Humiliated Spanked Novels & Stories

I watched as he jumped, growling, I could tell he was close to breaking. I moved around his back, my hands trailing along his body, as I swung the flogger down again, this time I turned, I grabbed the paddle, it had wires attached, I had no idea how to use it, just hoping it didn't hurt him. Turning it on, I swung it over his ass. He growled loudly, pulling at the restrains before relaxing. Degrading, humiliation, he had mentioned those as a form of punishments, a way to break a sub, he mentioned how it was the one thing he could not stand, him been humiliated or degraded, what would make him feel humiliated?

It was soaked through already. He let out a dark chuckle. “Eight spanks, and you drip like this. Tell me, little one, do you enjoy the pain I give you?” My teeth sank into my lip. His hand stilled. “Answer.” “Yes, Sir,” I whispered. “Good girl.” The praise hit harder than the spanks. He slid the thong aside, baring my folds to his eyes completely. His fingers then parted me, spreading me open until I thought I might die from the humiliation of it.

"You ready little slut? No more coddling, from either of us. You're our dirty whore that needs to be punished for being such a slut." "Yes, sir." She said, licking her lips. Goddess, she fucking loved how we dominated her and it fueled us both. "Good girl." Liam spun her around, slamming her into the wall. He kept his hand on her belly though, preventing it from hitting the wall. I smiled how he protected our child. I started undressing, watching how Liam roughly handled her body. She was pushed against the wall and Liam was already naked, standing tall and strong behind her. He began spanking her ass for being such a slut and her arousal was so potent I swear I could come from that alone.

Staring in the mirror at his implacable expression and rapt attention as he spanked her was almost as bad as the physical pain. He was clearly enjoying his work, spanking her hard and fast, covering as much of her bottom as he could. The burning sting of each slap left her gasping. He changed the angle and placement of every swat while she squirmed and kicked, tears filling her eyes and spilling down her cheek. His purr invaded her ears, sending hot need sliding through the waves of pain, twisting her senses. He was roasting her bottom, yet she burned for him. Arousal dripped down her inner thighs, completing her humiliation.

“If you won’t do it, I will and trust me, you won’t like that very much.” The man was actually going to give me a spanking. I was floored, sick to my stomach, but for some crazy reason, I obeyed. Horrifying embarrassment rocketed through me as I did as I was told, lifting my dress up to my waist and leaning over, planting my hands on the hood. I noticed another vehicle had stopped behind us, no doubt the goons I’d seen at the house. I realized that my very naked ass was highly visible given I’d worn a thong. The humiliation was never ending. “Now, this is merely a lesson and one I hope you learn quickly. Twenty lashes.” His velvety smooth voice was enough to force sick and twisted images of

I tried to turn over, but a sudden harsh pain stung on my bare ass, which made me stiff promptly. "I want you to count every time I spank you, and if you miss, I'll just add five more." He said dominantly. He is going to spank me. It is so embarrassing and humiliating. I rested my head and hands on the bed without any resistance as I did not want to make it harder for me. He spanked my ass again making me jolt forward a little. "One" I hissed. His tough hand landed on my other ass cheek immediately. "Two" I shrieked. Tears threatened to fall down my eyes. I had never felt this humiliated before. This monster can never change. He went on with spanking me painfully showing no mercy.

I bite my wrist to catch the moan escaping my lips, and he pins me down with his damn huge hand on the back of my waist as he tears my panties right off me! "What are you doing?! You jerk! It fucking hurts!" Struggling in sweat and in vain, a curse is all I can throw him. "I thought you wanted me to do my worst?!" He grunts with a satisfying snort before he flips me over and lands a slap right between my legs! The pain doesn't turn my ears red as much as the humiliation. Did he just fucking spank me?! On THERE no less?! "The fuck?!" I pull my leg and kick him in a mind-blanking anger. I think I got him by the jaw but he just tilts his head and seizes the chance to get his shoulder under my k

My world fell apart over an encrypted link from the dark web. My husband, Don Marcello, was there on our marriage bed, pounding into another woman. All the top bosses in North America were watching. He held her in his arms, laughing about me. His fragile, naive little trophy wife who could never leave him. Even the live chat was a stream of insults. Calling me the useless wife who couldn't even get her husband into bed. But the worst part? The way he acted when I found out. He grabbed my chin. Told me the whole disgusting betrayal was just "an act to keep our allies happy." He even let his mistress brag about it to every socialite in the city. My humiliation became their afternoon entertain

"She hesitated. We can't have that. You'll have to be punished." "Yes," Grandmother hissed. "Punish the little skank! She needs to clean our son's dick right away!" CRACK! I squealed around Daddy's cock. My eyes widened at the burning pain that burned across my rump from Daddy's spank. My his wiggled, my pussy getting so wet. Juices dripped through my bush to run down my thighs. CRACK "You will be a good sex slave!" Mother hissed as Grandfather spanked me again.

my fave flamed in humiliation. “I’m not” I quickly retorted. “And I hated it” I added, my own lie mocking me. “Of course, you hated it so much that you were humping the air like a slut and came all over my sheets with just one touch” I didn’t think I could get any redder than I did in that moment. His smug grin didn’t help my humiliation in the slightest. “I’m not a slut. And you did something to me. Nobody enjoys spanking”