Maintenance Spanking Novels & Stories

His hand spanks on my tits—hard, that made them bounce and sting, nipples rock-hard under the abuse, turning cherry red as I moaned around his cock, the vibrations making him thrust harder, precum leaking straight down my throat. We flipped into lap dance frenzy again with me straddling on top, grinding my soaked pussy raw along his rigid shaft without letting him sink in—cock sliding hot between my puffy lips, bumping and grinding my clit with every filthy roll of my hips, ass cheeks clapping as I bounced faster, spanking his chest now in return, nails raking down to leave trails while he gripped my hips bruising, forcing the pace harder.

John had asked. "Please Master, can my wish be to be disrespectful at one of you... once a week?" Alex had asked. "Alex! What do you think about?" John exclaimed and Alex had blushed. "In my BDSM club, sometimes I was disrespectful, so I was punished by a spanking" Alex explained. Both men had laughed. "No, it is a one-time wish, Alex. You can wish a spanking. While in training being disrespectful would earn you a punishment, but often it will be more painful than a spanking," John had explained.

At first she’d tried to hold back from making noise, and after a while she couldn’t stop herself from crying out and moaning. “It’s just the whippings left, and those will be easier; I’ll spread them out. Your ass is a magnificent red, though; just gorgeous.” He winked at her as he picked up the 16" multi-strand rubber whip. Beginning slow strokes over her body, she moaned a little as he whipped down her back, straying near her ass a little. The impact was harder than when he’d been spanking her, but as he said, it would be spread out rather than all in the same general area. Still, maybe tomorrow she’d take a break from the tasks… give her body some time to recover.

I spat into my palm, wrapped my fist around the shaft, and started stroking in time with the video. Long, slow pulls at first. Root to tip. Twist over the head. Thumb smearing précum. My breathing turned ragged. “Fück yes… just like that… ruin him…” I sped up. Hips rocking into my hand. Balls tightening. The guy on screen was sobbing openly now, ãss red from spanking, hole gaping every time the top pulled almost all the way out before slamming back in. I could almost feel it the stretch, the burn, the way it hurts so good you can’t stop begging for more.

“One.” SPANK! “Two.” Axel continues landing spanks and with each one I feel my ass get warmer and warmer. By the 8th spank, I’m squirming from side to side. “Stay still.” SPANK! “Nine.” I feel a drop of wetness slide down my inner thighs. Oh, God. I know it’s just a matter of time before Axel finds out how turned on I got by his spanking. SPANK! “Ten.”

“Rub yourself. Come for me. Show me how easily I can control you.” “No—!” Luca tried to protest, but his body convulsed under the command, his hips jerking against the hard edge, cock grinding in a rhythm he couldn’t stop. His face pressed into the table, hot tears smearing the surface, his breath coming fast, shallow, humiliating. Every stroke against the wood made his cock throb harder, slick precome smearing through the thin fabric of his pants. The spanking resumed, not random, but rhythmic, timed with his grinding. Each slap against his ass drove his cock harder into the table. Each strike dragged another strangled moan from his throat. He couldn’t stop. He couldn’t breathe.

“Let me make you feel good again.” He thrust into me without any warning, so hard and rough I couldn't help but scream his name. “Damnn I love it when you scream my name.” His voice was laced with lust as he kept going, picking pace with every thrust. Soon I match him, moaning loudly as he pounds stars into my eyes. Frank definitely has a kink for spanking, cause I kept feeling stings on my ass he plunges deeper and deeper. He found my hands and placed them on my back before trapping them together with his right hand while using his left one to spread my cheek as he thrust continuously.

He got a leather-gloved palm slapping across his hole. The crack echoed. He flinched. Then another. Then five more. Each one landing harder. Tighter. His ass glowed red and hot. “Count,” the man said. The mechanic stammered. “One.” Another slap. “Two.” Again. “Three—ah!” By ten, he was gasping. But hard. Dripping. The man knelt. Spat between his cheeks. Then slid two gloved fingers inside him. No lube. No warning.

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.

"So... yes, it happens, but it's not supposed to. But, it's never anything more than a grab. I mean, I used to get more than that when I went to the club to dance." Duncan chuckled. "Just wondering," he told her. She rubbed soap across his lower back, then buttocks and legs. After finishing with his ankles, she stood back up and ran a hand between his cheeks, gently scrubbing his undercarriage and ass. Chuckling, he glanced back and raised an eyebrow at her. "What? I love you and I want to make sure my boyfriend has a clean ass. I can wash my hands afterward." He smiled. "Thanks dear," he said.