Novel & Cerita M Spanking

My hands brace on his chest, nails digging in, and I start bouncing, hard and fast, chasing another high. He latches onto my tit, sucking hard, teeth scraping my nipple until I cry out. His hand cracks down on my ass in sharp, rhythmic spanks that make me grind harder. “Faster, baby,” he growls against my skin. “Fuck yourself on Daddy’s cock.” I do, thighs burning, tits bouncing in his face, moaning nonstop. “Daddy—Daddy—gonna come again—” “Do it,” he snarls, spanking me harder. “Come all over me while I fill you up.”

Not until I felt a hot slap at the left side of my butt cheek causing me to shriek “Stop it, fuck you!” I swore at him and he hummed, “You do need to be punished better and in a secluded place,” he slapped my butt again and again. Why was it hot? Why does spanking make me wetter than I already am? Damn this man! I wanted to push him away, yet I didn't want to leave his presence. His touch, his cologne, his deep blue eyes that looked deep into my soul, his lips and tongue that drove me totally crazy wouldn't let me push him away.

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.

I didn't even taste his cum he was so deep. The next man wanted to paddle my bottom. He bent me over his lap and pulled my panties down. He moved my cuffs to a higher fastening on my back so my hands wouldn't be in the way and walloped my bottom hard. I thought Master had spanked me hard last night. This man spanked me twice as hard and I was sobbing and crying before he finished. I was still aroused by the spanking and I wondered if I was a bit of pain slut. I'd always felt like a baby before, whining at the smallest ache or pain, but perhaps it only required the accompanying sex to release the slut in me.

“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.