Good Boy Spanking Novels & Stories

'Good girl, such a cock-hungry tease. He pulled out before cumming, flipping me onto all fours. 'Ass up.' Smack!!! His palm connected with my cheek, heat blooming. Another came, harder, making me yelp and push back. 'You like that? Getting spanked like a bad girl that you are?' 'Yes... mark me, spank me more!' I begged, wiggling. He did, five sharp slaps, alternating sides, then soothed with gropes, kneading the sting away.

" Sir please, it stings ," He slaps my hands and I move them away " Good girl, now continue to thank me as I spank that little ass of yours Spank " t thanks master ," Spank " t t," He spanks harder " I'm starting over " " oh, no " " oh yes " He lands another spank " Thanks, master ," He continued to spank me hard, and I continued to thank him, embarrassed beyond belief, knowing Jada is there watching me get punished. " you've been a good girl, so I'll give you 5 more ,"

This remark elicited a chuckle from him, although it didn't quite reach his eyes, so she couldn't consider it a genuine laugh. "With my hands, little Ava," he said, moving his fingers under my chin. "I need you to always be a good girl. Bad girls get punished, and when I say it will hurt, it will." He smiled, but it sent a chill down my spine. "Not the kind of spanking that gets you aroused, Ava." I could feel my face turning red in embarrassment. "When I spank you, it will make you cry because it will hurt a lot. So I need you to behave... understood?" He asked, never taking his gaze off of me. "Yes, master," I replied, biting my lower lip and unable to look away from him. It felt like some

Margot could still remember how the little boy would scurry to the kitchen and she would give him a cup of hot chocolate milk after his dad would beat him up. The little kid was said to take the beatings to make sure, that when he grows up he would be the strongest among all mafia leaders in the country. Though Margot could see that he had the aura of a killer, but deep down she knows the hurt lasts a lifetime. She just hopes that he doesn't hurt the woman, Karla appears to be very different from his other companions that he usually to brings to the estate. The old nanny likes her, she sincerely hopes that Karla could balance him and build a family with him.

He was just that mysterious. I wasn't really into bad boys like that. I preferred guys that were smart and did well at school. The nerd matched with the nerd. That was supposed to happen, and I was very sure of that. So far, no one has swept me off my feet. Ironically, I had rejected the nerds that offered to tutor me. It was their bad breath, I suppose. "F*** off,'' I retorted, bending down to pick up my books but I was having a difficult time doing so as my right arm was still wincing from the pain. Boy, for such a scrawny boy like him, he sure whacks hard.

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“Please spank me first, Daddy. Make my ass burn then fuck me hard from behind. I need to feel owned by you.” His large palm came down sharply on my soft rear. The sting made me moan loudly. “Yes, just like that,” I begged. “Spank your naughty girl harder. I deserve this for being such a bad ex-girlfriend.” He spanked me again and again until my skin felt hot and red. The pain turned into delicious heat between my legs.

he said "hmm, so you are saying you are a bad person, a badboy'' I smiled "Yeah I am a badboy and that makes you a bad girl with you by my side" ''so you are saying I am the badboy's bad girl right?" "no wrong" he grab my chin forward "you are beautiful like a doll, feisty and strong so I'd say you are The Badboy's baby doll" he stated darkly with a smirk.

This is insanely crazy, I shouldn’t be reacting to his words like this, but I couldn’t help it, and that made me a tab bit scared. Unsurprisingly, I couldn’t even focus on that tiny bit of scare before he was pulling back and delivering two spanks on both sides of my asscheeks, rendering me a stuttering mess. “Now, you have to count. All good girls are a pro at this. If you can’t concentrate enough to count then are you really a good girl?” His words were still rolling over my body and registering in my mind when he began to spank me.

“And no matter what we try to do to help him change, it ever works.” “The last time we sought therapy for him, he almost killed the instructor just because he said something a little snide to Samuel. We tried pills, but they didn’t work so we didn’t bother forcing them down his throat, we tried things from online, programs but he’d just get frustrated. If we didn’t have money, Samuel would be in a cell.” Victoria says the last part rather bluntly, and I wonder where she was going with this.