Mature Spanking Novels & Stories

“More. Spank me harder!” the priest’s mind reels, but his body obeys, spanking him again and again before gripping his hips to pound deeper. As Matthew’s cock swings in front of them, untouched and dripping onto the mattress, Khatri reaches around and begins to jerk him rough and fast. “Cum for me, baby,” he growls and his voice is like a command switch. Matthew’s body seizes instantly, cum spurting across Khatri’s hand in thick ropes.

“I imagined… you bending me over the kitchen counter… and fucking me while I made breakfast.” Another smack landed after another. “Three… four… I thought about your cock… how big it felt against me last night. I wondered what it would feel like inside me.” The confession spilled out of me between gasps and whimpers as the spanking continued. Marcus’s breathing grew heavier. By the tenth smack, my legs were shaking, my pussy dripping down my inner thighs in clear, shiny trails. Marcus stopped and slid two thick fingers through my folds from behind, gathering my wetness. “Such a honest little slut for your stepfather,” he growled. “This cunt is weeping for me.”

I could feel his rod poking into my stomach, and I realized that he, too, was aroused. I heard the sharp intake of his breath and felt one of his hands on my back, holding me in place. His other hand rubbed my bottom in a circular motion. I was starting to relax; it felt nice. Then it stopped and a stinging slap was smacked on to me. I jumped and gasped. “No, Tova,” he said, gently. “When I am spanking you, you are not allowed to move or to make a noise. If you do, I start over.”

He reaches down and with nimble fingers unclasps the bottom of my corset. I'm broken out of my trance immediately. I squirm and twist on his lap, but his other arm pins me down to where I can't get up against his might. If he does that, then... The clasp finally undone, daddy turns the flap up, completely exposing my pussy and ass to the crowd. “No! Stop!” I cry out. The crowd murmurs, and daddy shouts, “Not another word!” He lays into me, no more spanking me against soft cloth and flesh. This time it's all flesh, his hand making whole contact with my ass. The sound is explosive, the slapping of flesh echoing throughout the large house.

P**n movies are playing in the background throughout, and she takes cues from what the woman's doing on screen, trying to suck Matt the way the woman in the movie is sucking the actor. After he comes and eases her fear that he won't be able to have sex with her until tomorrow, she offers to let him spank her like from the movie he'd been masturbating when she walked in on him. So, he puts her on her knees with her shoulders down on the couch and does just that, including spanking her pussy, which gets them both turned on enough that he's ready to have sex in record time. He gets behind her on the couch and takes her from behind in that position, occasionally spanking her so the sting distrac

I was secured and every time I moved, the bark of the tree scratched all of the sensitive areas that were exposed to it. “Now slut, this is your final spanking for the weekend. It will also be the worst. I just want to prepare you for what’s coming.” With that said, he stepped back to get the switch. He extended it to slowly rub it against my ass, letting me feel the rough sandpaper bark of the willow. I closed my eyes in anticipation of the war that he would wage with my body. I had heard the switch whistle through the air before the stinging bite of it registered on my back, scraping the already sensitive skin.

The boy, who couldn’t be more than seven or eight years old, tilted his chin up defiantly as if daring the man to do his worst. “Why you insolent little pup,” Finn roared. He raised his hand, and Mary flew across the ground, throwing herself in front of the child as the fist swung and clipped her cheek. She went reeling but recovered and quickly threw herself back over the child, gathering him close so she could cover as much of him as possible. The boy struggled wildly under her, screeching obscenities in Gaelic. His head connected with her already aching jaw, and she saw stars.

I didn't even taste his cum he was so deep. The next man wanted to paddle my bottom. He bent me over his lap and pulled my panties down. He moved my cuffs to a higher fastening on my back so my hands wouldn't be in the way and walloped my bottom hard. I thought Master had spanked me hard last night. This man spanked me twice as hard and I was sobbing and crying before he finished. I was still aroused by the spanking and I wondered if I was a bit of pain slut. I'd always felt like a baby before, whining at the smallest ache or pain, but perhaps it only required the accompanying sex to release the slut in me.

I cried, my eyes rolled back into my head. He slowed down a little, the sudden change in pace denying me my orgasm. "Not yet. Or I'll stop," he said as he pulled out and made me lay down, stomach down, ass up, slamming me harder and faster doggy style. "Daddy!" I shamelessly screamed as his cock threatened to tear my asshole. "Your cock is too big." "Shut up and take it like the little slut you are," he hissed, spanking my ass hard, leaving his hand prints.

"She hesitated. We can't have that. You'll have to be punished." "Yes," Grandmother hissed. "Punish the little skank! She needs to clean our son's dick right away!" CRACK! I squealed around Daddy's cock. My eyes widened at the burning pain that burned across my rump from Daddy's spank. My his wiggled, my pussy getting so wet. Juices dripped through my bush to run down my thighs. CRACK "You will be a good sex slave!" Mother hissed as Grandfather spanked me again.