Mature Spanking Novels & Stories

I rolled my eyes, looked at his attractive body, and stammered. “I am speaking English. Scrub my back for me.” Brian turned his head and raised the bath sponge. I stared blankly at the pervert sitting in the white soap bubbles. Brian thinks he is the king, right? Or does he think he's a kid? If he asked me to skin him, I wouldn't say no. No maid bathed a thirty-year-old master. A pervert, extremely perverted. In modern times, he still oppresses others like this. I am not a slave.

Her breasts rose and fell with every shallow breath, nipples already tight from the cool air. Marcus started with spanking. Hard. Unrelenting. Bare-hand strikes across her ass and thighs until her skin glowed bright red and she was sobbing apologies into the air. The sound echoed off the walls crack, crack, crack like bullets. His palm met her flesh with bruising force, each strike landing just hard enough to sting but not break. “You wanted to test boundaries?” he growled between strikes, sweat already glistening on his forehead. “Here’s your answer.”

” “What about children?” “I don’t like telling parents how to raise their children but I also heavily discourage parents from engaging in physical punishment on their pups as raw emotions is when abuse tends to occur. It’s rare but the youngest I’ll supervise a spanking by the pup’s parent is eight and it’s only as a last resort. I often refer parents who want me to do the spanking to Julie for several months before I will agree to spank any pup under twelve. Thirteen and above is usually when I step in and take over discipline.

"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."

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.

I felt my body battling with itself, as my pussy and clit were being thoroughly stimulated while my ass was continuously being spanked over and over. I felt my ass heat up and knew that I probably had red hand prints where my mother had spanked me. I cried out "five" as she connected again. I had to tell myself that it was almost over and that I could take another five slaps to my ass. But my mind again went back to the pleasure being forced upon my pussy and clit. Mom was now really thrusting her fingers deep into my pussy as her thumb furiously worked my clit. I cried out "Six" as I felt another spank hit my poor ass. I began to doubt that the punishment really fit my mistake, as another q

he groaned, increasing his tempo, he was fucking me, whatever he did before today was vastly different from this, this felt like he was going to destroy my insides, this felt incredible. My legs shook, “Not now slut.” he says spanking my butt, I whimper, the sting sharp but it soon gave way to tiny spikes of pleasure. Another spank again as he stroked, I cried out, he reached forward, spanking my tits this time. “Oh yes daddy.” I cry, I didn’t know I was super into spanking until he does it, again and again, until both breasts were red and raw, both ass cheeks were the same, I had come over and over but it was not enough for him.

I wasn't going to make that ruin the moment, not at all. Marcus pulled my hair and I felt his mouth at my ear when he whispered, "Baby," I felt on top of the world when he called me that. "I want you to cum for me. Cum so hard." He began to spank my ass as he fucked me. This time around, he didn't stop. It was one spank after the other. He gave me no space for recovery after a spank landed on my ass, another one came in. I was a wheezing mess by the time he'd finished his punishment on my ass.

, Sir." I heard him moving behind me, then felt his hands securing my ankles to the bench legs. Then my wrists, stretched out in front of me. I was immobilized, ass in the air, utterly helpless. "Perfect," he murmured, his hand smoothing over my ass cheeks. "Tell me, princess, have you ever been spanked?" "No, Sir." "Then we'll start with my hand. Count them." The first smack landed on my right cheek—sharp, stinging, making me gasp. "One, Sir!" He spanked me methodically, alternating cheeks, building heat with each strike. By ten, I was squirming. By fifteen, I was whimpering. By twenty, I was sobbing—but not from pain. From something else. Something that felt like release. "Color?" he deman

"Stay out of it, Michael. Charlotte and I have a little disagreement to settle. A small dispute over the appropriate exercise of good manners. And he drops again to his knees, sucking at my clit, probing my core with the vibe, then again... Slap! Beside myself, as my Master continues his work, my breathing frantic, my need to orgasm driving me crazy, becoming close to unbearable, I can do nothing. And the pain of the spanking only grows as each blow lands on the same tormented, sore, skin.