did it again , and again moaning I felt my pussy getting wetter now I felt like I was go to cum

I ground against his face, wrists straining against the belt. Alex moved behind me. Hands on my shoulders, holding me steady. “Count the spanks.” Jake pulled back, wiped his mouth. “Ten each. Hard.” First smack landed on my right ass cheek. Open palm. Sharp sting. I yelped. “One.” Second on the left. Harder. Heat bloomed. “Two.” They alternated. Jake’s hand stung more—bigger palm, more force. By five my ass was glowing red, skin hot and tight. Each smack made my pussy clench, fresh slick dripping down my thighs.

His cold palm landed on my ass cheek, eliciting another moan. "Grazie posso avere un altro papà," I repeated. It wasn't perfect; I lacked the accent and fluency, but I tried. "You never fail to turn me on, Camila," he growled, and smacked my cheeks again. True to his word, every mistake meant starting over. I was supposed to get ten spanks, but it ended up being closer to sixty. "And finally…” The last spank landed. Tears rolled down my cheeks as I squirted onto his thighs.

She quietly replied. "Good, I'm just getting started" I smiled. I continue rubbing her shoulders working my way down to her back. Working out all stress from her muscles. I picked a specific movie that shows lots of sex scenes in it called Spartacus. About gladiators and Roman women. There was a scene where I thought she'd enjoy in particular. When the scene starts I start rubbing her sides and kiss her neck from behind softly. "Babe, what are you doing?" She asks when my hands began rubbing her stomach down to her legs.

She wanted to see him spank her, and she knew she would enjoy it, but she was still a bit nervous. His hand rubbed her ass, and she bit her lip as his fingers trailed along her crack. Without warning, he drew his hand back and smacked her ass three times, hard, the slapping sound filling the room. Stella bit her full lip, and she could tell she was trying not to cry out, though a small whimper escaped her throat. After hearing it, Mr. Harrison repeated his actions. Even from across the room, she could see Stella's ass turning red from his spanking.

I kept going until she pulled me off. “Up. Shorts off. Bend over the desk.” I stood, shoved the shorts down, and bent. She looked at the shine on my thighs and spanked me once, hard. “Count.” “One.” Five more. My ass burned. She spat on her fingers and pushed three into me without warning. I cried out. She fucked them deep, curling, while her other hand stayed on my neck. “Quiet. Someone could walk by. You moan and they hear their dean fingering the girl who sent a sex video to her son by accident. Take it.”