Real Punishment Spanking Novels & Stories

I can feel him massage my cheeks, readying them for his punishment. "Spread your legs, sweetness. I want to see how fast you get aroused." Jory orders, so I open my legs for all to see. "You will receive twenty spankings, Baby Doll. Are you ready?" Merrick asks as he reaches between my legs briefly. "Yes, Sir. I'm ready for my punishment." "Can you tell me why you are receiving these spankings, Baby Doll?" "Because I was disrespectful, Sir." "Yes, but I also think you need this. You are too on edge, and this will help calm you. It will give you a better mind frame for what we must do."

"You're never going to be anything but disobedient. You will always need stern punishment and hard fucking." The vision of her draped over my lap, her reddened bottom on display for all the world to see as I spanked her, discipling the disobedient woman was almost too much. My balls swelled, screaming for relief. I could almost feel the sting in my hand from the intensity of her spanking, one hard smack coming after the other in rapid succession. I could see the way her face twisted in a combination of pleasure and pain as he body wiggled, trying desperately to keep her position.

"I can't what? Speak up, sweetie. Are you here for my approval, or do you want another F?" "No!" she shook her head fervently. "No, you can... you can spank me. That's fine. So I, um... what do I do?" I ventured a thin smile. "Assume the position." "Yeah, but... what position? If you want me on your lap you'll have to sit down. Or do I just grab my ankles, or...? You have to throw me a bone, here, Mr. Canon." I let my displeasure show, and the effect was visibly chastening. "First things first, spanking is about punishment, and contrition. If I wanted sass, I'd have brought Taylor over. You have to want my approval more than her, don't you?"

he asks. “Sometimes. I don’t like it every day, nor do I like to be punished like a toddler. That was one of the main points of contention with my ex. He has a spanking fetish more suitable to a naughty five-year-old. I enjoy a good spanking now and then, but mostly for sexual pleasure. Chris gives a firm nod. “Noted.” “Got it. So, you’re squirming on my lap because the threat of being disciplined with a punishment spanking arouses you. You don’t always need the actual release from a swat to your bottom.

“You know the consequences.” He yanked the towel away, leaving me naked and exposed over his knees. The first spank was a shock, a sharp, stinging slap on my wet skin. I cried out. He didn’t use his hand this time. He’d picked up a wooden hairbrush from the table. He spanked me methodically, first one cheek, then the other, the sharp, biting pain building with each blow. “This is your punishment, Ava,” he said, his voice hard. “This is what happens when you break the rules.”

The sound was like a gunshot in this small room and then he struck the other side, spanking me several more times, even harder than the first few. I wanted to struggle, to throw myself forward and escape him, but my fear of falling combined with his hand on my waist kept me firmly in place. I could take this, right? A spanking was a punishment for a child, not a grown woman like me. I’d survive his hand and then his belt just like millions of children before me.

He reaches over and buckles me up. “A spanking will probably be my most favored punishment, but it could also be loss of privileges or being grounded.” His fingers gently dry the tears from my cheeks. “As I have explained, I don't enjoy distributing punishments when angry or in the heat of the moment. But today I felt the need to show you I am serious and I needed to stop your behavior.” He explains. I keep my eyes down on my hands in my lap and don’t say anything. My body still shakes from time to time from crying. He hooks his finger under my chin to raise my eyes to his.

he questioned. “Can’t we just skip the spanking? It must be about three in the morning,” I whined. My clit pulsed petulantly, and my lips formed a sulky pout. “It’s nearer four, and you can never skip a spanking,” he said. “You’ll never learn if we don’t administer punishments every time you do something wrong. So far today you’ve been caught sneaking around, gone behind my back, and lied to me. It’s something we need to address. So, what’s it to be, Lois? If you don’t choose quickly, I’ll pick for you.” “Is this going to hurt?” I whispered.

He should know this. “No Chastity. You were taught wrong. So very wrong. First, and foremost, the abuse you have suffered over the years, was exactly that, abuse. None of that was true punishment. It was abuse doled out by sick, and twisted females, for their own entertainment. The ONLY time physical punishment of any kind is handed out is in cases of illegal behavior. A dropped dish, spilled drink, or even the wrong thing said, NEVER, EVER constitute physical punishment. More to the point, the abuse you received over the years is very serious, and very much illegal. Every time Aurora, Naomi, Fiona, or any one raised a hand to you “as punishment” they were acting illegally.” “Are you sure? O

he answers me, that's too long more left, I'm bored, I groaned and laid back down in my crib. "Would you like to talk until your time is over Violet?" Hayden asks me, I don't see why not. "Would Evander ever...you know....uhhh...hit me?" the last word was said as a whisper, but he still heard me. "The only physical punishment your daddy would ever apply would be a spanking to your bum area, he'd never leave a mark on you, or go too hard either, they are meant as a last option discipline," Hayden says. "Would he...would he do it now?" I ask worried, I didn't want to get a spanking.