Public Spanking 소설 & 이야기

"You mentioned spanking. Is that really, I mean…I can't see consenting to being beaten." He looked at her directly. "Not beaten. This is way different. We're talking about a spanking on the ass, like with a hand or a crop or some other tool. When you break a rule, you will be punished. That's the way it is. The thing is, the line between pain and pleasure is paper thin. A spanking can be very sensual. You'd be surprised. Remember, you'll have safe words to let me know how you're doing, but you have to use them." Bella nodded slightly, still wide-eyed.

Chapter 57: Was I Hard On Him? Baron Now that Jasper is doing his homework in the guestroom, I can go and get the playroom ready for a short scene. Disciplining him can be so difficult sometimes, he has gotten to like some of the punishments, especially the spanking and this is a problem because a sanction is not supposed to be pleasure-able, otherwise there is no point to the entire discipline concepts. A sub must feel uncomfortable to a certain extent while he is being punished without going beyond his limits and it looks like the slight humiliation of being sprawled over my lap, ass naked and spanked arouses him a little too much if these erections are any indication. He also seems to hav

He spanked me with his belt again and this time I moaned, the pain only seemed to make me more aroused. “Don’t you dare come in here and talk to me anyhow,” he said in a low and husky voice as he spanked me again. “Do you understand?” I nodded as I couldn’t form words, the pleasure from the spanking was driving me crazy. “Use your fucking words,” he growled as he spanked me with his belt again. “Y- yes I do,” I manage to say. He pressed his other hand against my wet pussy and rubbed against it slowly while he kept on spanking me. It was too much for me to handle and I started my knees became weak from the overwhelming pleasure.

I nodded and he spanked my ass hard, I gasped. “That’s for nodding, use your word slut.” He said spanking me hard this time causing a thrill to run through me. “ one.” I moan breathlessly, grabbing the bedsheet tighter. “Good girl.” He said " Spank again, harder this time, I bit my hand to stop myself from screaming, another hard spank landed on my ass, “That’s for trying to muffle your moan, I want to hear you scream the whole house down.” My pussy was drenched with need by the time he was done spanking me.

I was here until he decided to let me go. As his hands slapped over my oversenttized butt, I cried out, but it soudned more like a damned moan. TO my horror, I rollled my hips, trying to grind my clit against his solid trousers-covered thighs. And despite the agonizing pain, I lifted my ass higher, lifting for the blows, rubbing my clit and nipples over his thighs with reckless abandon. I was going to cum. Wetness will flood out of my hole and stain his pants all because Keagan was spanking me. As suddenly as the blows started, they stopped.

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.

“When I am spanking you, you are not allowed to move or to make a noise. If you do, I start over.” I started to tremble. How many spanks was I going to get and would I be able to endure it? He went back to rubbing my bottom where he just spanked, and the sting was replaced with a deep heat. I realized I was even more wet than I was a moment before, and I wanted him to spank me again.

“You wouldn’t put me down! You’ve hit me plenty of times—so what if I hit you twice?” His eyes darkened, sharp with a dangerously calm fury. He gripped my jaw, his fingers rough but not painful. “Spanking,” he said slowly, mockery dripping from every syllable, “is a form of sexual suggestion. Is this how you plan to handle our divorce?” My breath caught. Sexual? My cheeks flamed. “That’s ridiculous!” I protested. “You started it! You were spanking me for years—since I was fifteen! How is it discipline when you do it, but something else when I do?”

Yeah, yeah. I know you want to get to the part where I have sex with Jackson but it’s important that I go through things how they happen. I’ll be quick, though. See, that spanking is a really significant thing because it changes everything for me. I mean, sure, some of that has to do with the simple fact that I now understand there are consequences but that’s not the sum total. I mean, I also can just stop at any time.

He spanked me again, again, again, each blow driving me higher, my pussy spasming around that massive cock, sucking him in deeper, refusing to let go. “Daddy… Daddy… Daddy…” I screamed it, over and over, voice shattering as he fucked me raw, breasts bruised in his grip, ass blazing red, pussy stuffed so full I saw stars. I came undone around him, walls clamping down hard, gushing, milking his cock in violent waves while he kept thrusting, kept spanking, kept squeezing, refusing to let me come down. And still I begged. “Daddy.” He flipped me like I weighed nothing, spun me around until my back slammed against the cold, sticky bar top.