Good Boy Spanking Novels & Stories

That night I smashed every single piece until my hands bled and cried until I couldn’t breathe. By thirteen, I had learned the lesson clearly: pain got their attention. The first time I got suspended for fighting, my father actually flew home. He yelled at me for twenty minutes straight, called me a disappointment to the Voss name, then left the same night. But at least he had seen me. So I kept giving them reasons. Bigger fights. Crashed sports cars. Parties that brought the police to our gates. Every single time, I waited by my phone, hoping it would ring. Sometimes it did. Most times it didn’t.

“No, sir!” Smack. “What was that?” he asked. Smack. “No, sir!” Smack. “Bad boys need correcting, don’t they?” Smack. “Yes, sir!” Smack. “Louder,” he commanded. Smack. “Yes, sir!” Smack. Smack. Smack. “Rutabaga!” The spanking stopped immediately, and Brandon whispered, “Good boy.” I let out a soft whimper. Being held down like that, pressed against him, felt so intimate I could barely breathe. I was utterly powerless beneath him.

My entire body jumped when he spanked another cheek with the same intensity and murmured, “Good girl. Now, start counting each spank and tell me you’re sorry.” I frowned and looked over at him, “That wasn’t the part of de—ow.” He interrupted me with another smack. His eyes were hard to read when he said, “The longer you wait, the longer your ass will be punished. If your little ass gets bruised sooner, I will move to your pussy. Then your tits. Until you beg me like a good girl. Understood?” My answer was quick and breathy. “Yes, Daddy. Understood.” He repeated his actions, the muscles of my calves tensing with the strike. “O-one. I’m sorry, Daddy.”

I narrowed my eyes, he deserved a slap alright. I walked straight up to him and tapped his shoulder from behind. He turned me with an angry face but that soon changed into appreciation when his eyes scanned my body. I shivered in absolute disgust. Putting extra strength in the movement I slapped him hard. I heard the girl gasp as the guy's face turned red. I stuck out my tongue and disappeared in the dancing crowd. Two down! I rubbed my right palm soothingly, slapping hard causes pain.

Each one, harder than the one before it. The spanking did the opposite of what I think he intended it to. I felt like a child but I am not going to lie, it felt good

Be my good girl, or you won’t be sitting down for a week. He painted her ass red, spanking her harder than he had ever done before, waiting for the moment her pain/pleasure adrenaline kicked in and she went limp as the fight went out of her and she gave in to his dominance over her. Then he stopped gently rubbing his hands over her deep crimson cheeks, pushing her legs apart so he could see the proof of her arousal.

I instantly start to squirm because I know exactly what will happen next. A hard slap is landed onto my right ass cheek without warning and I squeal out in response. “That was just a warning spank Sabrina. Now stay still and take daddy’s punishment like a good girl. If you keep being a bad girl you will not get a reward.” My core is soaking wet already just listening to daddy telling me to be a good girl for my reward.

he said warmly, “but good girls still need discipline.” He began spanking me, landing swats across my breasts, inner thighs, and my swollen pussy. Each slap made me jerk and moan loudly. The pain bloomed into heat that went straight to my clit. Ms. Voss turned on a powerful wand vibrator and pressed it firmly against my clit while he continued spanking. The combination made me groan and writhe against the ropes while they edged me like there was no tomorrow. Every time I got close, they pulled the vibrator away and stopped spanking, leaving me trembling and pleading with random nosies.

To my amazement he decides to play along, and says, with a lisp, "Does little Ginny want some of Daddy's great big hot dog?" I'm so surprised I giggle, then say, "Oh yes Daddy! Give me some of your great big meat stick!" He pushes up onto his knees, grabs himself, and slaps his rock hard cock against my pussy, making me jump. "Oh yes Daddy, spank me!" "Has Ginny been a bad girl?" Wow, he's getting into this now! "Yes Daddy, very bad, I need to be punished!"