Maintenance Spanking Novels & Stories

I slam into her from behind and her cry of pleasure nearly undoes me. “Assistant position turned into full dom training,” I grunt between thrusts. “Markus mentored me for two years. I still keep in touch.” “Great story,” she pants. “Now please just fuck me!” I freeze and slap her ass hard. She yelps, eyes wide in the mirror. “Just because we’re new to this doesn’t mean you get to mouth off, pet. Sounds like you need a reminder of who’s in charge.” Another hard smack. “Twenty spankings. Count them out loud.”

"No." Dominic watched him work. Then sighed. "You do this when you're worried." "I'm not worried." "You rebuilt an entire transmission yesterday." Silence. "You cleaned the same spark plugs three times." More silence. Dominic pointed triumphantly. "See?" Grayson glared. Dominic looked pleased with himself. That lasted approximately four seconds. Then Grayson threw a wrench. Dominic ducked. Barely. "Violence." "You earned it." "Probably." The Sentinel grinned.

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Marcus started fucking her hard from behind — deep, rhythmic strokes that made her tits swing and her ass ripple with every impact. The wet, filthy slapping sounds filled the bedroom. He grabbed her hair, pulling her head back gently but firmly. “Take every inch,” he growled, voice rough. “This is what you needed, isn’t it? A real man stretching this neglected pussy.” “Yes… harder!” Emma moaned, pushing back to meet his thrusts. He spanked her again and again while he railed her, alternating cheeks, the sharp smacks mixing with her desperate cries. His free hand reached under her to rub her clit in fast circles.

"You have an actual bench just for spanking?" He laughed. "Oh yeah. I made it myself. Part of my therapy was woodworking classes. She's built specifically for me." I smiled. "So I get to spank you on this?" I might be down for some of that action. He burst into laughter. "No. No one spanks me. I will, however, be spanking you on this." He moved behind me, positioned my hips so the main platform hit me just a little lower than my hip bones. "Lean over," he instructed.

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.

Michal continues his pleasurable punishment while massaging my core and spanking me. It gets harder and harder to concentrate and my counts come out more of a moan than actual words. After Michal gets to the fifteenth spanking he rubs my backside with some lotion. The cool feeling of the lotion is refreshing to my backside but also stings at the same time. After he is done applying the lotion he raises me up to we’re I’m straddling him and smacks his lips to mine in a mind blowing kiss. A flood is automatically opening up between my legs and I try to close them. Until Michal’s stern voice rings out in the room. “ Keep them open, baby girl. I'm not fine with you yet.”

“Oh come on. You enjoy spanking me as much as I enjoy taking it. I think you found what you like.” Janet never thought about her enjoying spanking Marcus, but she did release a lot of steam from it. After everything that was happening around her she needed it. Of course she would never admit it. Janet was becoming her clients inch by inch, every day. She would need a sex doctor soon to release some that stress.

“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.”

A woman in her thirties named Carla asked, “Can this save me money at the shop?” “Definitely,” Ryan answered. “Basic maintenance cuts down on expensive repairs. We’ll teach you enough to handle routine stuff yourself.” I circulated with clipboards, noting questions. One participant, an older man named Mr. Hayes, struggled with the tire pressure gauge. “These things never work right for me.” Ethan moved over. “Here, let me show you. You want a firm, steady press. Like this. See the reading? That’s your target.” Mr. Hayes tried again. “Got it. Feels more stable now. Thanks, son.”