Razor Strap Spanking Novels & Stories

"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.

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 mewled, licking her lips as she sashayed to the spanking bench. I grabbed her and laid her face down on the bench before cuffing her wrists to the front legs. Then I kicked her legs wide apart and locked a thick spreader bar between her ankles, forcing her to stay open and exposed. Kira whimpered, testing the restraints. Her soaked pussy was already dripping down her thighs. I picked up the wooden paddle. “You don’t get to pull away from me, Kira. Ever.” THWACK. The paddle cracked hard across her already sore ass. She screamed, body jerking against the cuffs.

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.

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.

The men formed a rough line, stroking their hard cocks, eyes dark with lust. “Look at these pretty little prisoners,” one of the bigger men growled, slapping Azriel’s ass hard. “Caught trying to run from their Daddy. Time to teach them their place.” The spanking started immediately, hard, relentless slaps that turned their asses bright red. The twins screamed and moaned, bodies jolting with every strike. Fingers invaded them roughly, two and then three at a time, stretching them open while the men laughed and commented on how sloppy they already were.

She wasn't, my intrusion sent her off into convulsions and I yanked the knife away to keep her safe from the blade. As her orgasm spent itself a final series of tremors, I rolled Rhada onto her stomach and began spanking her. First she gasped then gave forth furious, but muted, declarations. The moaning started with a few stifled utterances. I broke off the beating long enough to sheath the knife and put on a condom before resuming my play.

she shrieked; another slap, heavier than the last one, made her shut her mouth. "That's right, you better shut your mouth and take your punishment like a good girl." She stilled, closing her legs together as I draped my left one on top. I rubbed the sore part that had started turning a nice purple, then delivered another one, drawing a sound between a moan and a whimper. I knew spanking could be painful and, at the same time, pleasurable when done right. I added another one, making her visibly tremble as she dug her fingers into the sheets. I could swear she was trying to swallow whimpers.