Schoolgirl Spanking Novels & Stories

"See, sir?" "It's not my fault," Sabrina pouted. "My panties got all soaked through during the lesson, sir." "You mean while you were daydreaming?" you asked, playing along. "That makes three infractions, Sabrina. Daydreaming in class, improper uniform and inappropriate actions in the school bathroom. What are we going to do with you?" ******** "I think she needs a proper spanking, sir," Gemma said. "My momma always said the only way to turn a bad girl good was to not spare the rod."

My skirt flipped up, exposing my bare ass and already dripping pussy. “Count them,” he ordered. The first hard slap landed on my right cheek. I gasped, the sting blooming into heat. “One…” He spanked me again, harder, alternating cheeks until my ass glowed bright red and I was squirming, moaning on his lap. By the tenth spank, my pussy was soaked, juices running down my thighs. “Look at this messy little cunt,” Victor growled, sliding two thick fingers through my folds. “Soaking my pants while I punish you. What a filthy stepdaughter.”

I smiled as I raised my hand and began the spanking. I put enough force into the spanks to make her gasp in shock at the sting but not enough to actually hurt. To her credit, she only jumped and gasped at the first surprise spank and was able to call out all ten spanks. By the tenth spank, her little ass cheeks were pink and she was squirming on my lap. I then began to gently massage her ass cheeks causing Cindy to moan softly.

She hoped it would never stop. “Madame,” her teacher corrected sternly, delivering another scorching slap that made Nia bite down hard on her own arm to stifle a cry. “Madame,” Nia repeated obediently, voice trembling. When the spanking paused, she whispered again, “Please?” The baton returned between her spread thighs, tracing the soaked gusset of her thong with torturous precision. Every time the thin wood pressed against her aching center or brushed her asshole, Nia’s hips twitched involuntarily. She was embarrassingly wet, and she knew Madame Laurent could tell.

Jasmine lie over his lap for her spanking. “Open your legs.”He ordered.”As wide as you can.” She gulped and did as he said. He pulled his hand back and slapped her hard between her legs. She howled and instinctively closed the gap between her thighs. “Open up.”He said,softly.”The sooner you do as you’re told,the soon this will be over.” She was shaking and dreading the next blow but she opened her legs. He hit her again and she squealed but she forced herself not to close her legs.

And now she’s so energetic and eager to see him shower. She winced in pain as soon as the cool marble hit her butt. She got down and looked back in the mirror only to see a big red patch on her butt. The result of his spanking. Ralph who came to kick her out stopped in front of her looking at her bruised butt. Isn’t that his masterpiece? “Look Ralph, no more spanking” Klara yelled pointing her finger at him and poked his chest continuously uttering each word with more intensity. She didn’t feel pain earlier on bed as it is soft but now the hard and cold marble gave her mini electric shock.

I took my hands to her right butt cheek and caressed it softly. "Your mother, she too defiled me in a way that hurt so much, but as for you.. " I raised my hand in the air and slapped her butt so hard that it turned red in an instant. Claire whimpered softly, trying her best to keep calm. "I won't let you do the same to me" I sneered and hit the other cheek. A painful gasp escaped her lips as her toe nails curled in pains. I didn't care to know how painful spanking her this way would be to her, she asked for it and I'm only returning the favor.

He started spanking her, saying, "Lara, do you know why I'm spanking you?" "Because I didn't follow your instructions, Master." She cried out in pain as he constantly spanked her. "After getting spanked in front of my friends, you will learn your lesson." An evil smile spread across his face. He is a sadist person. "I'm sorry, Master." As she again apologized, he stopped and pulled up her undies. "You may stand up now." He ordered her and she stood up. "I'm really sorry, Master. I'll follow your instructions now." She apologised, meekly bowing her head down.

"I thought it looked more natural." Mom Grace immediately defended him. "He's still learning. Don't be too strict." "Mom, he's been learning for two years." Caspar smiled and lifted the camera again. "Then one more. Give your student a retake?" He made me laugh, and I pulled Mom Grace back into place. Sunlight fell over us, warm, ordinary, and real. Later, I occasionally heard news about Luca. Two years ago, he had been in a serious crash on his way to the airport. The Morettis sealed every detail and only said he needed long-term treatment.

SMACK! I sobbed, legs shaking as he kept spanking my sensitive pussy until it turned bright red and throbbed with heat. “Cry all you want,” he growled. “This is what happens when you act like a bitch in my school.” He suddenly put me down and make me turn to the desk and then he lifted me into a wheelbarrow position — holding my legs up high and wide while my upper body rested on the desk, face down. My ass and pussy were completely exposed and vulnerable.