Real Punishment Spanking Novels & Stories

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

His hand lingered, stroking a circle over the center of the pain, one finger prying between my cheeks. “What the fuck are you doing?” I demanded, muffled by the bedding, twisting my neck to get some air and try to see him. I couldn’t move, he had me pinned, and the angle of my body gave me no leverage at all, with my toes scrabbling at the floor for purchase. “Eighteen minutes,” he said, voice as calm as if I’d asked him what the weather looked like tomorrow, and not why the fuck he was spanking me like a disobedient brat. “I allowed you ten. So that’s eight minutes you need to pay for.”

It went all over her branded handbags and ruined everything beyond repair. That was one memory he wouldn’t ever forget. His parents never laid hands on him apart from that incident, and Joe wasn’t into spanking when he was with Mike. Now, the idea of getting spanked felt different. Sure, if spanking himself could keep the pleasure at bay and return some of his sanity during the calibration, he would do it.