Novel & Cerita Paddle Spanking

I shivered with arousal as my nipples hardened to painful little peaks, just begging to be touched and kissed, but it all paled to how much my pussy throbbed to take his length inside me. "Stand up," he demanded. On shaky legs, I rushed to obey. His palm pressed against my pussy and he spanked it hard. I cried out at the unexpected discipline and shook as the stinging agony spread across my sensitive folds. "That wasn't an answer, little darling. I'll ask only one more time and if you don't answer, your bare little bottom is going to be paddled with your hairbrush instead of being allowed to come all over my cock. Now, do you think you did a good enough job sucking my cock to earn the privil

"Six – please – harder –" He spanks me until I lose count. Until my ass is blazing red and hot to the touch and every slap sends shockwaves through my swollen clit and I'm cumming – cumming from the spanking alone, no clit contact, just the impact of his palm and the brutal depth of his cock and I gush onto the kitchen floor and he keeps going.

"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.

She turned her attention to his other end, lipsticking ‘SL’ on one arse cheek and ‘UT’ on the other. “If only your mother could see you now,” mused Wanda. “I’m sure she’d be overwhelmed with pride.’ She picked up a spanking paddle and delivered a ferocious blow to his buttocks, then followed it with four more in swift succession. Wanda stepped back to admire the results of the thrashing, “Your arse is red raw, dear boy.”

A man I didn't know anything about, except his first name, was spanking me because my husband wanted him to. But thankfully Xavier seemed to only spank me with the sole purpose of fulfilling a command given by his Pakhan, not to hurt me or deliver pain. And yet, it still hurt because every time his rough palm came down on my arse, it touched the heated and bruised flesh left behind by the paddle my husband used on me. Tears dripped down my cheeks, more from the humiliation than the pain. But pain came too. Quickly. Deeply. And like a sinful caress, settling deep in my core as Kayne took his place to spank me next.

I said. “Let me put on a dress,” she replied, walking over to her closet. I turned around and opened the wardrobe, pulling out a leather paddle we also used for spanking. I held it in my hand—it was heavy—and turned it over thoughtfully. Immediately, Sable came to mind and that damn book of hers… Spank Me, Daddy. I could already picture her bent over, naked, spanking her with this paddle, hearing her moan my name with every strike as I marked her skin. A slow, wicked smile formed on my lips.

"One for each boy you fucked, one for each time they came, and one for when you came." She bit her lip, knowing that there was no way to argue with him, and returned to lying on her stomach. He dragged the thick paddle against her and it sent chills directly up her spine. "It's for your own good, baby," he said. she felt the paddle move away from her skin and tensed just as Mr. Harrison brought it down on her ass.

I want to have that finger in my pussy, fucking me hard and giving me a taste of my pussy juice. Ignazio walked gracefully to the bed. He stood in front of me. “Do you know all of this? And their use?” I stared up at him and nodded my head gently. “I have watched a few movies about BDSM and I…” He picked one and raised it up, urging me to identify it. “A spanking paddle,” I whispered softly and a part of my eyes caught his cock throbbing at my sweet voice. He swallowed in and dropped it on the bed. “A nipple clutch.” I identified the next, my nipples twitching with the desire to know the pleasure that has to offer.

"Your ass isn't the only think I can spank, kitten. I said, quiet." He gave her sex another pair of pops and kissed her deeply. "I want to take your cunt. That's exactly what I'm going to do after your spanking. Let's do this." Blake moved behind her and began using the paddle to rain swats on each cheek, alternating equally, moving from the bottom to the top and back again. Shasta breathed deeply to control the pain as she concentrated on remaining quiet.

She mewled, licking her lips as she sashayed to the spanking bench. I grabbed her and laid her face down on the bench before cuffing her wrists to the front legs. Then I kicked her legs wide apart and locked a thick spreader bar between her ankles, forcing her to stay open and exposed. Kira whimpered, testing the restraints. Her soaked pussy was already dripping down her thighs. I picked up the wooden paddle. “You don’t get to pull away from me, Kira. Ever.” THWACK. The paddle cracked hard across her already sore ass. She screamed, body jerking against the cuffs.