Good Boy Spanking Novels & Stories

End of Book One . BOOK TWO : THE EMANCIPATION OF A BADBOY

Teddy laughed without having finished her speech too, and it got every one of them laughing cause they could comprehend her point, so you should obviously get it too, hahaha. "Uhmm....actually i uhhm, I do not have a boyfriend, at all,I got heartbroken sometime and I promised myself to never let a stupid lad hurt my precious heart like that, it was bad, and it took me ages to heal, that's when I decided to do hookups, but to he straight.

I turn to glare at whoever interrupted the class but am surprised as I don’t recognize the face. “Yes?” our teacher raises a brow. “New student,” the guy holds up a pass in between two fingers as he moves further into the classroom. The girls already begin to swoon over his ‘bad boy’ attire consisting of black pants, white v- neck, and the famous leather jacket and combat boots. He scans the class for all I can think of to be new prey and I glance down and begin the assignment the teacher now wrote on the board.

Nate Wolf is a seventeen years old high school junior who preferred to be alone. His intimidating demeanor and bad attitude were more than enough to drive people away from him. All he had to do was to glare at people with his piercing blue eyes, and they all cowered away. He was also 6 feet 4 and worked out regularly, which made him look even more intimidating. Rumors about him being the son of a Mafia leader circulated the school. No one wanted to find out what it would be like to get beat up by him. He had it made.

“Such a naughty girl… coming to my penthouse in the middle of the night, dripping wet, begging me to fuck you while my son is away.” Smack! Smack! Smack! Three more firm spanks landed in quick succession, turning my ass a bright, burning pink. Each slap echoed through the penthouse, mixing with the sound of rain lashing against the windows. The sting bloomed into heat that shot straight to my clit. “I’m sorry—” I whimpered, even as I pushed my ass back toward him, silently begging for more. “No, you’re not,” he said, chuckling darkly. “You’re soaked. Look at this pretty little pussy dripping down your thighs because your boyfriend’s dad is spanking you.”

Not that I would ever break that rule, especially not with Steve Nelson out of prison. The spanking continues until tears stream down my face and my bottom throbs with it. “Please, Daddy. I’ll be a good girl, please!” I wail when a particularly wicked swat lands on my upper thigh. He gives me two more resounding swats, then leans over my body, stretching his front along my back. His jeans abrade my abused bottom and I whimper. He pushes my hair out of my face and I look over my shoulder at him. He looks downright feral. A shiver of need courses through my body and I wiggle my bottom against him. I hiss out a breath at the sensation, but don’t stop.

"You love it? Do you love how I spank you for being a bad girl? You love it?" "Yes.. yes Daddy. I love it." Her ass stung, pain and pleasure mixed in her vein. "Well, Daddy is not done spanking you... Daddy wants to spank your soft and succulent ass till your pussy is dripping and ...." His words trailed off as he began to spank her right and left ass cheeks at intervals. "Oh, Devine... Arghh..." Nuella's body vibrated, and her pussy pulsated as a burning sensation rushed through her. "Will you be a bad girl again?"

Each word was punctuated with a hard slap to my ass which was already heating up. "Jake cut it out." There were tears because those things stung but inside I was jumping for joy. My man was back and boy was he ever. After spanking my ass he threw me face down on the bed and tore my panties down my thighs. I looked over my shoulder to see him unzipping his jeans. "Don't you fucking move or it's gonna be your ass." I turned my head back around and bit my lip to stifle my laughter. His big hands came around my hips and he pulled just my ass up. I felt his tongue enter me from behind and started cumming immediately. After he'd made me cum in his mouth twice he licked the red welts his hands had

He didn't think his present self was much different from his past self before the bullying, except for the effects the bullying cost him, but after the abuse started, he slowly became complacent, giving in to people's will to get in their good books, to get the slightest ounce of sympathy and kindness. He was done with that now, that life, that part of him was long buried. 6 months was what it took him and even if he was still damaged, so damaged that he derived joy from watching those who had suppressed him be suppressed themselves, he was determined to rise above all, he was determined to show them that he was far better than they imagined, far better than any of them would ever be. And he

The girls had taken my clothes and I had to walk to the hallway looking for my uniforms where they waited to make a video of me. “This video will be a constant reminder, Davina,” the worst among them chuckled. “No, please stop it!” I cried. It was embarrassing to say the least but I was also half-naked and I had nowhere else to hide. That was when the worst of it happened. He walked up to me and smeared pig’s blood on my face then in a low voice he said, “That’s what you'll always be known for.” *** “Ms. Landon!” I blinked and stared at the shrink in front of me. My dad had suggested this therapy nine years ago else I wouldn't be sitting down in this comfy seat.