Free Spanking Stories Novels & Stories

13 - All for Daddy Chelsea My pussy throbbed at his words. “Bunny,” I said, trying not to sound too excited. I had read about spanking in romance books and they made me squirm with arousal. I always wanted to try it but never got the chance. Until now. Getting spanked by a man who was twice my age should have made alarm bells ring in my head, but instead, I was getting hornier. Because I knew he would stop if I wanted to.

Lucas explained, noticing her interest. Tasha laughed nervously. "I can see that. It’s... intense." She walked around the room, her eyes wide with curiosity and excitement. Amira ran her fingers along the edge of a spanking bench, its leather surface cool and inviting. Lucas reached her and explained, "This bench is for, well, obvious purposes. Spankings, floggings. It’s designed for comfort and access." Amira blushed slightly. "I can imagine. Is this... is this a cage?" she asked, pointing to a metal cage in the corner, its bars glinting in the low light.

"Ten spanking ... Ten orgasms." Chuck said to remind May of the rule, and she knew what she expected, and when Chuck's strong attacks began, she could not contain her screams. She thoroughly enjoyed each impact, and Chuck's dick filled her pussy to the full. He fucked her with force, and the chains on her hands and feet prevented him from moving from the place.

I wailed, trying in vain to cover my bare pussy. “Take a good long look,” he said. “That bed is where I’m going to take your virginity. Eventually. Prepare to be ravished. Who knows, you might even enjoy it.” Then he spun me around and pushed me forward. Momentum took me to the foot of the bed. “And for speaking out of turn, I’m going to administer a spanking. Ten, for starters.” I glanced at him over my shoulder, appalled. His grin was horrible, despite the partial smirk. “Feel free to disobey me at any point. Now, bend over and count for me, little one. If you mess up, we start again.” I endured each blow, in denial about how it was making me feel.

SPANK! "Thank you...daddy." SPANK! He hit right up the middle making my my pelvis try to grind down, gain some friction somewhere. Anywhere! "Oh god thank you daddy!" "That's right baby. Call me daddy. I want to hear you moan it." His hand caressed my backside. I loved his dirty talk. That alone could get me to cum. Three spanks in a row had me cry out. One slap on each cheek and again in the middle at rapid succession. It stung, but in the best way, which is why I was whimpering and asking for more.

I just remain like an idiot, watching his cock go flaccid, feeling how the streaks of his sperm roll down my body. My mouth. My face. My hair. He slips his cock back in his pants and steps backward. He starts to leave when I stop him with the question “What did my papa do to you?” Once out, I don't stop talking. The slight movement has me drinking his spunk… curiosity indeed kills. This time, it's through a stranger’s filthy sperm. He turns, quite excited as if indulging me. “He stole from me. And your fat-ass groom thinks he’s smart enough.”

“Fuck—Nathan—” He grabs my ponytail like a leash, yanks my head back. “Thought you wanted the copy room, princess. Take it.” He pounds me mercilessly, hips snapping, balls slapping my clit on every stroke. The machine starts beeping, ERROR, PAPER JAM. I laugh breathlessly. “You’re breaking company property.” He spanks me hard, five quick stinging slaps that turn my ass cherry red. “Then you’re paying for it with this cunt.”

A few minutes in the corner for sneaking an extra cookie without asking—Daddy Grant standing behind her with arms crossed, voice gentle but firm: “Hands on head, nose to the wall, little one. Think about why we have rules.” A light hand spanking from Daddy Cole for sassing during a board game—“Oh yeah? Well, I am gonna win anyway!”—followed by ten quick swats over her panties and immediate cuddles on the couch, his laughter in her ear as he rubbed the sting away. But nothing serious. Nothing that involved all three Daddies at once. Nothing that left her truly breathless and repentant. Until the day she decided to really brat. It was a beautiful sunny Saturday in early fall—the kind of day ma

I moaned loudly, my voice echoing off the walls. Lucian gripped my hips and flipped us, pulling me on top. “Ride me, Piper. Show Daddy how greedy you are.” I sank down onto his length, taking every inch as I began to bounce frantically. My hands braced on his chest as I rode him hard, grinding my clit against him with every downward motion. “Daddy! Oh god, Daddy, you feel so good!” I screamed, my long raven hair whipping around my face. He thrust up to meet me, his hands guiding my hips with bruising force, spanking my ass sharply whenever I slowed. The sting only drove me faster. I rode him with abandon, my moans turning into desperate sobs of pleasure. “Please, Daddy, do not stop! Fuck me

The Padre from Paradise had also taught “us spare the rod and spoil the child “. The men from paradise may not have practiced what they did taught and this proves me right of my ardent knowledge of using stories to mend people. The African measures of training a lad seemed to be the perfect fit to bring up my last push as he tend to succumb whenever i had forcefully used Mama Africa's palms on him. The spark of the lingering finger tips, sketching some drawings made from the wolverine's fist on the lad's skin left him burning in maternal made hell prepared to accommodate prejudice administered to anyone that had chosen to go through the naughty realm of his. Then after minutes of sobbing he