Redhead Spanking Novels & Stories

Together, they began to bob their heads in unison, their wet mouths sliding up and down my throbbing length. “Ahh, that’s it… suck my dick like the good little whores you are,” I grunt, my fingers tangling in the redhead’s hair as I guide her pace. “Take it all, deepthroats…” My breath hitched, my wolf clawing at the edges of my control. I wanted to lose myself in the moment, but I didn’t. Not yet. I leaned back in the chair, my eyes narrowing slightly as the redhead straddled my lap. Her fiery hair cascaded over her shoulders, her lips trailing teasingly close to my neck. The brunette lingered at my side, her hands gliding over my chest with deliberate slowness.

Her dark eyes flitted to the red head and she growled deeply, causing the red head to spring up to her feet. “Get out!” she spat out and without hesitation, the redhead packed up her clothes and sprang out into the hallway, not bothering to cover up. What’s a bit of nudity if covering up would cost her life? I chuckled to myself and I leaned my back on my seat, my eyes lazily laid on Brittany and I almost rolled my eyes at her antics. But I was indeed curious why she was fuming so badly; her wolf was already on the surface. “Talk.”

In one brutal twist he yanked my thighs apart, flipped me mid-air like I weighed nothing, and slammed my stomach down over his shoulder. My wet tits slapped against his back. Water dripped everywhere. My ass was up, exposed, black-veined thighs spread wide. “Time for your spanking, Red,” he purred, voice wrecked from the choke but dripping with delight. The first smack landed, open palm, full force and right across both cheeks. The sound cracked hard and pain exploded, bright and hot, whip marks from earlier screaming in protest. “Motherfucker!” I snarled, bucking wildly, nails raking down his back through his shirt. “Let me go, you twisted piece of shit!”

My fingers pushed the vibrator relentlessly against her clit, anchoring her legs wide open in the air, while Eros’s heavy slaps and teeth on her neck kept her whimpering in a frantic, desperate rhythm. The redhead's entire frame convulsed violently against the ropes. She let out a ragged, agonizing scream and came hard against the vibrator, pouring her slick wetness over the device. I clicked the power off and let out a dark, low chuckle, staring down at her sweat-drenched face. "Look at this... A completely broken whore," I growled. I gripped the fabric of her crimson panties with both hands and yanked with brute force. The lace ripped straight down the middle with a sharp tear, exposing he

They unlocked our cell and slowly opened the cell door. Both Ayla and I took a step backward when they started entering our cell. Ayla yells when the man with a scar on his face yanked her out of the cell. When my eyes darted to Mama Melly, I gritted my teeth because I saw how the man with the mohawk hair manhandles her. He then covered her mouth with a cloth to keep her from speaking. "Oh, you coward! You'll pay for this with your lives," Ayla spits angrily, but the man doesn't seem to care, and instead, he pulls Ayla's hair and slaps her hard on the face, causing her to fall to the ground.

He grabbed my hair, dragging my head back until my spine arched, forcing me to look toward the ceiling as he drove into me. “Yeah, that’s it,” he said. “Make those sounds for me.” I could feel my thighs burning, the wave approaching. “You’re close,” he muttered. “Yes..don’t stop...” He didn’t. If anything, he went harder, pulling my head back with one hand while spanking me with the other, until my voice broke into helpless moans. “Come for me, Dana.” The command broke me and I came with a cry, my body locking around him, shaking so hard my arms almost gave out. But he didn’t stop. He kept thrusting in urgently, until he pulled out and spun me onto my back again.

Where she stealthily clicked an icon and then turned off the monitor. Turning back to her father, Heather stretched out across his lap, her legs spread wide in anticipation. She eased her hand between them as she got comfortable, resting her palm on his stiffness. Harold was in absolute heaven. He toyed with her butt, before starting his careful ritual. A pattern of firm smacks and caresses began, pinking up her cheeks, and warming her up. His blows fell with more accuracy, cheek-cheek-thigh-thigh-crotch, while his baby girl twitched and squirmed beneath him. After several minutes of continued spanking, with her cheeks bright red, the pretense of punishment was abandoned. He proceeded to get

He ordered her in his dominating tone but when she didn't respond anything, he pulled her hair a little harshly. "Do you understand me?" He asked her roughly. "Yes-s!" She stuttered and he left her hair. His hand came in contact with her butt harshly and she screamed in pain. "One!" She breathed out after a few seconds of the spank then again he spanked her but this time, it was harsher. "Two!" She said, crying a little in pain and it kept going on and on until he spanked her thirty times, she was crying very hard by then.

Her clit throbbed visibly after each hit. “Stand up. Bend over the bench. Hands flat. Legs wide.” She scrambled to obey. Bent at the waist. Palms planted on the padded bench. Ass high. Thighs spread. Pussy exposed and dripping down the inside of her legs. I didn’t tease. I just started spanking her bare ass. Full strength. Left cheek. Right cheek. Over and over. The sound cracked through the room like whips. Her skin turned from pale to bright pink to deep angry red in minutes.

When the floor show ended, another man took a woman over his knee and spanked her where he sat. It was a type of spanking Tara had never seen. It wasn’t rushed or done in anger. He would slap her butt cheeks and then rub the red spots that formed with a firm hand. She’d cry out and counted each slap. Moaning in delight as he caressed her intimately. She was panting and begging for more. Thrusting her bum up begging for another slap. It was so intimate that Tara had to look away when his hand disappeared between her bare thighs, and she began cooing in delight and thrusting her hips against his hand.