Redhead Spanking Novels & Stories

he groaned, increasing his tempo, he was fucking me, whatever he did before today was vastly different from this, this felt like he was going to destroy my insides, this felt incredible. My legs shook, “Not now slut.” he says spanking my butt, I whimper, the sting sharp but it soon gave way to tiny spikes of pleasure. Another spank again as he stroked, I cried out, he reached forward, spanking my tits this time. “Oh yes daddy.” I cry, I didn’t know I was super into spanking until he does it, again and again, until both breasts were red and raw, both ass cheeks were the same, I had come over and over but it was not enough for him.

She was wearing the black thongs he had got her while shopping for some clothes for her. He began spanking her one after the other. Ayra bit her lip to control the moan that was about to escape her lips. His grunts and her muffled moan filled the room. “You will never leave this place,” Spank! “You will always be by my side,” Spank! “You are mine,” Spank! This time she moaned loudly due to pain and pleasure. By the time he was done, her ass cheeks were red due to all the spanking. Ayra was dripping wet. All the spanking only turned her on. She was embarrassed that she reacted this way to his touch. Heck, she didn’t even know why she let him touch her in the first place.

My hand went behind her head, pacing her efforts and driving her down over my dick. No longer holding her tits, Pete was ready for more and started slapping her with his dick. That was mesmerizing to watch, but it got better when I joined in. Two big cocks spanking her big titties was hot as fuck...definitely something for the "spank bank." We were sword fighting over her tits, and that's when inspiration hit, looking at him, "Lets fuck'r together!" He grinned, "We always fuck'r together...or do you mean both dicks at the same time?"

The three assholes she’d met through CollarMe didn’t want her to talk to anyone else, and after just a few dates with each it was obvious they were looking for a fuckable doormat and not a submissive. She was nobody’s doormat. Especially to some douchetard who slapped the label “Dominant” on themselves as an excuse to be an abusive asshole. She didn’t even want a relationship so much as she wanted... Relief. Her itch scratched. She could get herself off as much as she wanted with her vibrator or her handheld showerhead, but it was pretty frakking hard to spank herself. **** She nervously jumped when she heard the outer door open. “Oh, there he is,” the redhead said. “Ray, this lady is waitin

I notice the exquisite red A necklace that hangs from her neck, and the color compliments her skin so well. I turn to Mr. Adair, and to say the least, he's perfect. He's so tall that I have to slightly lean my head back just to stare at him. He could easily be around 6'3. I wish I didn't make eye contact with him, because that 6ft man dressed in a dark blue Armani suit is drop dead handsome. Now that I can actually take a look at him, he's hands down the most handomest man I've ever seen.

Granted, I doubt that many of her opponents got this close to her when she wielded her hellfire whip. Instead, I use my grip on her hair and wrench her head back and forth sharply. It knocks her off balance and makes her fall to her knees in front of me. I step out of the tub so that I can force her to lean backwards even more, straining her neck and back. “I’m tired of your snide remarks and childish tactics. You want to have a go at me, take these chains off and we’ll see who is the strongest of the two of us.” Megeara is shrieking at this point. “I’ll kill you, you worthless maggot fuel! I’ll skin you alive and use your skin as a blanket on winter’s nights. I’ll - “

Robert inserted two fingers into her pussy, feeling the palpitations of her climax. "She's going to be punished for cumming without permission twice. Thirty swats for each occurrence. I'm going to give her the first thirty with the paddle she's holding. If she doesn't cum from her spanking, she'll need to cum to make her feel better. You will fuck her to ease her pain, then you will give her the remaining thirty with your hand as you will be unused to using a paddle so should feel how hard you're striking her. When her punishment is complete, she's going to mount my cock and I want you to fuck her ass so you can feel the heat rising off it from her spanking. Does this sound acceptable to you

she gasped, pushing back against me. I spanked her right ass cheek hard, the sharp crack ringing out over the water. Her flesh jiggled deliciously, turning a pretty pink almost instantly. I alternated between cheeks, spanking her in a steady rhythm. Elena pushed back onto my cock eagerly, meeting every powerful thrust with equal fervor. “Spank me more! I’ve been such a bad mommy letting my son’s best friend breed me like this,” she whimpered, her voice breaking with pleasure.

Some nights are nicer than others. I round the corner and there she is—the little redhead—naked with her arms stretched over her head. The vampire demonstrates some sort of rope bondage thing, using the redhead sub as his model. Her white robe pooled at her feet, she obeys with a calm, almost blissed out expression. There’s a smattering of freckles on her arms and shoulders. Her chest rises and falls with deep even breaths as the rope constricts her chest. Her eyelashes flutter. The vampire finishes the demonstration and unties the girl, directing her to put away the rope and sending her off with a smack on her ass. A growl lodges in my throat. Fuck, I’ve been standing here staring for far t

I won’t ask Blake for help. She shakes her head, frozen, as the other man throws a jab. I duck, my patience thinning. “I don’t give second warnings.” He swings again. The fragile thread of my control snaps. I strike his throat, watching him drop, gasping. Grabbing his shoulders, I bring my knee up, shattering his nose. Blood sprays, a sick contrast against the bright green walls. Rage fuels me. I think of what he planned to do to Sandra. My foot slams into his stomach. He curls up, and I kick him again. Bones crunch. Blood pools. My anger deepens, and I don’t stop.