Novel & Cerita Mature Spanking

I backed away from Lisa; she'd had her two orgasms. Master continued with his explanation. "Jerry, 'The Enforcer' stings like a bitch. I suggest you hit yourself on the leg a few times to get a feeling for how much it hurts. You need to understand how painful it is. You will not strike Reneé with anything like full force. When you have struck yourself as hard as you feel you can stand, it gives you a starting point for how hard you might paddle Reneé's bottom. I'll generally give my slaves another orgasm about halfway through their spanking of thirty strokes. Somewhere about fifteen or twenty strokes. I'll demonstrate on Lisa."

He sits down on the overstuffed brown suede sectional and pats his lap. "Lose the towel, kitten." My pussy clenches. I'm not sure whether I'm more excited or nervous, but either way, I'm going forward. I drop the towel to the floor and climb over his lap, offering my ass up for his punishment. I pray a wooden spoon isn't the worst implement of torture in the world. It probably isn't, since it was used regularly on children's butts in the days when spanking was considered a useful and acceptable form of punishment.

My poor vibrator was going to get a fast and furious workout tonight, make no mistake. “The trick with spankings is to start slowly and build up a good, steady rhythm. By the time I’m finished with you, your ass should be a brilliant shade of crimson. If we were talking the ‘Ultimate Guide to Pain Package,’ then I wouldn’t stop until there were tears. Depending on your pain tolerance, I’d probably move on to a flogger, then a paddle, and if needed, a crop. How does that sound for a warm-up?”

I ordered, spanking her cheeks hard—left, right, alternating until they glowed crimson, the handprints blooming like brands. She complied with a whimper, pushing her ass higher, her face buried in the couch cushions. "Spank me more, Alexander—punish me for being late today, for making you wait!" she pleaded, her voice muffled but desperate. I smirked, the memory of her tardiness fueling my strikes. Each slap echoed like a gunshot, her skin jiggling, her cries growing louder. "Yes! Harder—make it sting! I'm sorry, sir—I'll never be late again!"

A finger, slick with my own juices, pressed against the puckered hole and rubbed slow circles. I whimpered loudly, overwhelmed by all the unfamiliar touches while the spanking continued. Master Viktor picked up a thin, wicked-looking rattan cane from the table. He tapped it lightly against my burning ass. “Twenty strokes,” he announced. “You will count each one out loud. If you miss a count, we start over.” The first stroke landed with a sharp whistle and a fiery line of pain across both cheeks. I cried out, my body jerking against the cuffs. “One!” I gasped.

"I can't what? Speak up, sweetie. Are you here for my approval, or do you want another F?" "No!" she shook her head fervently. "No, you can... you can spank me. That's fine. So I, um... what do I do?" I ventured a thin smile. "Assume the position." "Yeah, but... what position? If you want me on your lap you'll have to sit down. Or do I just grab my ankles, or...? You have to throw me a bone, here, Mr. Canon." I let my displeasure show, and the effect was visibly chastening. "First things first, spanking is about punishment, and contrition. If I wanted sass, I'd have brought Taylor over. You have to want my approval more than her, don't you?"

“Ass all red and pretty and your panties drenched like a desperate little slut. You’re enjoying your punishment way too much.” He hooked his fingers into the waistband of my panties and slowly dragged them down my thighs, exposing my bare, glistening pussy. Cool air kissed my wet lips, making me whimper. “So fucking pretty,” he growled. Two thick fingers slid through my slickness, spreading me open. “This spoiled little cunt is dripping for your stepdad’s hand. You’re not a college girl anymore, Missy. You’re my brat. My toy to tame.” He brought his hand down again and this time directly on my exposed pussy. The wet smack made me cry out, a sharp burst of stinging pleasure exploding through

“Grip your knees and bring them to your chest. Spread that cunt wide for me.” When she obeyed so well, I didn't stop myself from spanking her exposed pussy. She cried out, her eyes widening, and her body shaking from the sudden onslaught of erotic pain. I spanked her clit this time, then her pussy hole. I kept slapping her slit, inner thighs, even moved to her tight and high titties. When her porcelain skin was pink and covered in my handprints, only then did I fuck her. “Daddy's little submissive,” I murmured to myself.

Marcus fucked her through it with a relentless pace. When he was close, he pulled out, flipped her onto her stomach, yanked her hips up. Slammed back in from behind. “Gonna cum inside you,” he panted. “I’m gonna pump this married pussy full before you even say the words.” “Yes, do it! mark me!” she screamed. He roared, buried himself deep, and came with hot, thick ropes flooding her, pulse after pulse. So much it leaked out around his cock, dripping down her thighs onto the sheets.

The simultaneous spanking and fucking continued, the guys ignoring her cries. "Yeah man, give it to her! Fuck her hard!" she heard one of them cheering him on. He laughed and exclaimed, "Look how red her ass is getting! Right on!" Her ass was burning, yet the spanking continued. The cock in her ass wasn't as relentless as the first but she still wasn't enjoying it. He lasted slightly longer than the other and with a loud cry he also came in her ass. He pulled out and she braced herself for the third. She gasped loudly as his lubed cock thrust into her. He was huge! "Oh God!" she cried out loudly, pain searing through her body.