Humiliated Spanked Novels & Stories

I just couldn’t figure out why. My stepdad’s hands began kneading and squeezing my ass cheeks, and he started trailing his finger down the crease so that I squirmed in his lap. This was so wrong. I had to stop him! But all feelings of defiance were replaced with delicious humiliation as his hand slapped down on my ass, hard. I yelped and bit my lip, feeling the sharp pain spread over my skin and turn to a dull heat. I braced myself and waited for the next slap – feeling my heart racing. I was also aware of a heat rising between my legs, and I immediately felt ashamed. “Bad girl!” my stepdad barked, and spanked me even harder. I yelped, and kicked my legs like a screaming child and then cried

Élianor Her name is Valérie Montfort and she was my tormentor for three years, she made my daily life a living hell, she orchestrated the humiliations with surgical precision, she rallied the entire school against me, she laughed every time I came home in tears, she said one day, in front of everyone, in front of the entire high school, that I was "a fat, ugly girl who would end up a cashier in a supermarket if she was lucky, because with a face like that and a body like that, she would never make anything of her life." Today, fifteen years later, she is the deputy mayor of this city, she built her career on lies and compromises, she signed shady deals, she took kickbacks, she sold building

“Count when I spank you…” One hard spank landed on my ass. I whimpered in pain, and he hit me again. It was a struggle to remain quiet, but for my dignity, I had to. “The first one doesn’t count because you didn’t count.” Not only was he putting me through the humiliation of spanking me, but he was also making me count. There was nothing as degrading and embarrassing as that. But I had no choice but to count when he told me to. The more he spanked me, the more painful it was. It was either my ass was getting tender by the moment or he was spanking me harder.

Spank. “T-thank you, Sir!” Tears burned my eyes, and it was hard staying upright, but he kept his hand on my hips, making sure I didn’t fall on the bed and kept my ass in the air for punishment. Spank. “Ow, that hurt!” I cried out, a sobbing whimper escaping my throat. “T-thank you, Sir.” “It hurts? Good.” He let out a low chuckle. “You look so pretty when you’re helpless.”

He rasped and a whimper escaped her lips when he tightened his hold on her wrists. "B-Because you are nothing to m-me." New fresh tears began to pool up in her eyes. "Keep repeating it." He said and got up from her, let go of her wrists but still remained in the same position, and held onto her waist. "Pl-Please." *Slap* Her pupils dilated when he spanked her butt cheek harshly making her jump. "Please do-..." *Slap* He spanked her again, this time even harder. Red crept up her neck, ear, and cheeks when the humiliation washed over her. Her butt cheeks were stinging.

I say angrily while trying to throw him off me by lifting my upper body up and off the ground. Dimitri spanks me across my bare ass once more causing the supple flesh to jiggle in his hands. I let out a string of curses when he still doesn't let me up. This punishment wasn't about pain, it was more about the humiliation, shame and degradation. My father had inflicted far worse damage than this. My body knew how to handle pain but not embarrassment and shame. I flush red in anger as I scrape my nipples across the hard unforgiving ground as I try once more to throw him off me.

No! As his hand descended upon my bare bottom, striking from one side to the other, I felt humiliated, treated like a foolish child. "Stop!" "I won't stop until you learn your lesson. Lies will get you killed. How many times do I have to tell you that?" Trembling, I gripped the back of the couch as the spanking continued, each smack more intense than the last. Heat surged rapidly, the pain biting into me. He was furious, yet controlled, his entire body rigid. Whatever he had experienced or heard had pushed him to another realm of torment.

It went all over her branded handbags and ruined everything beyond repair. That was one memory he wouldn’t ever forget. His parents never laid hands on him apart from that incident, and Joe wasn’t into spanking when he was with Mike. Now, the idea of getting spanked felt different. Sure, if spanking himself could keep the pleasure at bay and return some of his sanity during the calibration, he would do it.

"We'll disappear once we get the money. He'll never find us." Then, she kicked me in the stomach. Pain exploded through me. I curled over with a sharp gasp as cold sweat poured down my face. A little later, Dylan returned with a grim expression on his face. When he looked at Vanessa, his eyes showed obvious irritation. He snapped, "Are you done? She's my wife. What kind of coward beats a defenseless woman?" Vanessa stared at him in disbelief. Dylan completely ignored her. He crouched before me and started fumbling with the ropes, his hands trembling.

Every brutal slap sent pain through me, but it soon melted into pleasure My cunt clenched greedily around her fingers, making squelching sounds that filled the room. I was grinding back like a bitch in heat “Please… Lila… please!” I begged as drool slipped from my lips. She shoved a third finger inside me stretching my tight pussy wide, fucking me while her palm moved against my sore ass again and again. “Please what, you pathetic slut?” She laughed twisting her fingers “Please stop spanking your greedy cunt? Or please ruin you like the needy little pain-whore you really are?”