Humiliated Spanked Novels & Stories

She was quick enough to object between her muffled whimpers. “Oh?” He repeated his action, saying, “and why should I?” He spanked hard enough to rip another mewl off her. The stinging sensation went straight into her body, exciting her core just as it became wet. She felt humiliated. Tears were slipping down her eyes, soaking the pillow under her face. Her shoulders trembled lightly, the helplessness was eating her inwardly along with the pang of embarrassment that reddened her cheeks.

as I start hitting his back but it's like he's made of stone and my hands hurt instead. He doesn’t. He carries me down the steps, out into the humid night air. I’m yelling now loud, furious, my voice echoing off the buildings. “Damien—put me the fuck down! You can’t just—let go!” Passengers are staring from the bus windows with their phones out filming as I get humiliated. “Stop moving or I'll spank you” his voice loud enough for everyone to hear. “You won't dar….” Spank I felt his hands on my ass before I finished speaking. Did he? I couldn't believe he had just spanked me with a lot of people watching.

“Yes! God, yes, I am a slut. I love to be fucked.” She then felt Holly slide a hand over her burning ass to her crack and then down to her slit. She gasped when the other woman shoved two fingers into her slick channel. “You’re so fucking wet,” Holly said. “Damien was right. You truly do get off to this, don’t you? Even spanking you until you’re sitting there crying has you hornier than hell.” Valerie felt the shame color her tear-stained cheeks. “Yes, ma’am. I love being punished and humiliated like this.”

At nine o’clock the same night, I watched Isabel's live stream on my phone. She was flaunting her million-dollar Patek Philippe watch. "I tattooed the word ‘old spinster’ on that freeloading old hag. She’s thirty years old, but her skin is already all crusty. I made sure to use darker color ink so it wouldn’t come off!" The viewers in the livestream applauded what she did, which inspired her to gloat again.

“After I warned you what happens to liabilities?” Each strike was measured, deliberate, building a burning fire across my ass. I bit my lip to keep from crying out, but tears stung my eyes anyway. The worst part wasn’t the pain — it was the humiliating heat that followed each slap, spreading downward, making my pussy clench shamefully. By the tenth spank my ass felt raw and glowing. I was panting, pressed against the mirror, my nipples tight against the glass. Dante’s hand paused, then rubbed slow circles over the heated flesh, soothing and teasing at the same time.

“Thank you for punishing my failure. Thank you for reclaiming me.” The spanking came next. Bent over his lap, my ass raised, he whipped me with his belt until my cheeks were bruised purple. I recited apologies between my screams. “I’m sorry for aborting your sibling! I’m sorry my womb failed you!” Each strike sent jolts to my clit. I came close to the edge but he denied me again. The degradation deepened. After breeding me, he made me eat his cum from a bowl on the floor like a dog, he called the process creampie cleanup, while he filmed the entire thing. “Lick every drop, Mother. That’s the only nutrition your failed womb deserves now.”

What the hell did he think that he was doing? “Let me down!” I demanded, trying to wiggle off of his shoulder. “I’d suggest that you stop moving around, Kitten.” I loathed that damn pet name but knew that he’d double down his efforts if I mentioned it to him. “You can’t just manhandle me. Let me down!” A hand collided with my ass, making me yelp. He actually spanked me… I didn’t know which humiliation was worse—being spanked like a pup or the fact that my body didn’t exactly seem to hate it.

His hands gripped her cheeks, spreading them wide before delivering a barrage of merciless spanks to her pussy, sharp, stinging slaps that made her swollen lips burn and her clit throb with masochistic pleasure. “I'm sorry, daddy!' she cried, her body trembling violently, tears pricking her eyes from the intensity. The pain blurred into arousal, her cunt clenching desperately, aching for more even as it stung. "Please, I'm sorry, don't stop touching me!” “You were being a bad girl, kitten," he snapped, his palm coming down again on her dripping folds, the wet smack amplifying her humiliation. "Acting like a cock-starved whore without asking. Now you'll take your punishment until you learn."

— Tell us, and perhaps we will give you what you deserve. — I… My thoughts shatter as the hand on my hip descends and brutally spreads my legs. — Spread them wider, the female voice orders, or I'll spank you until you bleed. I obey without hesitation, my knees trembling. The beam of light moves down with me, barely illuminating the space between my thighs where my pussy, swollen and slick, is offered for all to see. — Look at her, the masculine voice says, now addressing the invisible crowd. Our little sub loves this. To be humiliated. To be used.

, Sir." I heard him moving behind me, then felt his hands securing my ankles to the bench legs. Then my wrists, stretched out in front of me. I was immobilized, ass in the air, utterly helpless. "Perfect," he murmured, his hand smoothing over my ass cheeks. "Tell me, princess, have you ever been spanked?" "No, Sir." "Then we'll start with my hand. Count them." The first smack landed on my right cheek—sharp, stinging, making me gasp. "One, Sir!" He spanked me methodically, alternating cheeks, building heat with each strike. By ten, I was squirming. By fifteen, I was whimpering. By twenty, I was sobbing—but not from pain. From something else. Something that felt like release. "Color?" he deman