Public Spanking Novels & Stories

My cock sprang free, slapping against my stomach. “Look at you,” he rasped, smearing the pre-cum over my tip with his thumb. “Leaking like a fucking faucet.” I bucked into his hand. SMACK. His palm cracked across my ass and I yelped, the sting blooming into heat. “Quiet,” he hissed, spanking me again. “You want the whole choir hearing how much of a slut you are for Daddy’s cock?” I shook my head, biting my lip. “No—please—just you—”

Daddy places his hand on my butt, giving it gentle caresses with his hand, which causes my body to twitch and shudder, the soft touches burning my skin. His hand lifts and cracks down with sudden fury, smacking my ass with a loud crash. The room doesn't react, the spanking eliciting not a sound, their eyes searching for something just as before. What are they looking for?

“Okay, I won't be spanking you on your ass this time. You'd be receiving it on your tits. A total of thirty spanks, fifteen on each of them.” “But—” “And I'll tell you the rules while you are being punished,” he cut me in between while pulling my breast in his hand, and I had to close my eyes to control the moan ready to escape.

he asks. “Sometimes. I don’t like it every day, nor do I like to be punished like a toddler. That was one of the main points of contention with my ex. He has a spanking fetish more suitable to a naughty five-year-old. I enjoy a good spanking now and then, but mostly for sexual pleasure. Chris gives a firm nod. “Noted.” “Got it. So, you’re squirming on my lap because the threat of being disciplined with a punishment spanking arouses you. You don’t always need the actual release from a swat to your bottom.

The position left me completely exposed and vulnerable. Ethan stepped behind me, running a large, warm hand over the smooth globes of my ass. He delivered a sharp smack to one cheek, then the other. The sting bloomed hot across my skin, making me yelp. “Ten thousand dollars,” he said, spanking me again, harder. “That’s how many spanks you owe at minimum. But we’ll spread them out over the thirty days. Tonight is only the beginning.” He spread my ass cheeks, exposing everything. Two thick fingers slid through my soaked folds, gathering my wetness before pushing deep inside my pussy.

"Well then why don't you lie over my lap and lift up your skirt." I rolled over his knees and looked over at the guys as I pulled the skirt up over my firm round ass. "OK, I am going to spank you now, but I need your help. Daddy sometimes has trouble remembering how many times he has paddled you, so I want you to count out each one up to five." "Yes, daddy." He raised up his right hand and swung it down over my exposed flesh. I yelped "One." Again he swung down, this time on my left cheek. "Two."

The sting bloomed hot across my skin and shot straight to my clit. “Good girl,” he growled, low and rough, spanking me again on the left cheek, harder this time. The crack of his palm on wet skin was loud and obscene in the quiet cove. “That’s it, baby. Come for Daddy. Let me feel this tight little cunt milk my cock while I spank this perfect ass red.”

She was wearing the black thongs he had got her while shopping for some clothes for her. He began spanking her one after the other. Ayra bit her lip to control the moan that was about to escape her lips. His grunts and her muffled moan filled the room. “You will never leave this place,” Spank! “You will always be by my side,” Spank! “You are mine,” Spank! This time she moaned loudly due to pain and pleasure. By the time he was done, her ass cheeks were red due to all the spanking. Ayra was dripping wet. All the spanking only turned her on. She was embarrassed that she reacted this way to his touch. Heck, she didn’t even know why she let him touch her in the first place.

"That way you wouldn't pay much attention to it... Not that it makes it hurt any less, if anything it would have hurt for longer." He reasoned which Sean didn't seem to believe and tried to argue… ​"But—!" SPANK. Before he could speak his soft, fluffy, round ass cheek was met with the rough palm of Alexander. The sound was sharp and violent, a meaty crack that echoed off the red-tinted walls of the suite. Alexander didn’t just slap his ass. He put the full weight of his supernatural strength behind his open palm, slamming it squarely against the center of Sean’s tensed, muscular ass cheek and spanking it hard.

I could see an nth number of my underwear flying in the air waiting to get dump in the dustbin. He didn't even give me time to breathe and started spanking me like a kid. His palm was landing on my butts, switching the cheeks according to his will, and let me tell you the next spank was louder and brutal than the previous one. Although I was yelping in pain with the sound of his hand slapping against my butts yet it was also sending jolts of pleasure directly to my core, making me extremely wet and ready for him. With the continous spanking, I could feel my cheeks burning and turning dark red.