Otk Spanked Mga Nobela at Kwento

As he speaks, he rubs his hand over the fatty lower part of her big soft fair butt, bends his other hand into a curve, and spanks her so hard SPANK!! The sound reverberates throughout the room. "That sounds so good," he laughs, and spanks her yet again on the other side of her butt, eliciting sobs after sobs from her. Her butt turns bright red, the imprint of his hand clearly visible. "That's more like it!" He screams like a maniac and starts spanking her over and over again. SPANK!! SPANK!! SPANK!! SPANK!! SPANK!! SPANK!!! Ariella is shaking and her ass is shining like fresh red tomatoes by the time he's finished.

**TRIGGER WARNINGS** With each spank, Cadence’s breath hitched and her body flinched involuntarily. The stinging sensation spread across her skin, a constant reminder of her transgression. Yet, despite the pain, she remained obedient, counting each strike aloud as Alberto had commanded. “Two,” she gasped as Alberto’s hand connected with her skin once again, the force of the impact sending a shock wave through her body. The sound of each spank reverberated in the room, filling the air with an uncomfortable tension. Cadence’s mind raced as she tried to endure the punishment, her thoughts consumed by a mixture of pain and shame.

He was somehow managing to make me nervous and pushing back all the confidence Dusk tried letting flow through. "Yes. Such a good mate," Otto roughly grabbed the silks and fur adorning my hips, ripping them and tossing it to the side. He paused to stare at my shorts curiously before grabbing the mesh material and splitting them open along with my underwear. My hard cock sprang free and his smile grew abnormally wider. "Such a good good boy, Mordecai."

I want it so bad that I’m distracted from his words. “Spanks?” I ask with some confusion. I haven’t been spanked since I was a little girl, and certainly never by someone not my parents. That was always a childish punishment thing. So why does the thought of him spanking me turn me on? That hand of his strokes over the round part of my rear, and it’s done so softly, so tenderly, but it feels like such a tingling tease of what he’s saying.

He'd put her on her knees on the ottoman that matched the chair, use his thumbs to open her wide, and drive his cock so deeply… As he fantasized about making Jessi his, well and truly his, he amped up the level of the spanks more than he realized. She was sniffling by now, although to her credit, she'd kept up with the count and the thanks. The last number of which he'd been aware had been 53.

*Spank* "ahhhhhhhh" *Spank* "ahhhhhhhh" *Spank* "ahhhhhhhh" *Spank* "ahhhhhhhh" *Spank* "ahhhhhhhh" *Spank* "ahhhhhhhh" *Spank* "ahhhhhhhh" *Spank* "ahhhhhhhh" " Please ji leave me .....I am sorry ...it's paining a lot...." She said all this with cry voice and fearfully Her both the buttcheeks are red now like blood....

“Ten spanks. Then you’ll ride me until I believe you’re sorry.” He pulls out slow, strings of spit connecting us. Uses the ring to haul me up and bend me over the high foot of the bed. My toes barely touch the floor, ass presented, pussy already glistening. The first spank cracks across my right cheek—sharp, perfect sting. “One. Thank you, Daddy.”

He's behind me again, grabbing something else. Smack, I cry out. Owen rubs my bottom where he hit. Smack, his hands immediately go to rub the spot. He pulls away again, and I wait. Smack, the pattern is after each strike; he rubs the area. After about ten hits, I'm breathless. "That was leather and wooden paddle." His fingers move to my sex, where he lets out a growl. "You're so wet, baby. Did you like getting spanked?" I nodded, feeling slightly embarrassed. "I could smell your sweet arousal, but touching it is so much better." Could he smell it? Is that bad? Is that good? Does he like that? How can he smell it, I don't smell anything but the leather on the bench?

SPANK! "Thank you...daddy." SPANK! He hit right up the middle making my my pelvis try to grind down, gain some friction somewhere. Anywhere! "Oh god thank you daddy!" "That's right baby. Call me daddy. I want to hear you moan it." His hand caressed my backside. I loved his dirty talk. That alone could get me to cum. Three spanks in a row had me cry out. One slap on each cheek and again in the middle at rapid succession. It stung, but in the best way, which is why I was whimpering and asking for more.

Then we were told to lick each other's cunt, but no more orgasms while we did, so we had to be careful, but managed to avoid more punishment. "That was entertaining," he said, his cock still engorged with blood, lying limp upon his thighs. "Lisa, get The Enforcer." It was for me too. Nine orgasms so far, and if Master's cock was any indication, more would follow. While Lisa was up, Master tied me to the bed with a pillow under my hips, raising my bottom for his punishment. Being bound to the bed immediately ratcheted up my arousal again. Master waited for Lisa to return before starting, going slowly through all thirty of my spankings. He was getting harder with his spankings. We were growing