M Spanking 소설 & 이야기

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

"You mentioned spanking. Is that really, I mean…I can't see consenting to being beaten." He looked at her directly. "Not beaten. This is way different. We're talking about a spanking on the ass, like with a hand or a crop or some other tool. When you break a rule, you will be punished. That's the way it is. The thing is, the line between pain and pleasure is paper thin. A spanking can be very sensual. You'd be surprised. Remember, you'll have safe words to let me know how you're doing, but you have to use them." Bella nodded slightly, still wide-eyed.

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.

His hand came down on my ass with a firm smack. The sound echoed in the room. I gasped at the sharp sting. He spanked me again and again in a steady rhythm. Each smack sent heat spreading through my body. My ass burned but my pussy got wetter with every strike. “You have been a little brat all week,” he said in a low voice as he continued spanking me. “Teasing me. Pushing me. Acting like you do not need to learn anything.” I moaned and pushed my ass up for more. “Maybe I do not. Maybe I just want you to fuck me instead of teaching me.”

"Six – please – harder –" He spanks me until I lose count. Until my ass is blazing red and hot to the touch and every slap sends shockwaves through my swollen clit and I'm cumming – cumming from the spanking alone, no clit contact, just the impact of his palm and the brutal depth of his cock and I gush onto the kitchen floor and he keeps going.

“There’s nothing wrong with kink. You shouldn’t feel shame for having those desires.” “Yes, but…what kind of normal, decent person likes being beaten up?” “Do I beat you up?” I asked, only slightly amused. “You know what I mean.” I smiled and slid off the desk. I crouched in front of her, lifted her hands off the folder, and opened it. “A spanking is not the same as a beating. I don’t use my fists. I will never use my fists on you.” I turned the first page over and showed her. “See?” I traced the finger down my list of hard no’s. “No punching.”

He rubbed the spot soothingly, then delivered another smack to the other cheek — harder this time. “Count them for me, princess,” he said, voice calm and steady. “Ten spanks for coming home so late and dressed like you wanted attention from boys who don’t deserve you.” “One…” I breathed as the third smack landed. By the fifth, my ass was warm and tingling, and I was dripping down my thighs. Marcus noticed. He paused to slide his fingers back between my legs, pumping them slowly inside me while he continued the spanking with his other hand. “Six… seven… oh God, Daddy—” My voice broke into a moan as his fingers curled perfectly against that sweet spot inside me.

He then said, "You've been a naughty boy tonight and you know what naughty boys get, don't you?" With that, he gave me a quick slap on the ass with his large hand as the other pressed on my lower back holding me in place. I cried out, mostly in shock as I clenched my ass cheeks together. When I relaxed, he struck me again and again on my bare ass. Here I was, a middle-aged man, bent over another man's knees; my ass getting spanked but it felt wonderful being dominated by this big man. Paul held me across his lap while he spanked me 25-30 times. My ass must have been red from being disciplined before he finally let me up. I rubbed my ass trying to get rid of the pain from the spanking I just

But I was no match to his strength. "What the hell are doing? Stop beating me, dammit!" SMACK! "Aagh!" "It's called spanking. My usual go-to is ten with the tawse or cane on bare ass, but for you, I would amend it a little. You will get five of my best with my bare hand and over the dress. Stop wriggling now," he told me in a smooth voice. Ten...five. What was he talking about? The jumbled thoughts were cut short when the third slap hit the fleshy-thigh on my left, harder than the previous two. The last two on alternate cheeks intensified pain and burn I hadn't experienced before.