Maintenance Spanking Novelas e Histórias

She chuckles softly following him to the males toilet. They both enter the toilet and drop their pack back, "ya! Prevert turn your back" Alexa said turning her back and unbolting her chirt, "you have nice ass figure" He spank her ass. "Damn you!" She gave her a fuck you sign, "it's a compliment bitch it's cool" He spank her ass again this time not taking his hand away. "Hey! What are you doing?" She yells taking his hand away from her skirt forcefully, "what's that you agree to let me help you wash the oil off you and followed me to the male toilet on your own bitch" Karen said and slapped her.

Worth every penny. I toweled off, heart still hammering from the trainer’s brutal circuit, and headed for the spa wing. Sven was waiting. Six-foot-four inches of Swedish perfection, broad shoulders, carved chest, forearms like steel cables, and those hands. Long, elegant fingers that could unravel a woman in under an hour. The wives in our circle called him “Magic Fingers” behind manicured hands and whispered giggles at luncheons. I called him exactly what he was: necessary maintenance.

Mark was right upstairs. Jax sat on the old leather couch and pulled her across his lap. “Time to punish this married ass for being such a greedy whore.” His large hand came down hard *SMACK* leaving a bright red print. Emma cried out, biting her arm to stay quiet. Marcus joined in, spanking her brutally while Jax choked her lightly from the side. They took turns turning her ass cherry red, spanking her until she was dripping down her thighs again. Each slap echoed faintly in the basement, the sound vibrating through her bones. She imagined Mark pausing in the shower, tilting his head at the strange thuds below.

I scrub my skin with a loofah until it’s raw. Smack. My head snaps forward. I’ve been slapped on the ass. Hard. I spin around. "Alex?" The shower is empty. The glass door is fogged up. Smack. Another one. On the other cheek. I yelp, slipping on the wet tile. I catch myself on the handle. Smack. Smack. Smack. Someone is spanking me. I can feel the hand—large, warm, calloused. I can feel the sting radiating through my wet skin. I can hear the wet slap echoing in the enclosure.

“Really? I counted four at least, but we should round up to five for good measure.” I shuddered, but agreed. I knew better than to disagree with him right now. His fingers hooked inside the waistband of my leggings and dragged them down slowly, bringing my panties with them. My skin heated and I bit down on my lip. This was too sensual. I tried to roll over, as I assumed it was my ass he would be spanking, but quickly discovered the handcuffs were secured to the headboard. Isaac snickered at me. “I figured I’d have a little more fun than just a simple spanking tonight, if that’s okay with you. What’s your safeword, Maise?”

My thighs are trembling and the grip of my arms around my legs is weakening. As I drop my legs down, he begins spanking my pussy harshly. “In position now, or do you want me to keep spanking you?” Fuck! Why does it feel amazing? “I—I’m trying,” I say through clenched teeth as my legs shake uncontrollably as his hand lands between my thighs nonstop. “I can’t hold them…” He pauses and smirks. “Don’t worry, I’ve my ways.” He steps back. He disappears into the hallway and returns with a gleam in his eyes… and something behind his back.

I nodded again. “To begin with, we will only do a single credit punishment,” he said. “So, expect this show of discipline to be far easier than any of the future ones. Now, I am giving you this spanking today to remind you that good girls keep their cunts nice and smooth.” His hand came crashing against my flesh, and I flinched more out of surprise than pain. He swatted me again and again, before saying, “After every swat, I want you to say ‘good girls keep their cunts smooth.’” Swat.

We fucked for another twenty minutes, changing positions multiple times — him sitting on a chair while I rode him, then against the fridge, and finally on the kitchen table. By the time we finished the second round, I was exhausted, covered in sweat and cum, and completely satisfied. Marco finally fixed the sink while I watched him, wearing only his work shirt. When he was done, he packed his tools and looked at me. “Leak’s fixed,” he said with a smirk. “But I think you might need regular maintenance from now on.” I walked him to the door, still feeling his cum leaking down my thighs. “Next time you have a problem,” he said, handing me his personal card, “call me directly. Day or night.”

I need to put real distance between us before I ruin everything. I stood there clenching my jaw, fists tight at my sides, trying to stay in control. My dick throbbed in my jeans, begging for the opposite. Mason looked so small and needy on the floor, and it made every dirty fantasy I’d had about him rush back stronger. Spanking that ass red until he cried, holding him down and making him mine in every way.

I gasped as his words washed over me, making me shiver hard from excitement and relief. “Okay.” I squeaked out. Dax’s pov “E- eigh— ni- nine?!” She cried out, her pale body quivering in its curved position over the counter and I clicked my tongue, tapping the wooden spoon against my thigh. The rules had been simple, to not miss a number in the spanking, and so far, we’ve had to restart five good times. Her pale ass was reddened, and nothing like the cute swats I gave her last night in my office. Tonight was the real deal.