Razor Strap Spanking Romane & Geschichten

A finger, slick with my own juices, pressed against the puckered hole and rubbed slow circles. I whimpered loudly, overwhelmed by all the unfamiliar touches while the spanking continued. Master Viktor picked up a thin, wicked-looking rattan cane from the table. He tapped it lightly against my burning ass. “Twenty strokes,” he announced. “You will count each one out loud. If you miss a count, we start over.” The first stroke landed with a sharp whistle and a fiery line of pain across both cheeks. I cried out, my body jerking against the cuffs. “One!” I gasped.

Because of that, I’m owned by my capture. “Strip down to your underwear and kneel, pet,” Razor commands into my ear from behind me, with his hand wrapped around my throat. I do as he commands. I’m going to bleed. This punishment is going to hurt. His finger strokes my good cheek and I shudder. “You know why I have to punish you.” “Yes Master,” I rush out. “Good boy,” he purrs. His voice hardens. “Now, where to place my name?” He taps his chin with his knife. I can see it on his face the moment he decides.

“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.

The punishment for going rogue had begun, his touch both angry and loving as he claimed her completely on the rocky shore. Jax bent Elara over the rock, yanking her pants down as he thrust into her in one savage stroke. He fucked her hard and deep, hips slamming against her ass with punishing rhythm while his hand came down in sharp spanks that left her skin burning. “You don’t get to risk yourself like that,” he growled, biting her shoulder as he drove into her relentlessly. The rough dominant sex was full of biting and spanking, each thrust a reminder of who she belonged to.

“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?”

“I found this massager in the closet. It would make the perfect vibrator don’t you think? he said, striding over to take a closer look at my handiwork, while I tied the knots I would use for the gag later if she would let me. Kat was moaning loudly, desperate for some relief and we were definitely ready to give it to her. I positioned myself between her legs while Ryan went around to the other side to sit by her head. He leaned over to capture her lips in a heated kiss and the little mewling sounds she made had my cock standing at attention. I slapped her ass once on each side then massaged away the sting with my hand. The spanking made her jump and pull away from Ryan’s lips. “Look at me, b

It must be good because he let out a groan and continued thrusting. Another thrust, then one more, and pulled free of her lips. He was still very hard with the head of his cock throbbing angrily but he seemed to have other plans. Nari leaned into him, trying to chase his dick yet the restraints held her back. Zayn stepped back pulling off his pants, socks, and shoes. Completely naked, he moved to the dresser and grabbed a flogger. Giving her no warning, he swung at her ass. It wasn't a cat o' nine tails since it only had six lashes but it was close enough. The end of each leather strap was embedded with soft metal. Lead, I think not completely sure.

She was also wearing a multi-coloured, high-waist sequin fringe skirt that could barely cover her perky, naked butt. Bending over and spreading her ass cheeks with her hands, she showed them she was wearing a red and black striped g-string. "Like what you see?" she asked, resting her palms on her knees and swaying her rear. "Why not?" Harris said, walking over to her to spank her. "That's for being naughty," "Thank you, Daddy," Aaron came over and spanked her as well, "That's for being a good slut," "Thank you, Master," Wyatt came over, cupped her ass cheeks and kneaded them for a bit before spanking her hard, making her gasp, "That's for having a delicious pussy,"