M Spanking Mga Nobela at Kwento

Lauren said with a ice cold voice, “That’s not allowed,” Cora protested, trying to sound smart. “You said there’s no rule, remember?” Lauren said, not raising her voice. “But it’s not a sexual act,” Cora protested again seeing the determined look on Lauren's face. “Well, spanking is a sexual act and very common in kinky sex,” I clarified liking this already looking from Lauren to Cora who was wishing I'd do her a favor with her pleading eyes..

He spanked me again, again, again, each blow driving me higher, my pussy spasming around that massive cock, sucking him in deeper, refusing to let go. “Daddy… Daddy… Daddy…” I screamed it, over and over, voice shattering as he fucked me raw, breasts bruised in his grip, ass blazing red, pussy stuffed so full I saw stars. I came undone around him, walls clamping down hard, gushing, milking his cock in violent waves while he kept thrusting, kept spanking, kept squeezing, refusing to let me come down. And still I begged. “Daddy.” He flipped me like I weighed nothing, spun me around until my back slammed against the cold, sticky bar top.

He smirks at me. “That is just how Galdrian males treat our females. We take care of them, we want to hold them close and since we are the leaders in the house we need to discipline our females. Galdrian females can have quite the temper and need help to control that. And besides, I really liked spanking you. You looked so sexy draped over my knee with your ass sticking up.” “That hurt like hell and I never want you to do that again. It was humiliating.” I squirm on his lap because as he said before, I actually got wet from his spanking and aftercare of my butt, and thinking about it arouses me again.

I could see an nth number of my underwear flying in the air waiting to get dump in the dustbin. He didn't even give me time to breathe and started spanking me like a kid. His palm was landing on my butts, switching the cheeks according to his will, and let me tell you the next spank was louder and brutal than the previous one. Although I was yelping in pain with the sound of his hand slapping against my butts yet it was also sending jolts of pleasure directly to my core, making me extremely wet and ready for him. With the continous spanking, I could feel my cheeks burning and turning dark red.

“Fuck, look at you. So ready for me already.” He spun me around again, pressing my chest against the door. His hand came down hard on my ass with a loud smack. I gasped at the sharp sting. “That’s for keeping all this tension inside you,” he said, spanking me again, harder. The sound echoed through the room. Heat bloomed across my skin as he rubbed the sore spot, then slapped it once more. “Leone, fuck—”

“Such a naughty girl… coming to my penthouse in the middle of the night, dripping wet, begging me to fuck you while my son is away.” Smack! Smack! Smack! Three more firm spanks landed in quick succession, turning my ass a bright, burning pink. Each slap echoed through the penthouse, mixing with the sound of rain lashing against the windows. The sting bloomed into heat that shot straight to my clit. “I’m sorry—” I whimpered, even as I pushed my ass back toward him, silently begging for more. “No, you’re not,” he said, chuckling darkly. “You’re soaked. Look at this pretty little pussy dripping down your thighs because your boyfriend’s dad is spanking you.”

My orgasm wells and blooms, exploding upwards and outwards from my core and. He releases his hold on me, stands, and slaps me across the buttocks, hard. Slap! Slap! This is no love tap. The spank of his hard hand across my cheeks stings and burns. I can tell it is intended to hurt, and I scream in shock. My welling climax subsides under the pain. Slap! Again, on the same spot. I can almost see my butt reddening under his spanking. "No! As I told you, you may not cum yet. This is not for your enjoyment."

My cock sprang free, slapping against my stomach. “Look at you,” he rasped, smearing the pre-cum over my tip with his thumb. “Leaking like a fucking faucet.” I bucked into his hand. SMACK. His palm cracked across my ass and I yelped, the sting blooming into heat. “Quiet,” he hissed, spanking me again. “You want the whole choir hearing how much of a slut you are for Daddy’s cock?” I shook my head, biting my lip. “No—please—just you—”

He started to slap my bum again, I screamed right away, my bum was still sore, even after the lotion aftercare, he didn't smack me much, I only received five in total, but they were enough for me to cry. "I don't want to do this Calesti, I don't enjoy spanking you why are you acting out?" he asks me, but I don't believe him, he had me sitting up in his lap, the last place I want to be in. "You like hitting me, and it hurt," I accuse him with more tears going down my face. "I don't, and I've only spanked you," he says. "Nu, you hit me on the bum," I say, I know that's what spanking is, but I don't like it.

Daddy places his hand on my butt, giving it gentle caresses with his hand, which causes my body to twitch and shudder, the soft touches burning my skin. His hand lifts and cracks down with sudden fury, smacking my ass with a loud crash. The room doesn't react, the spanking eliciting not a sound, their eyes searching for something just as before. What are they looking for?