Razor Strap Spanking Novels & Stories

"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.

"And that's for the tea." He didn't stop there. He began a rhythmic, heavy-handed spanking that turned her pale skin a vibrant, angry red. Every strike was a statement of ownership, a reminder that in this space, she belonged to him. Saffron was whimpering, her face pressed against the leather blotter, the pain blooming into a frantic, electric arousal that made her pussy ache and throb.

He demands. Fuck... My legs are tingling all over after kneeling for long periods, but I stand up anyway. "Go to the spanking bench." His voice is so damn gruff. "Y-yes, Daddy." I put myself on the spanking bench. Stay strong, my ass. Let's hope he won't be so cruel. "I will give you a choice. You either get 10 strikes with my belt or 5 strikes with my choice of a smaller paddle. What's your choice?"

"Or two strokes with this?" I gulped. Paddles were very painful, which was probably why the number of spanks was low. "The second one." Matteo chuckled. "I knew you would choose this one." The second one had the word 'whore' imprinted on it, which meant that if used on me, would leave the word on my ass. He exchanged positions with Rowan and I held my breath in anticipation. I wasn't warned before the first strike came down on my ass. I screamed.

My cock stirred in my robes at the sight of her young, untouched form, full breasts, narrow waist, and the soft mound between her legs that I had claimed as mine alone. I sat on the edge of the altar and drew her across my lap, her bare bottom presented perfectly. The first spanking was always ritualistic, a purification. “Recite with me,” I commanded, my palm hovering. “ ‘Children, obey your parents in the Lord, for this is right.’” The slap landed firmly on her right cheek, the sound sharp and echoing. Sophia yelped, jerking in my lap. “Say it,” I urged, rubbing the spot tenderly.

Then he draws my wrists in and locks them to the same strap, folding my body into a bound, helpless position. He positions himself between my thighs, a master of my submission. His hand is flat and heavy as it slams against my pelvis. SLAP! The sound echoes, the pleasure-pain jolting my spine. Another. I crave the burning sting he leaves behind. I want to scream, to shatter the silence, but I can’t, not with the stuff in my mouth. Then, a flat, stinging sensation hits my lap. Not this hand, something like a spanking paddle… and the material is cold and soft.

She ran the smooth side over my ass, letting me feel the cool leather. "Ten strikes," Monica said. "Count them." The first slap landed hard across both cheeks. The sting bloomed hot and sharp. "One," I gasped. The second followed quickly on the left cheek. "Two." Each strike grew harder, the paddle cracking against my reddened skin. By the fifth my voice was shaking. Tasha reached under me and found my clit, rubbing it in tight circles while Monica continued the spanking.