Severe Spanking Stories Novels & Stories

Tears of humiliation and pain streaming down my face ,I never thought I'd be in this situation just for one f"cking dinner ,I would have gone with him atleast it was better than being spanked by him ,he didn't show my any mercy this time he continued spanked me and I am helplessly counting with him Two sob left my mouth due to pain Th..three Fou..four I am wailing by now ,this is too much,I'll never forgive him for this Five Six Seven Eight Nine Ten He didn't stop even now max please st...stop it I can't take it *spank* breathe stuck in my throat ,he didn't even let me finish You didn't count this one ,count if you don't want me to start from one! And another spank eleven .. .. .. .. .. .. .

He laid me over his lap again while I tensed knowing what's coming I tensed, trying to contract my bum cheeks, but when the first slap landed, I screamed up, it hurt, but he kept spanking me, after the third one, I relaxed, I couldn't keep on tensing. "You would not leave anywhere without asking me first," he says, landing a painful smack, but he wasn't using his hand anymore, these hurt worse. "You would not lie to me," he says landing two slaps. "You would obey, even if I have to take you over my knees every day," he says smacking my bum over and over again with the same torture device he had in his hand.

A man I didn't know anything about, except his first name, was spanking me because my husband wanted him to. But thankfully Xavier seemed to only spank me with the sole purpose of fulfilling a command given by his Pakhan, not to hurt me or deliver pain. And yet, it still hurt because every time his rough palm came down on my arse, it touched the heated and bruised flesh left behind by the paddle my husband used on me. Tears dripped down my cheeks, more from the humiliation than the pain. But pain came too. Quickly. Deeply. And like a sinful caress, settling deep in my core as Kayne took his place to spank me next.

He told me to touch him I said where with tears in my eyes and he said if I don't he will spank me. I refuse at first and he hit me with his hands on my butt and I felt pains and felt weird at the same time. Look into my eyes Marco said, I will make you never disobey me, I was just crying profusely. Marco couldn't hear my pleas as he was too engrossed in melting out his punishment on me and neither could I plead again. My throat was hoarse and dry as a result of the multiple pleading. I could barely shout again but marco continued with his ruthless punishment with his continuous spanking with his rod hand.

I say and try to keep my tears at bay, but I can't. The spanking continued, and I liked it at first, but every time I stopped counting, he had to start all over again, and there was only a little my bum could bear. By the time I was able to count to 15 for each ass cheek without stopping. I had cried a rainfall in his room, and my ass hurt like hell.

It was quite clear that he was definitely enjoying my ordeal. "How many spanks do you think would suffice for these mistakes?" He asked. "I am not a kid that you will spank," I retaliated. "You are everything that I want you to be," he shot back, his words dripping with possessiveness, "and be glad that I am leaving you just by spanking." What a joke! "I believe five spanks for each mistake should suffice to start," His hand pressed against my buttock, a chilling sensation that sent shivers down my spine. "Now, count for me."

But I was no match to his strength. "What the hell are doing? Stop beating me, dammit!" SMACK! "Aagh!" "It's called spanking. My usual go-to is ten with the tawse or cane on bare ass, but for you, I would amend it a little. You will get five of my best with my bare hand and over the dress. Stop wriggling now," he told me in a smooth voice. Ten...five. What was he talking about? The jumbled thoughts were cut short when the third slap hit the fleshy-thigh on my left, harder than the previous two. The last two on alternate cheeks intensified pain and burn I hadn't experienced before.

He started to slap my bum again, I screamed right away, my bum was still sore, even after the lotion aftercare, he didn't smack me much, I only received five in total, but they were enough for me to cry. "I don't want to do this Calesti, I don't enjoy spanking you why are you acting out?" he asks me, but I don't believe him, he had me sitting up in his lap, the last place I want to be in. "You like hitting me, and it hurt," I accuse him with more tears going down my face. "I don't, and I've only spanked you," he says. "Nu, you hit me on the bum," I say, I know that's what spanking is, but I don't like it.

Each thrust of his fingers drove me over the edge, but just before I could reel over the edge, he pulled away, leaving me empty and writhing for a release. I cried, thrashing on the seat. “Please daddy, I need to-“ “You can, and you will. Until I decide that you’ve earned it.” Adrian dragged me across the seat, manhandling me until I was on my knees, face pressed against the leather and ass high. The gown slipped down to the my waist, exposing everything. I heard the sound of his zipper, the metallic click of his belt unfastening. Fear and hunger muddled in my mind as he spanked me once and the sting shot across my ass. My gasped echoed in the car.

"Good girl. You will receive a spanking and count with me. I think fifteen should do. Now count loudly because I need to hear you over the TV." SMACK! I felt like I was going to jump out of my skin. That was one of the hardest smack I've recieved from him. There was no rubbing either, he just kept going until I started to count and that was the point I was allowed to count from, not any of the earlier spankings he had given me. My skin buzzed and burned. Noah knows how to make a spanking pleasurable or miserable and he was making sure I wouldn't forget this one. By the seventh spank I was crying.