Severe Spanking Stories Novels & Stories

" Do you want to sit on my lap?" " Yeah, but not in front of everyone." His brother chuckled and kissed his forehead I guess he got a spanking ohh so embarrassing! Don't ask me how I know their conversation, I'm good at lip-reading So they really use spanking as a way to discipline " Did Dad give you a spanking before?" I asked Marco and Malik in a low tone Grandpa heard me and laughed, " Your father was a softy." " Our father is the greatest father ever." Malik and Marco said at the same time with the same frustration

“She gave me a mean look like I’d done something wrong. But I didn’t do anything wrong. In fact, she was the one in the wrong, so why did she treat me like that? “And you told me before that if someone treats me badly the first time we meet, they’re likely to become my enemy later on. And that I should eliminate that threat before they can hurt me.” Hearing this, my father’s expression twisted into something as foul as if he’d swallowed a pile of filth. Back when he pushed his strict parenting, he’d also drilled some pretty extreme business principles into me. Little did he know I’d not only memorized them, but also obediently put them into practice. As a result, Lara Powell, the woman who h

I felt a weird relief because the previous side was already hot and red from the continuous spanking. And on and on I counted, hoping he would stop anytime soon. With every new spank, my hands itched to touch the place he kept hitting, but I knew better. If I gave in to that urge, the consequences would only get worse. At some point, I lost count. I didn’t know if I was still on twenty or thirty—I just said numbers that followed. He didn’t correct me. He was probably enjoying every bit of it.

His swats were harder than Edith's and hurt a lot more making me struggle and begin to push with my feet against the floor to try and move away from my spanking. It was all Edith could do to hold me down across her lap, as she leaned on my back, while her husband spanked my sore ass. She finally told him to go get her hair brush and the lubricant, as I felt the spanking end, and I stopped my feet while Bill pulled my head up off of his lap by my hair while he stood up. The cheeks of my ass were burning as I felt Edith's hand caressing them as she told me more softly,

I took a decision that day, I took my life into my hands and walk on the path of success. "I didn't know you had an accident." I said softly. "It was better that way." He buttoned up. "Were you uh.. Spanked?" "No, at times spanking does not solve everything, it just help you to be more open, I wanted to lash you so bad, like 30 strokes but I change my mind. You weren't open, you weren't ready to listen, you didn't understand, you thought I was trying to control your life like some intruder, spanking might only make it worst, that was why I gave you ten strokes it help cool off your mind. At every point in life you must know what decision to take the hard way or the easy way. If I had spank y

He does not stop, spanking me harder and harder ignoring my screams of pain and shock until I bite down so hard on the inside of my cheek I taste blood. 'I will not let him see me cry. I will not let him see me cry.' I chant inside my head forcing myself to ignore the pain and go still. I stop fighting him, stop my struggling, letting my body go limp. I've been spanked before, when Killian did it, he got my so aroused the sex afterwards was amazing but this is not the same. He may be getting off on hurting me but he doesn't seem to realise he's taken it to far.

He brought his hand down on my ass, hard, very hard, and I gasped sharply while struggling harder to break free. “I’m sorry… I’m sorry… I’m sorry…” I continued pleading hysterically as he brought his hand down on the exact same spot, alternating between my two ass cheeks, hitting me over and over again, hitting me so hard that my ass went numb. I’m sure even his palm would be hurting. Before he was done, I was a crying, quivering mess. My voice quavered as continued to cry and beg him to stop, promising never to disobey his orders ever again. I’m pretty sure that my butt was sore, it was red and swollen and even when he stopped spanking, I still couldn’t stop crying.

I ordered, spanking her cheeks hard—left, right, alternating until they glowed crimson, the handprints blooming like brands. She complied with a whimper, pushing her ass higher, her face buried in the couch cushions. "Spank me more, Alexander—punish me for being late today, for making you wait!" she pleaded, her voice muffled but desperate. I smirked, the memory of her tardiness fueling my strikes. Each slap echoed like a gunshot, her skin jiggling, her cries growing louder. "Yes! Harder—make it sting! I'm sorry, sir—I'll never be late again!"

He tears the silky panties apart with his bare hands until my ass is on display. “No!” I gasp. It’s too late, a second later his hand comes down on one ass cheek. The pain is sharp and blinding. Holy crap, he wasn’t kidding. As bad as the spanking hurt before, this is much worse. “You do not tell me no. You do not tell me a fucking thing. Ten to each cheek. Count them off, Celia.” The words hit my skin almost as hard as he’s promising his hand will. I shake my head, that hand tightens in warning around my neck. “Count. Them. Off. Celia.” He growls.

Mom then sternly said, "Young lady, you are not paying attention to your punishment. I told you to count the spanks and you missed one. Now how many times did I spank your ass?" I was shocked and completely at a loss. I tried to think back, but could not pin point any missed spanks to my ass. I timidly answered back, "Nine, I think, mommy." Mom answered back reproachfully, "No, young lady, I delivered ten spanks to your poor little ass. I don't enjoy spanking your cute little ass until it glows red. I do this to teach you a lesson and you failed to learn the lesson. I will now start over, but this time I will give you twenty spanks and you will call them all out or we will keep going until y