Good Boy Spanking Novels & Stories

Trembling, I lie down across his lap, my ass curving into the air. In a sudden, breathtaking motion, my panties are pulled down to my knees. Slap! Slap! He spanks one round cheek, then the other. Over and over. Faster and faster. Not hard, but enough to sting. "This is what Daddy does when you've been a bad girl," he says, in that low, menacing voice. More spanks. As I wriggle, he drops a firm arm across my waist to keep me in place. "This is what you need. Have you ever gotten the discipline you deserve, Kori?"

Zeke slams the helpless boy against the lockers. "How dare you do that. Who the fuck do you think you are? The President?" "I-I'm sorry," the boy cries, eyes widened in fear. "Zeke! What the hell are you doing?" I pull him from the guy he was crushing against the lockers. "This guy fucking bumped into me and didn't say fucking sorry. Can you believe that?" Is he being fricking serious right now. I turn to the scared boy and help him pick up his books that fell, "Are you okay?"

That's also what some men are after. ...but it's annoying to hear some of the reasons of some that they just want to audition to get close to that rude prince. What's worse, almost all of them are gay! You know, I badly want to kick them inside that prince's office and show them his bad behavior. It's nice to slap the word “badboy” on their thick make-ups for them to be aware. Let's see if they don't change their minds. I shouldn't really underestimate that baboon. He really is a monkey.

The offer is tempting. "Yeah? And then do what?" I raise my eyebrows. "Then we test out the bed," he winked. Oh, he is being a bad boy. "Won't we get in trouble?" I ask, suddenly worried. "Gosh Danny. You look like a complete badass, but sometimes you can be such a goody two shoes. Take some risks sometimes," Stephan complained. He is right. I can't play it safe all the time. "Alright, show me the bed." I grinned and let him lead me upstairs.

he shrugged ” I don’t care! Now turn around.” “Nope” “Fine” Picking up a small stick I saw that was a few inches near me I got closer to him. He looked at me quizzically before I flew it towards him, with it hitting him straight in the middle of his forehead. He opened his mouth shocked and let out a pained groan and rubbed the sore spot. ” That’s what you get you perv “ “How Ironic that I am the perv now. But hey, you are so violent"

“Admit you were naughty.” I shake my head, refusing to say the words. The next thing I know, before I have a chance to move, he starts to tickle me. Oh God, no! I hate being tickled. I squirm and squeal, a few giggles too, as he does. I prepare myself to jump off the bed, but he must have realised it is my plan. In one swift movement, he is on top of me, sitting on my stomach and continues to tickle my sides. I continue to squirm and laugh. “Ryland, stop. I am sorry I didn’t behave.”

Chandler didn't care for a replacement mother either, and it wasn't until Elijah came along that things got tougher. Chandler cared for his brother, but as Elijah grew, their parents favored Elijah more. He was the good son who never did anything wrong…the straight A student the family was proud of, and Chandler was simply the rebel. The black sheep of the family who eventually left home at a young age. As they grew up, resentment grew between the two brothers. The treatment from their parents earned Elijah the name 'Golden boy' from Chandler. They argued a lot and sometimes it even got physical. It wasn't until after Elijah graduated from the university before Chandler reached out to him, a

“You’re a boy.” “A boy, huh?” He flips me under him. I cross my arms on my chest but he holds my hands above my head. “Can a boy...” he starts as his other hand trails up my leg, pushing my nightgown up my thigh. I gasp when his fingers near my clit. He flicks a finger over it and my back arches. His eyes darken and he does it again. “Can a boy do that, Gracie?” “No,” I breathe out.

I snarled at him while he squirmed to get out of my death grip. That's right. These wimps are still not safe from me. Just because I fell in love with the good girl and she wants me to be all Mr. Nice Guy, that doesn't mean I am just gonna let everyone walk over me. I was still Jacob Phillips, the toughest nail at school, the big bad wolf of Greenville High, the king of.....

- JJ (age 18)* *Happy Birthday, Daddy. I made the cover. The horse is supposed to be a motorcycle. Love Emma (age 22)* *You don't seem 50. You seem like you're about 40 but with more opinions. I did the math and I'll be 30 when you're 70 which is wild. Happy birthday. - Grace (age 14)* *Duke. Fifty years. You survived everything thrown at you and built something worth having. Not bad for a kid from nowhere. - Axel*