Redhead Spanking Novels & Stories

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.

“Redhead. He brought her here twice. The second time he had her in the chair downstairs with the ankle restraints and the spreader bar. He used the electric wand on her clit until she screamed and then he fucked her throat while she was still shaking. She came so hard she cried. He filmed the whole thing from three angles. I watched that one with a vibrator on my clit and two fingers in my ass. I came when he did, when he pulled out and painted her face.” My rhythm turned brutal. The bedframe protested. Elena’s voice broke into moans between the words, but she didn’t stop. “There’s more. Men too. One of them was younger than you. Your father made him crawl. Made him beg. Made him eat the cum

"Red is like black, but with anal consent assumed as well as consent for impact play, bondage, gangbangs and degradation." "Impact play? Degradation?" I asked with a tilt of my head. "Pretty much anything goes," she replied with a smile knowing I was judging her by the fact that she wore a red collar with pride. "I know you like being spanked. Naomi told me. But you could be flogged, whipped, caned, cropped or other things the guys dream up. As for the degradation, some are verbal, but much worse than Jerome gave you." A fresh gush of juice flooded my pussy. "Some are physical, like writing on your body, attaching a leash to your collar and having you crawl around the party sucking cocks, Wa

Pushing my hand into the cupboard, I pick out my hairbrush and pulling her over my knees, she doesn't expect the blows I start landing on her butt. London cries out softly, and I stop. "When do I stop?" I ask her gently, but my voice comes out in a harsh way. "When... You fuck offf," she states and I spank her six times, sharing the blows on each butt. "Wrong anger, try again," I warn and pushing my finger on her clit, I rub it fiercely. London cries out softly, rubbing her pussy on my thigh. This time, I let her have small respite before I call her out on it, spanking her some more.

Alexander growled, bringing down his rough hand heavily before hitting on the soft, naked ass cheek of the Siren hard, spanking his round little ass with a loud roar, imprinting it with his palm, turning it red… “Slap” The Siren twitched his red swollen naked ass and winced at the punishing spank. “Daddy” The Siren cried out obeying Alexander's command obediently. Without giving him a second to adjust, Alexander reached down his dark fingers with a ruthless grip to grab the siren by his damp long purple and tangled hair, jerking his head back at a sharp, punishing, uncompromising angle, Alexander looked at him sinisterly.

Unfortunately, she starts to moan with time and moves one hand to caress her pussy, but I smack it off. Karen moans out loud while I spank her ass raw. It is so bright red that she will struggle to walk or sit for a few days. I can’t focus on what I am doing. I keep ramming into her while she moans and cries at the same time as my hand meets her flash on another strong smack.

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.