Severe Spanking Stories Novels & Stories

In the courtroom, Hannah Wright stared at me stubbornly, as if she were delicate yet resilient. She said with extreme anguish and pain, "When I was a child, my mother bought Rodney a big bag of mangoes. I was eyeing them greedily and took one, but before I could even take a bite out of it, she slapped me across the face. "Later, she made me kneel at the doorway for two hours until my legs were black and blue, yet she still wasn't satisfied. She even stripped my clothes off in front of everyone and whipped me, forcing me to admit that I was wrong.

“You have blood on your hands too! You ran off with that vixen! And you left me with no money! I had no choice but to push Bella! You’re the one who drove me to it!” Dad pulled a piece of paper from his pocket. “What vixen? What illegitimate child?” He slammed the paper against the wall. “This is my medical report. Severe azoospermia. Apart from Ray and Bella, I simply cannot have any more children!” Mom froze in her tracks. Dad pointed at her. “We divorced because you kept beating Ray! I tried to stop you and you slashed at me with a kitchen knife! When I took Ray away, you threatened me with Bella! You said that if I took him, you’d drag Bella with you and jump off the building!”

He wasn't just spanking me, he was hitting me with all the force bestowed on him, proving a point that I was his to deal with as he pleased. “Two.” This time, tears began pouring freely from my eyes, but he didn’t seem fazed by the idea of me crying and whimpering in pain. He delivered 5 more spanks, waiting patiently for me to count while rubbing the abused skin of my ass as though he was spreading the sparks of pain throughout, forcing me to feel the stabs and pricks of it. He slapped me yet again and this time, I swear my whole rear went numb. If this was a scene in a TV drama, a very amazing soundtrack would accompany this part because if he continued, it would be straight-out delivering

“Fuck me, Jake. Fill Mommy’s cunt while I keep eating my baby girl.” Jake didn’t hesitate. He gripped her wide hips and slammed into her in one brutal thrust. Sarah cried out into my pussy as he bottomed out, balls-deep. The force pushed her face harder against me. He started pounding her immediately—hard, deep strokes that made her heavy tits swing and slap together.

"Let Janine out, Mom! She has asthma. Let her out and we can talk things out." My mother grunted. "It doesn't matter if she has asthma. She won't die just because I put her in a coffin. I'm an education expert. What can go wrong with disciplining a child? It's your sister's duty to serve as a cautionary tale for you. Tell me now. Will you dare do it again?!" Yes, I was used as teaching material to discipline Joe. This had been my duty since I was born. When Joe stayed up all night playing video games, my mother would turn on the light at the highest voltage and audio with the highest decibel for me. I was tortured for three days and three nights without rest, breaking me down mentally and pu

“Yes please.” Another hard spank and I cried out in pain. “Yes, what?” He asked firmly. “Yes sir, please.” He hummed in response. “You did well, baby but I'm not done just yet.” I felt like I couldn't take it anymore. I was getting tired and sore from the intense spanking. He didn't listen to my pleas, only flipped me over again, and to my surprise, took off the cuffs on my ankles. The ones on my wrists he released, only to lock my hands behind my back instead.

He spanked me again, harder, the sound echoing through the studio. “You were warned, Lara,” he snarled, spanking me repeatedly. *CRACK. CRACK. CRACK.* Each brutal slap made my ass jiggle and burn. “I told you not to touch yourself. Now look at you — bent over like a cheap whore in front of my actors, your slutty little cunt dripping all over the floor.” The couple was completely frozen, watching wide-eyed as my stepfather spanked my bare ass mercilessly. The humiliation was overwhelming… and it made me cum harder than I ever had in my life.

My force was increasing each time, making her cry harder. “I was grinding on a man.” This time I spanked her with all my strength, remembering the scene which boiled my mind. She started crying terribly, but I won't be showing mercy anytime soon. I will make sure tonight gets imprinted on her mind forever. “I let him touch me.” I was going insane every passing second and my hands were not ready to stop. “And at last, I disrespected you.” After that, I kept spanking her roughly at a maddening speed, ignoring her cry.

Being treated like a sex doll for a flaccid prick, and being discarded and ignored by my cousin, had messed with my psyche… or maybe it had actually put the loose screws in my brain in the right place. Alpha Stephen had not bowed to any of my demands. When I had asked him to spank me, he had told me his arms were tired and had ordered five of his best guards to take turns spanking me since I liked pain. They had used all their strength to spank my poor bottom, and I hadn’t been able to sit without a doughnut cushion for a whole week. When I had complained to him to tell his men to stop, he had laughed and said, “Oh, you want it harder, you say?”

I told him how every time someone in the group got hit I could feel their pain. After six weeks of calling me a liar he suddenly decided it was time for me to receive punishment for my failure. That first punishment he hit me fourteen times with a belt with my clothes on. After three weeks of him doing this I refused to report to him. I told my parents that he was spanking me for failing warrior training. Even they were shocked and promised to speak with him.