Novel & Cerita Free Spanking Stories

Tears were now free flowing down my cheeks, as yet another hard spank forced me to cry out loudly "Nine." My body shook as I sobbed and cried on my mother's lap, but another hard spank again forced me to cry out "Ten." I tried to take comfort in the knowledge that I had once again reached the halfway point, but knowing that I had ten more spanks to go filled me with too much dread to take any solace from my achievement. With tears still flowing down my cheeks and now dripping from my chin, I felt a sudden relief as mom resumed finger fucking my pussy and rubbing my clit with her thumb. I sighed in relief, but another hard spank forced a cry of "Eleven" from me.

Jack slaps her hard asking her to count "Why are you such a whore haa.. why are you lusting for your papa making him your daddy.. why are you making him weak for you.. you little slut" Taylor didn't take his words to her heart as she was aroused with the spanking. Her pussy became wet with slick dripping out of the closed clits. She enjoyed even his harsh spanks even when her soft ass cheeks turned red and bruised with his big palms spanking her. At the count of twenty eight, Taylor was totally sore and he couldn't be harsh. He knew she would have problems sitting for a few days. He stopped spanking and brought her back.. looked at her and said "you need to find a boy and love him Taylor.. l

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.

He said. "Deal" I said without thinking twice "We shall begin" he said I walked over to the Sofa that was in the hallway and sat on it. As he rolled up his selves . "Lay down and spread your legs baby girl" he said I laid down and spread my legs. That's when the rules came back to my mind "10 spankings" I'm so fucked, my cunt is dripping and I made a bet on it. He then took off the underwear I was wearing.

I clarified liking this already looking from Lauren to Cora who was wishing I'd do her a favor with her pleading eyes. “I’ll put a wager to spice it up, that you’d cum from being spanked. The loser will be the three hole slut for the whole of tomorrow for anyone in this house.” Lauren said with such a confidence that got me even scared myself, I knew spanking was a thing but I’d never heard that people cum from being spanked.

The wet sound of his cock punching into her. The way her hand smeared the glass. The thick, creamy strands of cum stretching from his cockhead to her open pussy. The way she sucked him clean like a good little whore. And I wanted that. More than anything in the world. The weeks that followed, I secretly bought toys. A lot of them. Thick ones that forced me open the way I imagined he would. Ones with veins and heavy heads. The ones that could vibrate with a push of a button.

"Calm down. He's just a boy." My mother still didn't let it go. "He's picked up a ton of bad habits! All I wanted was for him to learn to be frugal, and now he's making up stories about stomach cancer! I just saw a video, and the child made millions a month even though they were only college kids.

"Oh yeah, could we? That was the best sex ever, for sure. I never would have thought I'd be some kind of butt slut anal whore, but Mr. Canon's been teaching me so much about sex and sexuality. What's your favorite thing to do with him?" I looked to Tabitha curiously. She blushed -- an impressive deception, if it was that -- and took a moment before mumbling, "Um, he sort of gave me a... spanking fetish?" "Oh my gosh, hashtag spanking, hashtag schoolgirl, hashtag petite -- you guys are like a walking fetish video. That's so cool!" "How is spanking any different from the anal sex thing? Aren't we both walking fetishes?"

On the day my parents file for bankruptcy, my adopted brother and fake heir, Oliver Bilson, is also diagnosed with leukemia. To earn enough money to pay his medical bills, I brave the snow and winds and continue working even on New Year's Eve. When I hand over the food delivery to the scion, Charlie Jetton, he suddenly knocks the cake over. "Why weren't you more careful when making the delivery?" he demands. "Don't you know that Mr. Bilson spent a million dollars to specifically order this cake for Olly?" I'm about to make a retort when I hear three voices that I'm intimately familiar with coming from within the warm villa. "It's okay. It's the thought that counts, Mom and Dad." The vo

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.