Razor Strap Spanking Novels & Stories

He started with his hands. He dragged me over to the padded spanking bench and bent me over it, strapping my ankles wide apart and locking my cuffed wrists to the front. My ass was completely exposed, high and vulnerable. He ran his rough palm over my cheeks, squeezing, spreading, then brought his hand down hard.

Ara blushed in embarrassment. "I am going to spank you 15 times, munequita. You will count," he pulled her over his lap and gently stroked her ass that he had just marked. (doll) "No, Please, I...." "20," he added "It's too..," "25," he said She clammed up, knowing he was only going to increase the number. "Count out loud, princess," he instructed before striking his hand across her ass, turning her flesh pink.

She sighed, turning her attention to the tray still inside the case. The bottom tray held two pairs of handcuffs, but instead of being a heavy metal as she had seen so many times on television shows, these were wrapped in what looked like the tail of a tiger, and a mask with the same feline covering. A strange adjustable black strap with a small red wiffle ball in the middle, and a black leather covered board that looked like a hand, similar to the spanking board Nana used when children would disobey. There was also a long silver bar with a locking mechanism in the center to adjust the width. Attached to the bar were two sets of wide leather cuffs with silver buckles. A long thin stick that

Chastising. And I was still wet, a slickness sticking to my inner thighs. I rolled onto my back, moving ever so slowly across the sheets. The sting was breathtaking, forcing me to admit I'd enjoyed the event. The spanking. His belt. Even the scent of the leather strap had been a powerful aphrodisiac. I was hot and horny, craving his touch. This couldn't be happening. There was no way I'd actually enjoyed the punishment.

He pounded into her to her hilt. "Now tell me how hard you want me with your words, count it." He growled still fucking her and he slammed her ass so hard. "Fucking count!" He growled, reaching out to snake his hands under her and squeeze her breasts tightly. "Fuck!" "One…" Vasperia gasped and a large spank landed on her bum. "I didn't hear that Vas.." "T..Two.." Another spank resounded on her ass. "T..Three.." She cried out In mad pleasure and Raze spanked her ass hard still fucking her hard.

He held my hands to my back with one hand as he unbuckled his belt with the other. "That's it. I'm doubling your punishment. You're getting thirty lashes, today. It'd keep you in cheek." He leaned over, whispering that to my ear. "No! Are you crazy!? Don't! You can't possibly spank me," I said twisting my body, trying to yank free from his hold. He laughed. "That means you don't know me well. I can and I will. I don't joke when I'm serious. I made it clear that there will be repercussions. You just failed to take it to heart. Do not move or I will double it." He said.

I was starting to believe him. In the afternoon, after a big breakfast that we made together, we were in the playroom again. Brandt strapped me to something he called a St. Andrews Cross. My arms were secured to the cross bar and my legs were secured at the bottom, so they were spread apart. I was "punished" for removing my collar and for running away. It was my first real spanking and I think he took it easy on me. There wasn't as much heat to his spanks and paddles as I had expected. Or maybe I justed likee it that much.

Aurora yelled and Vincenzo landed her another slap on her right ass cheek. We are just starting… I’m spanking you twenty times… I want you to count. Thwack, the sound came and she groaned. 1, she cried. He kept spanking her 2, 3, ,4,5, 6, 7, 8…… until it reach the twentieth…..her ass was already red and he smiled like a demon enjoying the softness of her ass… Learn to be a good girl for your hubby… He whispered…. He doesn’t want you to use any hairpin but you stole the hairpin in his locker.

His spanking lasted long and Alex was both horny and shocked when he finished. For the last hand spanking it was Raphael's turn. She never met him; he must have arrived since she had left the centre. He spread her cheeks and began to stroke between the cheeks, and the taps continued faster than she was able to count all over her ass. Alex tried to count but cried more than spoke and the number were not audible.

I ordered, spanking her cheeks hard—left, right, alternating until they glowed crimson, the handprints blooming like brands. She complied with a whimper, pushing her ass higher, her face buried in the couch cushions. "Spank me more, Alexander—punish me for being late today, for making you wait!" she pleaded, her voice muffled but desperate. I smirked, the memory of her tardiness fueling my strikes. Each slap echoed like a gunshot, her skin jiggling, her cries growing louder. "Yes! Harder—make it sting! I'm sorry, sir—I'll never be late again!"