Razor Strap Spanking 소설 & 이야기

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.

ZARA Xavier’s ass stiffened after I slapped it, and a giggle escaped my lips. I spanked it again, and immediately, he pulled me away from him, turned me around, and held both my hands behind my back. “You like being naughty, huh?” he grunted, spanking my ass. “Ouch!” I screamed dramatically, pretending to be in pain. “That hurt so much.” He immediately released my hands and rubbed my ass. “I’m sorry. I didn’t intend—”

My heart gave a hard thump. “The stripper?” one of the girls asked, a giggle in her voice. “Yeah. Works at that club, Onyx. Heard she gives private dances in the back rooms for extra cash. Real private.” Heat rushed to my face. I kept walking, my legs feeling stiff. “I heard she’s hooked up with, like, all of them,” the other guy chimed in. “Jeremy Blackwood, obviously. But the brothers too. Raphael, Caspian… even the quiet one, Silas. She’s like a… a house pet. For all of them.”

pulling the string to take the vibration away. She let out an annoyed sigh. I laughed and walked back to the bed pulling her with me. I pointed to my footboard and told her to get inside the restraint. She looked at me like I was crazy. "Daddy, I am not sure I want to do that," she said clearly nervous. "This is my spanking plank." I said running my hand down her cheek, "I will spank you in there." I said firmly. She hesitated, "Do you trust me, Iris?" I asked softly wrapping my arms around her. She shook her head yes. "Get in the spanking plank!" I said darkly. She did this time, though it was slow. I locked her in and walked to the closet. I got out a paddle showing it to her. I told her