Razor Strap Spanking Novels & Stories

Thalia kicked and screamed throughout the ride, but Carter didn't let go of her every time she tried to scamper off his lap, he would knot her hair in his hand and hold her head up until her arched back started to hurt, he would stare down at her until she backed down under his dominance and continue with his spanking. With every act of defiance, his spanking would get harsher than before. Finally, Thalia gave up when her eyes started to sting and all she could feel was the streaked pain on her butt, when she stopped Carter paused as well “ do you want to start counting as a good girl now?”

Pain blooms instantly, white-hot and searing, and I gasp, my nails digging into my palms. “Louder,” he growls. “Laziness!” The strap lands again, this time across my other thigh, the impact making my knees buckle. I catch myself, my breath coming in ragged bursts. “Disobedience!” Another strike, higher this time, the leather biting into the tender flesh just below my ass. I cry out, the sound raw and needy. “Insubordination!” The strap snaps against my lower back, the pain radiating outward, making my spine arch. Tears prick at the corners of my eyes, but I don’t dare let them fall. Not yet.

“That's your punishment, Caramella, for being a naughty daddy's girl. And I hope this will teach you a lesson." "I'm sorry, daddy," I moaned, the pain mingling with a strange, burgeoning pleasure. "You're forgiven, Angel, but I still need to teach you a lesson, hmm?" Another spank. Tears pricked my eyes. And another. And another. By the sixtieth spank, my cheeks and the sheets were soaked. "Please, Raul," I cried. He roughly pulled my hair, forcing my back against his chest. His hands roughly cupped my breasts, eliciting a cry of pain. His teeth sank into my neck, leaving painful marks that trailed down to my shoulders as he kneaded my breasts.

Elijah resumed to spanking her across both ass cheeks using his hands this time. “Say thank you, Slut. Thank you for giving you the spanking you so desperately needed,” he commanded, rubbing her ass cruelly, making her whimper and moan at the very same time. Her once lovely creamy ass now swollen and red from the numerous spanks. “Thank you! Thank you!” She squealed, and soon she was forced back on her feet. Jackson stood up as well, grabbing the binder clips clamped over her nipples and giving them a little twist. She gasped loudly, letting out a short yelp.

I knew he wanted to punish me though. "I thought you didn't like spanking your girl when she was bad?" I teased but then noticed he had something in his hand, a thick rod fumbling in his fingertips. "What is..?" I gasped as Zander roughly ripped my skirt in half, jolting my body he used so much force. "I'm not spanking you, although, I'm beginning to think you might need a few to learn how to behave better." His palm grabbed my ass cheek, squeezing a chunk of my skin painfully in his fingertips.

He brought it down across my ass first—sharp crack, sting like a bee’s lash blooming hot. I yelped, my body swinging slightly in the chains. Another strike on my thigh, then the other, red lines rising on my pale skin. The spanking escalated. He set the crop aside for a wider tool—a flat wooden paddle, smooth on one side, studded with small bumps on the other. “Feel this paddle marking you,” he said, swinging it hard against my ass. The impact thudded deep, bruising instantly, tears spilling as I cried out. Left cheek, right, over and over, the rhythm building heats like a fire under my skin. Bruises formed—purple blooms spreading, my ass glowing red and swollen.

"That should keep you nicely in line." He helped her off the bench and guided her to another piece of furniture - a sort of sex chair with straps. He bound her wrists and ankles securely, leaving her spread-eagled and exposed. Then he moved behind her. Cassandra knew what was coming but still yelped when the first blow struck her well-paddled rear. She gritted her teeth against the sting as Chad began spanking her in earnest. But it was almost a relief after the teasing, to feel the pain translating into pleasure that built with each smack.

His voice dropped to a dangerous rumble, making my stomach clamp. Ruslan Orlov, without a doubt, is the reason why my stomach clamps every now and then. Stilling myself for what was coming, my hands quivered on the sink, waiting patiently for my punishment. “Next time,” Spank! “You should never disobey me,” Spank! “No matter what or where we are,” Spank! “If you do, spanking wouldn't be the next punishment, I swear to fuck.” Spank! By the time he stopped spanking my ass, I felt a stinging pain mixed with pleasure.

He stood and walked over to them, ‘ Voi due.’ [You two.] He pointed to the two youngest, aged twenty and twenty two, dismissing the two eldest, he sat back on the sofa, ‘Striscia.’ [Strip.] He commanded and when they were naked and kneeling before him he cuffed their wrists and tied them over the spanking stools, he took them one at a time, using his range of whips he did not break their skin just used their pain to bring him pleasure. When he found his release they had red asses and a few stripes on their back, nothing compared to what they would face in the future from the men in his club.

The sound filled the room, mingling with the ticking clock and the faint crackle of the candle, creating a symphony of anticipation. “Skirt up,” James instructed, his voice firm but laced with encouragement. Laura reached back, her fingers fumbling slightly as she pulled the skirt over her hips, revealing black lace panties that hugged her curves. James’s breath caught, his arousal spiking at the sight. He resumed the spanking, the paddle now connecting with the bare skin above her stockings, each smack eliciting a soft gasp from Laura. Her gasps soon turned to moans, her body rocking slightly with each strike, a sign she was fully immersed in the moment.