Razor Strap Spanking Novels & Stories

“Now bend over the desk.” Her chest pressed against the cool wood, her arms pulled back, her body exposed. The first spank landed hard. She gasped, the sting shooting through her, making her whimper. “Count,” Julian ordered. “O-one,” she stammered, her voice shaking. The second came, harder. “Two!” He alternated between his hand and the leather strap he sometimes used. The crack of it filled the room, and with each strike, Olivia’s body jerked, her breath coming in sharp gasps.

“I know. That’s another reason I want us to slow down.” I placed my hand on his. “Go on.” “One evening, Rory came to me wearing a new shade of scarlet lipstick. She asked me to spank her, told me she’d been very bad. Indeed, she had pocketed the lipstick at a superstore and walked out without paying for it. It stunned me to think she’d go to such lengths to receive punishment. She chose the studded paddle.” I said, “I’ve seen one like it in your basement.” “Yes. It’s about three inches wide and eight inches long. Fastened to the face, dozens of half-inch metal buttons lay in diagonal rows.”

"Sorry isn’t enough, baby girl. You need to be punished. Properly. So you never forget who owns you." Before she could protest, Mason lifted her effortlessly and carried her to the large leather couch in the corner of the study. He sat down and draped her over his lap, her sundress riding up to expose her bare ass. Marcus stood in front of her, tilting her chin up. "Ten spanks from each of us," Marcus said calmly. "And you’re going to count every single one. If you miss a number, we start over. Understand?" "Yes, Sir," Trinity whispered, the word slipping out naturally. Her pussy was already growing wet with shameful arousal.

“Like this?” “Harder,” I moaned, grinding faster. “Show me you can handle me.” Roman slapped my right cheek, then the left. The sound echoed in the small room. “Fuck yes,” I gasped. “Again.” He spanked me harder while I rode his lap. My babydoll rode up, leaving me almost completely exposed. “Take it off,” he said, eyes dark. “I want to see all of you while you’re on me.” I stopped moving and raised an eyebrow. “You giving orders now?”

Even my fingers were tingling after only a few seconds. Her moans fueled my actions, and I couldn’t resist, tossing the rope onto the pillows then pressing my hand against the small of her back, keeping her pinned down as I continued the spanking. I was methodical in my movements, providing the same attention to one buttock then the other.

“Ten spanks. Then you’ll ride me until I believe you’re sorry.” He pulls out slow, strings of spit connecting us. Uses the ring to haul me up and bend me over the high foot of the bed. My toes barely touch the floor, ass presented, pussy already glistening. The first spank cracks across my right cheek—sharp, perfect sting. “One. Thank you, Daddy.”

He rubbed the spot soothingly, then delivered another smack to the other cheek — harder this time. “Count them for me, princess,” he said, voice calm and steady. “Ten spanks for coming home so late and dressed like you wanted attention from boys who don’t deserve you.” “One…” I breathed as the third smack landed. By the fifth, my ass was warm and tingling, and I was dripping down my thighs. Marcus noticed. He paused to slide his fingers back between my legs, pumping them slowly inside me while he continued the spanking with his other hand. “Six… seven… oh God, Daddy—” My voice broke into a moan as his fingers curled perfectly against that sweet spot inside me.

It was starting to hurt like crazy. "Twelve." As soon as he set it down, I almost swore. I let out a cry when he gave me a hard spanking with his bare hand, saying, "That was just the beginning baby, I warned you." "Six more, and then tomorrow we do it again until it is one for each one of the thirty-six days you shut me out." And I could feel his hand stinging my skin. "One." I informed him. "Good girl." The restraints were the only thing holding me up when his hand smacked between my thighs and my knees, causing them to momentarily give out.

She silently accepts the torture he is inflicting to her. "That half-assed blowjob was unacceptable, whore. Pleasuring me is your one fucking purpose in life and you failed to do that. I'm going to give you fifty and you better count them out loud or we'll start over." Gordon orders her He takes a wide leather strap from the wall and laid a blow across the girl’s vulnerable ass. The loud slap relieved some of the need that had built up inside of him. While he starts to feel satisfied, the girl yelps and counts,"One!"

When Cainan got back from the store with Daniel, he wanted to pick up where he had left off with Jasmin, but she had other ideas, and she asked if he had ever spanked any of his previous sexual partners before. Cainan of course was new to the whole idea, once or twice he had heard Laré go on about how Rogue had a thing for whips, ropes and spanking and he never put much mind to it, but when Jasmin suggested it to him last night, he couldn’t say no.