Real Punishment Spanking Novels & Stories

"When you say you can be punished, what does that mean?" "Usually, it means a spanking, either by his hand or a paddle. Sometimes we're whipped with a nine stranded flogger. At other times, the punishment consists of orgasm denial or forced orgasms." "Doesn't it hurt to be spanked, paddled and whipped?" "It does, but it's a good pain, not a bad pain." "What does that mean, good pain, not bad pain?" "I have two other sex slaves with me now. I'm going to put you on speaker so they can help answer your questions."

His thumb replaces his tongue – pressing against the spit-slicked rim, pushing gently inside while his fingers stay in my pussy. "Your punishment isn't over," he says. His thumb presses deeper into my ass. His fingers curl in my pussy. Both hands working inside me while I lie wrecked over the couch arm. "You thought you'd take a spanking and a paddling and that would be it. But bratty little sluts who break rules on purpose don't get off that easy."

’ She struggled in vain his big hand in the small of her back holding her in position easily while his other hand stroked her gorgeous pert little ass, ‘Fuck you have a beautiful ass little cat, it is made for spanking.’ She screamed as his hand came down in sharp successive slaps turning her ass cheeks a dark pink quickly, After ten on each cheek Trina was panting and whimpering in equal measures, being spanked always turned her on, Caleb had been a master at bringing her dark desires to the fore but now she discovered Luke was a true Master. ‘Ten more and then you will get on your knees and apologise for your dreadful behaviour. If you do it nicely and sincerely I will only give you ten mo

“You think you can just decide when I get to cum? Like my pussy belongs to you now?” “Tone,” he warned sharply. He stepped right up close, his body heat hitting me. “Read it correctly or we go back to rule one.” I swallowed thick. My pussy clenched hard. “Rule four. Good behavior earns me orgasms, clothes, phone time, and comfort. Bad behavior means orgasm denial, pain, and stricter control over my body… Sir.” “Continue.” “Rule five. Punishment protocols. Every act of disobedience will be corrected immediately. Spanking on my bare ass. Corner time with my tits and cunt on display. Flogging. Forced orgasms until I can’t take it.

“I don’t give a fuck what was going on. I don’t care if we were fighting or arguing, but I am your husband, Anna, and I deserve to know if my wife had flown across the country. A wife who is still recovering!” “Yes, I am sorry.” I lowered my head, suddenly feeling shame. “Sorry doesn't cut it, Anna. He pressed on, and I nodded, unable to defend myself. We stood there for what felt like an hour before he spoke again. “You will be punished?” He suddenly declared, and my breath hitched. “Punished?” My head tilted in question, heart pounding so loud as my brain conjured all forms of punishment, and none of them looked pleasing. “Yes.” He bit, his fingers slowly encasing my wrist and pulling me i

But I was no match to his strength. "What the hell are doing? Stop beating me, dammit!" SMACK! "Aagh!" "It's called spanking. My usual go-to is ten with the tawse or cane on bare ass, but for you, I would amend it a little. You will get five of my best with my bare hand and over the dress. Stop wriggling now," he told me in a smooth voice. Ten...five. What was he talking about? The jumbled thoughts were cut short when the third slap hit the fleshy-thigh on my left, harder than the previous two. The last two on alternate cheeks intensified pain and burn I hadn't experienced before.

My entire body jumped when he spanked another cheek with the same intensity and murmured, “Good girl. Now, start counting each spank and tell me you’re sorry.” I frowned and looked over at him, “That wasn’t the part of de—ow.” He interrupted me with another smack. His eyes were hard to read when he said, “The longer you wait, the longer your ass will be punished. If your little ass gets bruised sooner, I will move to your pussy. Then your tits. Until you beg me like a good girl. Understood?” My answer was quick and breathy. “Yes, Daddy. Understood.” He repeated his actions, the muscles of my calves tensing with the strike. “O-one. I’m sorry, Daddy.”

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!"

Callina calls the little princess was only busy with her juice. Callina carried the little kitten out to the living room, she never received a punishment, not a real one, she's always too small or feeling too young to do many things that would require a real punishment. She set her on top of her lap, pulling her white tail up, exposing her little rounded bum, the first smack made her scream, she didn't expect a spanking, but she earned one, the second was just as unpleasant, the third and final one made her cry again. Callina pulled her up on her lap, rubbing her back until the cries calmed down, Mollis was close to sleep now, she hate being spanked, even if it's only three slaps, she'll nev

He spanked her butt with the hand where he had his ring on inflicting more pain. Then another smack resonated. One after another. One after another. He kept on spanking her ass.. She lost her count after 15 hits. His hit was so hard and full-blown as he was roasting her butt with his mere hands. With every strike, her ass rippled and it got redder and redder. She cried out and wailed with pain. With each slap, he increased the power of each strike. He kept on spanking till her skin was breaking in some places and blood was spurting out of those areas where his ring struck her. He practically roasted her butt with his mere hands. She was a crying mess. Her whole form was shaking with her hicc