Mature Spanking の小説・ストーリー

They dragged her to the old couch and bent her over the armrest, ass up, pregnant belly hanging down. The spanking started without warning. *SMACK! SMACK! SMACK!* Jax’s large hand came down hard on her ass, over and over. The sharp cracks echoed through the basement. Emma cried out, biting her arm to stay quiet. Her ass turned bright red within a minute, then deeper shades of purple. “You like lying to your husband?” Marcus asked coldly, taking his turn spanking her even harder. “You like risking everything because you can’t hide your slut marks properly?”

I got up, ran around the living room all the way to the counter where he caught me, pinned me down, and started spanking me. The first hit came and it burned. I let out a cry. The second one burned even more. I screamed for him to stop, for help, but it never came. Third one, and I started losing myself to the depraved side of me that enjoyed it. It's always like I unlocked a different side of me whenever I was with this man because maturity is realizing that I will never allow such a setting with another man, ever. Spank after spank, I cried and cried and begged for more because I'm fucking sick in the head. I let him let it all out, after all I pissed him off, but apparently he wasn't even

The sting made me clench, made me wetter. He kept spanking left cheek, right, left again—each crack sharper, the heat spreading like wildfire. I came fast, pussy spasming around him, juices splashing the pew cushion.. He didn’t slow. He fucked me harder, the pew sliding inch by inch, banging into the next row. His hand never stopped spanking in rhythm with his thrusts, my ass glowing red, the pain turning to pure pleasure. “That's it—squeeze me,” he growled. “Milk Daddy’s cock while I mark this ass.”

***MATTEO'S POV*** I'm so pissed off at Michelle right now that when she walks past me after I've warned her not to do so, I swirl her into my arms and bend her over the couch, spanking her soft buttocks. "You can't do that, Matt," she cries out, trying to escape from me. She wouldn't unless I said so. "You are going to be quiet for me or I will make the strokes harder," I warn spanking her again. When she groans, I feel her rubbing her pussy together, making me know she is enjoying this.

My thighs are aching from being restrained for the last thirty minutes or so, but still I manage to raise my bottom up a little more. "Please spank me, Sir. I need to learn how to behave." Despite my enthusiasm for a decent spanking I still wince when the flat of a paddle caresses my right buttock. Whichever Dom is wielding it strokes the implement back and forth across my waiting cheek before lifting it and bringing it down hard. It catches me full across the widest part and hurts like fuck.

he asks. “Sometimes. I don’t like it every day, nor do I like to be punished like a toddler. That was one of the main points of contention with my ex. He has a spanking fetish more suitable to a naughty five-year-old. I enjoy a good spanking now and then, but mostly for sexual pleasure. Chris gives a firm nod. “Noted.” “Got it. So, you’re squirming on my lap because the threat of being disciplined with a punishment spanking arouses you. You don’t always need the actual release from a swat to your bottom.

I opened my legs wider. "Five spanks for coming late and five spanks for not following my order. You will count, okay?" Only the word 'spank' turns me on. I'm hell ready for the spanking. "Now count." His palm landed on my butts. "One, Master." He's fondling my hips. "Good Girl." Smack. "Two." Smack. I jumped, he spanked me harder this time. "Thre," he cut me off with another spank. My butts are burning and my core is dripping wet.

"You're never going to be anything but disobedient. You will always need stern punishment and hard fucking." The vision of her draped over my lap, her reddened bottom on display for all the world to see as I spanked her, discipling the disobedient woman was almost too much. My balls swelled, screaming for relief. I could almost feel the sting in my hand from the intensity of her spanking, one hard smack coming after the other in rapid succession. I could see the way her face twisted in a combination of pleasure and pain as he body wiggled, trying desperately to keep her position.

I almost made it, until I felt strong arms pull me up from the waist back. "I didn't want to do this, but you are in need of a good punishment" he says, wait what! A punishment he got no right to punish me, thinking back at his programs, the dominant boyfriend one, that one includes some light spanking and foreplay but that's only meant for pleasure. The nanny program also had the right to punish, but that depends on the age of the child and parents' orders, I never gave him orders to punish me.

My cock sprang free, slapping against my stomach. “Look at you,” he rasped, smearing the pre-cum over my tip with his thumb. “Leaking like a fucking faucet.” I bucked into his hand. SMACK. His palm cracked across my ass and I yelped, the sting blooming into heat. “Quiet,” he hissed, spanking me again. “You want the whole choir hearing how much of a slut you are for Daddy’s cock?” I shook my head, biting my lip. “No—please—just you—”