Razor Strap Spanking Novels & Stories

His reactions were quicker than hers as he easily caught her hand when she went to slap him, ‘Two strikes ZayKa, one more and you will be punished.’ He clipped her seatbelt around her waist and stood his eyes dancing as they raked over her, ‘I warn you ZayKa, punishing you is going to give me a great deal of pleasure because when I give you a punishment you will be naked.’

“Are you crazy?” “Four!” “This is ...this is...” “Five!” the man opened his eyes and found her standing before his desk. His eyes narrowed in a deep frown. Then he swung his revolving chair around and was behind her in an instant, dragging her by the hair to a log like device. He secured her hands and legs to this log-like device that seemed to be made of rubber and was 4 feet long and 2 feet wide. Sahithi found her ass in the air and realised that this device was ideal for spanking.

Her silk robe was ripped off in seconds, leaving her completely naked. “You have been such a naughty little brat lately,” Vorath said, pinning her down on her stomach. “Teasing your daddies. Making us jealous on purpose. You need to be reminded who owns this body.” Smack. His huge palm came down hard on her round ass. Mia gasped sharply, the sound turning into a moan on the second spank. Thalor and Grim held her wrists and ankles, spreading her wide while Vorath spanked her ass bright red. Each loud smack echoed through the room.

I can feel him massage my cheeks, readying them for his punishment. "Spread your legs, sweetness. I want to see how fast you get aroused." Jory orders, so I open my legs for all to see. "You will receive twenty spankings, Baby Doll. Are you ready?" Merrick asks as he reaches between my legs briefly. "Yes, Sir. I'm ready for my punishment." "Can you tell me why you are receiving these spankings, Baby Doll?" "Because I was disrespectful, Sir." "Yes, but I also think you need this. You are too on edge, and this will help calm you. It will give you a better mind frame for what we must do."

Sarah ran her fingers up my slit making me shiver. "Strike yourself with the paddle," Master said. "It really stings to be struck by it and it doesn't require much force to do it. My slave will really feel it without much effort on your part. Part of the reason I put her in this position is it really limits you to her bottom and backs of her thighs. You'll notice the handle of the Enforcer is shaped like a phallus. At some point during her punishment, you might want to use it on her to give her another orgasm to prepare her for the balance of her spanking."

He climbed on the bed and knelt between her thighs. "Tonight your punishment will be longer," he said. "You forgot to call me Sir twice today. And you closed your legs once during corner time. That means you earn the strap." He reached to the side table and picked up a thick leather strap. It was wide and heavy. Lily's eyes widened but she did not close her legs. "Count every stroke," he told her. "And after each set of ten you will beg me to punish you harder because you need to learn."

My walls fluttered and pulsed, squirting slick all over his shaft and the chaise beneath us as the pleasure ripped me apart. But they didn’t stop. “That’s one,” Axel grunted, voice dark with promise as he railed me senseless. “We’re not stopping until you’re a shaking, sobbing, well-fucked mess. Now beg for the next one while Zara keeps those tits nice and tended to.” Zara bit down on my nipple just hard enough to make me cry out again, her tongue immediately soothing the sting as her fingers twisted the other. I was already trembling, pussy still spasming around Axel’s cock, ass burning from the thorough spanking, breasts aching and marked from Zara’s hungry mouth.

“Your punishment for failure will usually be a spanking, Mia. Sometimes, I may choose a different punishment, but normally, when you do not complete your tasks correctly or on time, that is what you can expect. For every minute you are late, you will receive one strike, and for every time you are late, I will multiply the minutes by two. Today, that’s just one strike, but those can add up in the future if you’re not more careful.” “Yes, sir.” So, her punishment was to be a spanking? One strike across her rear-end? With his hand, she assumed? That didn’t sound too horrible, but then, it also didn’t sound sexual. Why had she needed to take her shirt off for that? Or was this just how Sam got h

Maybe if I don’t finish my assignment, he’ll spank me. I smile to myself as I take in the sights around me. There’s a young guy about my age strapped to a spanking bench in the front of the demo area, and a small crowd circles round. His top is clad in black leather, wielding a stout riding crop, which she trails down his back and over the curve of his ass before she comes to his thighs. Placing the leather tip between his legs, she gently pushes, instructing him to spread his legs before she ties his ankles to the bench. I watch in rapt fascination until a low, familiar voice rasps against my ear.

Drystan urged dropping a spank on her left ass cheek. Rosealba’s nipples hardened and her pussy tingled. “Fuck!” She cursed, pressing her thighs together. “Why am I spanking you?” Drystan inquired grabbing her hair backward and dropping a spank on her ass cheeks. Rosealba jerked. “Oh my goodness.” Her stomach churned and her pussy burned as it tingled with wetness. “You are spanking me because… because I left your message unread and I… I came to the club.” “Are you a good girl or a bad girl?” Drystan’s voice sounded raspy against the air and it sent a flicker of sensation down her spine.