Paddle Spanking Novels & Stories

"Up, on your knees, and lean over the back." He shoved my hands down onto the chair, so I could feel what I was doing, and I crawled very carefully up onto the hard seat. I leaned forward with caution, draping myself over the rail back that dug painfully into my ribs. He used a rubber paddle on my ass, hard and fast, spanking me into the unforgiving chair.

I asked him as I watched him rise from between my legs, hovering over my face and gripping my chin. "You take what I give you and you remember to say thank you sir" he said to me as he untied my wrist and ankles before flipping me into my knees. "Now I'm going to spank you, I will spank you so hard as I want to see those pretty tears of yours fall from your eyes and you're going to thank me like the good little whore you are for me" He said to me and before I could even respond, the wooden paddle came in contact with my skin harshly.

ARLETTE’S POV Holy Shit! I felt each thumping heartbeat as I climbed on Matteo’s thighs. It was settled. I was gonna get spanked and there is nothing to do but use my safe word if I think this is too much to handle. When I had seen the paddle, memories of when my father had used them on me to punish me had come flooding in, but with Matteo, I know this is going to be different and I can feel it. “You are going to be counting. If you hold back from counting properly, you shall be punished,” Matteo warns.

A wooden paddle lay on the desk beside silk ties. “Strip.” I obeyed, dress pooling at my feet, naked before him. He circled me, eyes hungry. “Beautiful. But you need discipline.” He bound my wrists with the ties, securing them to a hook in the ceiling beam—arms stretched high, toes barely touching the floor. The paddle cracked across my ass—harder than his hand, the thud deep and stinging. I cried out, dancing on tiptoes. “Count, pet.” Twenty strikes, each leaving my skin red and throbbing, tears flowing freely. Between sets, he teased my nipples, pinching until they ached, then soothed with his mouth.

"I'm not, sir." "I counted the amount of times you called me 'Ryan' today. It was eight. And you get two of these for each time it happened." I pulled my arm back and the brought the paddle down hard on her left buttock, causing it to wobble. She squealed. "I'm sorry, sir." "That's not what I wanna hear." My head shook. "I want you to count each spanking I give you and thank me for it, too." "Okay, sir."

I closed my eyes tight and waited, body tense, waiting for hands or worse. Instead, a sharp spank landed right on my left nipple. The sudden sting burned hot, making my whole body jerk. Before I could even breathe, he used the paddle to rub the sore spot gently, almost lovingly, his thumb circling the hard little peak until it ached with need. Then without warning, the paddle came down again, this time on my right nipple. The pain was sharp, shooting straight down between my legs. My eyes flew open and I gasped loudly looking up at him in total confusion.

I replied without a second thought. “Okay then, we’ll take care of you,” he promised. “Mateo, grab my paddle and then attach the ankle cuffs to the headboard,” he added, pulling me off his cock and bending me over his knee. There must be something seriously wrong with me because the thought of being spanked, bound, and fucked aroused me more than it probably should have. When the paddle connected the first time, I hissed from the sting even as my pussy throbbed from arousal. I felt the heat from the paddle warming my ass each time it connected with my flesh. By the time Adrian was done, my pussy throbbed in sync with my tender ass.

So, I placed the paddle beside the table. My hands roughly squeezed, kneaded and caressed her ass cheeks. "I am feeling a little generous today. I will give you a warm up with the hand and then move to the paddle. This way you won't bruise much." It was almost an irresistible thought to spank a pliant, obedient Sub when you own dick was throbbing with need. SLAP!

Pearl~ I forced my mouth close, I couldn’t show him how much his hand was stinging and pleasing me right now. But just then, his palm cracked against the underside of my ass, and I squealed, unable to hold it back. My whole bottom felt like it was on fire, and he hadn’t even been spanking me for more than a few seconds. I pressed my lips back together, blushing furiously as he punished me. Fuck, I tried to brace for impact but Paulo didn’t give me any space. He began spanking me faster, his palm ramming hard on my skin again and again

With a big, open palm, Paul slapped the left cheek of my ass, the spanking leaving my skin hot where his hand had been. Without thinking, I yelped and tried to jump away. Once again, he forced my head back into position. I didn’t know what to do, so I tried to focus on making him cum as quickly as possible. Assured I was being compliant, Paul resumed my spanking, paddling me as best he could while still driving down the highway.