Paddle Spanking Novels & Stories

he said warmly, “but good girls still need discipline.” He began spanking me, landing swats across my breasts, inner thighs, and my swollen pussy. Each slap made me jerk and moan loudly. The pain bloomed into heat that went straight to my clit. Ms. Voss turned on a powerful wand vibrator and pressed it firmly against my clit while he continued spanking. The combination made me groan and writhe against the ropes while they edged me like there was no tomorrow. Every time I got close, they pulled the vibrator away and stopped spanking, leaving me trembling and pleading with random nosies.

He then said, "You've been a naughty boy tonight and you know what naughty boys get, don't you?" With that, he gave me a quick slap on the ass with his large hand as the other pressed on my lower back holding me in place. I cried out, mostly in shock as I clenched my ass cheeks together. When I relaxed, he struck me again and again on my bare ass. Here I was, a middle-aged man, bent over another man's knees; my ass getting spanked but it felt wonderful being dominated by this big man. Paul held me across his lap while he spanked me 25-30 times. My ass must have been red from being disciplined before he finally let me up. I rubbed my ass trying to get rid of the pain from the spanking I just

He laps it up greedily, not stopping, drawing out every tremor until I'm oversensitive, begging incoherently. But he's far from done. He grabs the paddle, leather cool against my heated skin. "Time for your ass, baby. Bend those knees—wait, you can't. Perfect." He flips me slightly, ropes allowing just enough to expose one cheek, and brings the paddle down with a sharp thwack. The impact blooms wider than his hand, a deep ache that radiates. "One." I count this time, conditioned already. He alternates cheeks, ten each, my ass fiery red, each strike making my pussy clench emptily.

Once securely bound and gagged does he move to place me over his knee, his hands moving to pull down my pants and panties before spanking me with the paddle. “DON’T. YOU.EVER. EVER. SPEAK.LIKE.THAT. TO ANYONE. EVER. AGAIN” he yells between each harsh slap making my ass cheeks burn. And although powerless to squirm away, I do try to plead for mercy only for it to be muffled by the gag. Tears now falling as he continued.

This was personal. Elias picked up the paddle and brought it down sharply across my inner thigh. The sting bloomed hot and immediate, making me gasp. He spanked the other thigh, then my ass cheeks as he moved around me, turning my skin pink and sensitive. “Such a perfect little specimen,” he growled, rubbing the paddle over my swollen pussy before delivering a light, teasing smack directly on my clit. Pleasure and pain mixed until I was moaning and dripping onto the table. He set the paddle aside and freed his thick cock, already rock-hard and leaking. Without warning, he thrust into me in one deep stroke, burying himself to the hilt.

He starts strapping me, locking my hands out on each end of the table, to a standing pole, ready for that function. At first, you would think the table is a spanking bench, but this is farther from that reality, it is wider and more exposed. I have the shape of a starfish by the time Zane is finished locking me on four ends. My ass is perched in the center and I know I might not survive the ordeal one more time. "Zane? What... What the fuck are you planning to do with that paddle?" I ask my voice quivering. "Smack my baby girl until she learns how to obey me," he says casually.

It was stinging, and it left a satisfying red mark on my skin. "Bend over the bed," he said. "I want you to spank yourself. And I want you to count. And I want you to thank me for each one." I did as he was told, bending over the edge of my bed, my ass in the air. I brought the paddle down on my right cheek with a sharp smack. "One," I cried out. "Thank you, Daddy." "Again," he commanded. I brought the paddle down on my left cheek. "Two. Thank you, Daddy."

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.

Robert inserted two fingers into her pussy, feeling the palpitations of her climax. "She's going to be punished for cumming without permission twice. Thirty swats for each occurrence. I'm going to give her the first thirty with the paddle she's holding. If she doesn't cum from her spanking, she'll need to cum to make her feel better. You will fuck her to ease her pain, then you will give her the remaining thirty with your hand as you will be unused to using a paddle so should feel how hard you're striking her. When her punishment is complete, she's going to mount my cock and I want you to fuck her ass so you can feel the heat rising off it from her spanking. Does this sound acceptable to you

Slap! He continued to spank her, his hand hard and precise, each strike making her flinch, her skin reddening, but not quite painful enough to make her cry out. It was a rhythmic, sensual punishment, designed to awaken, not hurt. Her ass stung, but her pussy was throbbing, alive. “Feel that, Clara?” he rasped, his voice close to her ear. “That’s your body waking up. Realizing its true purpose.” He pulled a small, soft leather paddle from beneath the chaise. It was wider, flatter than his hand. He lifted it. WHACK! A louder, more encompassing sting spread across her buttock. Clara cried out, her hips jerking.