Maintenance Spanking Novels & Stories

“Coach—” “Sir,” he corrected sharply. “When I’m correcting you, you call me Sir.” His palm cracked hard across her swimsuit-covered ass. Mary gasped. “Count them.” Smack. “One… Thank you, Sir.” He spanked her steadily, each firm slap echoing in the empty locker room. He tugged the swimsuit further down until it pooled at her ankles, leaving her completely naked. Her toned ass turned bright red under his hand. By the twentieth spank she was whimpering, thighs pressed together, but her pussy was soaked — slick arousal coating her inner thighs.

His thumb replaces his tongue – pressing against the spit-slicked rim, pushing gently inside while his fingers stay in my pussy. "Your punishment isn't over," he says. His thumb presses deeper into my ass. His fingers curl in my pussy. Both hands working inside me while I lie wrecked over the couch arm. "You thought you'd take a spanking and a paddling and that would be it. But bratty little sluts who break rules on purpose don't get off that easy."

He moved to the side of the bed, his large hand coming down in a sharp, stinging crack against my ass. "Keep your eyes on the screen!" Kade ordered. Crack! He spanked me until my cheeks were a bright, burning red, the pain a sharp contrast to the wet heat of the sex. He then leaned down, his tongue lashing across my clit while Rexton hammered into my pussy.

I have an older car that doesn’t have a light. Anyway, I’m a little late for work. Jackson doesn’t spank me for that. He tells me my tire is low one day, though, and I need to fill it with air. I don’t do it. I just don’t want to take the time. A few days later, I get a flat on the way to work and I get a spanking from him for being late that time.

“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—”

, he said and spanked her hard, "You sound like a school girl. A sl*t like you can do better" "I want you to fill me with your big hard c**k and f**k me hard. I want to screem from pleasure. Please now." "Much better", he said spanking hard and entering her in one swift motion. Jackie gasped from pain and pleasure. He was spanking her and f**king her in the right rhytm, hitting her g-spot. . She gave in to absolute pleasure. She was sweating, and her makeup was melted. Her juices were dripping, and his dirty encouragements were bringing her even more to the edge.

Down my back—fingers tracing my spine, massaging gently into the muscles that had tensed and released so many times tonight. He knelt—bringing himself eye-level with my breasts—and washed them carefully, thumbs circling my nipples without teasing, just cleaning, soothing. I shivered anyway—body still so sensitive—and he pressed a soft kiss to the center of my chest. “Turn around, baby,” he murmured. I did—bracing my hands against the tiled wall. His hands moved over my ass—gentle circles over the faint red marks his spanks had left—then between my thighs. He was careful—fingers soft and slow as he washed away the mess we’d made.

” She got up from the table and went down on her knees in front of him and opened her mouth. “That’s right.”He cooed.”With your tongue,bitch.Clean me thoroughly and be quick.I still have to spank you.” “Spank me?” “You were five minutes late today.”He reminded. Jasmine swallowed. She did not like it when he spanks her. It’s as if the man forgets that she’s a person. But she knew better than to say no to him. Saying no would mean getting a reduction in her pay tonight. She finished cleaning him up.He sat on an armchair,he was like an emperor sitting on it.

"Since you woke me up before I was ready, I'll fuck you, because I'm not going to waste this erection, but you're not to cum again until I do." "Master, you're so mean." It didn't stop her from swinging her leg over me and sinking over my shaft. She started bouncing up and down. "Let's see, your regular fifty swat morning spanking and another thirty if you cum early; we're up to eighty and it's not even 10 AM. If you cum twice, you're over a hundred. It doesn't seem as if you care how many you get, as long as you cum." "I'm so fucking crazy with lust right now, sir, I'd fuck a doorknob."

I ground against his face, wrists straining against the belt. Alex moved behind me. Hands on my shoulders, holding me steady. “Count the spanks.” Jake pulled back, wiped his mouth. “Ten each. Hard.” First smack landed on my right ass cheek. Open palm. Sharp sting. I yelped. “One.” Second on the left. Harder. Heat bloomed. “Two.” They alternated. Jake’s hand stung more—bigger palm, more force. By five my ass was glowing red, skin hot and tight. Each smack made my pussy clench, fresh slick dripping down my thighs.