M Spanking Novels & Stories

I growl and glare down at him. “Who said you could stop?” I growl out. “Oh, is little kitten in charge? I don’t think so.” He says, before grabbing me around the waist and flipping me over. He grabs my hips and raises my ass right into the air before his hand comes down repeatedly on my ass. The pain eventually turns into pleasure and on the final smack, I cum. Hmm, who knew a spanking could get me off. I think to myself. “Now that that’s out of the way.” He growls, before slamming his cock inside me.

The sting made me clench, made me wetter. He kept spanking left cheek, right, left again—each crack sharper, the heat spreading like wildfire. I came fast, pussy spasming around him, juices splashing the pew cushion.. He didn’t slow. He fucked me harder, the pew sliding inch by inch, banging into the next row. His hand never stopped spanking in rhythm with his thrusts, my ass glowing red, the pain turning to pure pleasure. “That's it—squeeze me,” he growled. “Milk Daddy’s cock while I mark this ass.”

They are waiting for their turn. "Look at her taking it," Sarah’s voice cuts through the noise, breathy and high. "She loves it. Look at her ass." A sharp sting explodes across my right buttock as someone’s hand connects with my skin. The shock of it makes my muscles spasm around Dave’s cock, and he groans, his fingers sinking into my hips hard enough to bruise. Another slap lands on the other cheek. Then another. The rhythmic spanking blends with the thrusting, a cacophony of sensation that pushes me higher, spiraling toward an edge that feels less like pleasure and more like a terrifying freefall.

Yeah, yeah. I know you want to get to the part where I have sex with Jackson but it’s important that I go through things how they happen. I’ll be quick, though. See, that spanking is a really significant thing because it changes everything for me. I mean, sure, some of that has to do with the simple fact that I now understand there are consequences but that’s not the sum total. I mean, I also can just stop at any time.

If only he knows how much his orders turn me on, especially the ones about begging. I press my lips together, “Daddy, I need you to hit my ass, please.” I beg, getting even more aroused by own words. He strikes a hand against my other cheek, letting the pain move through me before kneading me into pleasure. “It's called spanking,” he corrects me, his fingers digging my skin in the most seductive massage. “Yes, whatever it is, please, don't stop doing it,” I say, arching my ass for a better strike.

“That is for looking at me like you wanted to be fucked every time I was here.” More spanks — steady, firm, turning my ass hot and pink. I am sobbing into the pillow, pussy dripping. Then he was behind me, rubbing the head through my folds. “Beg for it, babygirl.” “Please, Daddy. Fuck me. I need your cock.” He thrusts in and fills me completely. I scream into the pillow. He fucks me hard… hips snapping, hand fisted in my hair, spanking me in rhythm. “Who is your Daddy?”

He spanked me twice in a row, fast and hard. "Yes!" "You know how much of a little tease you have been, right? Calling me daddy, knowing well enough how much that shit turns me on. Touching yourself and kissing me out of the blues. You just want to be slutted out! And don't fucking lie to me, you want to be fucked. You are not here, naked and moaning because you just want me to prove that you are not insensitive! You are here because you want daddy to fuck you, is that right?" With every word he was saying, he was spanking me harder and faster and I was on the edge already. I was going to cum so hard from being spanked.

I wanted him to twist and pinch, lick and suck. "Are you wet for me, my sweet Sasha?" "Yes, sir." "I can see how swollen those pretty pink pussy lips are for me." He smacked harder and faster, keeping a perfect rhythm. "Yes. Sir." The scent of my cream wafted all around me, my hunger building. A slight chuckle slipped from his lips as his hand came down hard and fast. I imagined the warm blush, turning quickly into a deep scarlet as the spanking proceeded. I closed my eyes as he smacked three fingers against my pussy lips. The moan coming from deep within matched his husky growls. The man was ravenous. I was thrown into a moment of raw ecstasy, my body swaying and my mind moving into paradis

As he speaks, he rubs his hand over the fatty lower part of her big soft fair butt, bends his other hand into a curve, and spanks her so hard SPANK!! The sound reverberates throughout the room. "That sounds so good," he laughs, and spanks her yet again on the other side of her butt, eliciting sobs after sobs from her. Her butt turns bright red, the imprint of his hand clearly visible. "That's more like it!" He screams like a maniac and starts spanking her over and over again. SPANK!! SPANK!! SPANK!! SPANK!! SPANK!! SPANK!!! Ariella is shaking and her ass is shining like fresh red tomatoes by the time he's finished.

If I defied him, he would punish me of course, spank me and make me count while I writhed in his hold moaning from the stings of his palm against my derrière while being soothed with his gentle rubs afterward. But how would spanking go in the bathroom? Will he ask me to grab onto the cabinet and spread out my legs for him just like the first time in his office? Will he just throw me over his shoulder and do it with quick precise movements of his palm? Will he ask me to bend over the bathtub or would there be another form of punishment in store for me?