Severe Spanking Stories Novels & Stories

The second one stung, and Daddy let out a grunt that sent flutters rippling through me. “I can’t believe I’m having to spank a grown woman,” he grunted upon striking me a third time. I yelped and clenched my bottom, feeling the heat begin to radiate out. His palm brushed along my flesh as he geared up for the fourth spanking. I lowered my head to the mattress below as he struck me again, the slap so loud it caused ringing in my ears. With the next few hits, my bottom burned more and more, my flesh feeling as though it had been lit on fire.

“You’re serious.” “Completely.” Smack, smack, smack. “You really think I’m going to let you…hit me?” “Not hit you. Spank you. Big difference. Losing your temper and throwing your boot at me proved you need to learn there are consequences for acting out against me.” Smack, smack, smack. “No. Way. You are fucking delusional.” The continual smack, smack, smack was wearing on her nerves. “I haven’t been spanked since I was about six years old.”

But before I can ask or complain that he was going so annoyingly slow, Dominik surprises me, when in one swift movement he separates one of his hands from my body and then drops it hard on one of my buttocks, spanking me. Very surprised, I let out a gasp of pain, while my body tenses and my legs tremble a little. In my whole life, my parents had never used physical punishment on me, so I had never received any spanking from anyone before, and the thought of being spanked was unthinkable to me. And although it had hurt quite a bit, it also felt like something strange, as it wasn't unpleasant, it just felt like something... Painful and hot on my skin. "You've been a very bad girl, Victoria," D

Yeah, yeah. I know you want to get to the part where I have sex with Jackson but it’s important that I go through things how they happen. I’ll be quick, though. See, that spanking is a really significant thing because it changes everything for me. I mean, sure, some of that has to do with the simple fact that I now understand there are consequences but that’s not the sum total. I mean, I also can just stop at any time.

"Eight." "Stop, stop, stop." My voice rose higher and higher until it became nothing but a helpless squeak. I was sobbing, gulping for air. When he struck my ass again, I thought I was going to die. "Ten strikes done..." he said. Oh God, fifteen more to go. I can’t survive this. "Please, I’m sorry. I’m so sorry, I’m really, really sorry." He didn't care and he didn't listen. He resumed, and this time it was continuous spanking across each butt cheek, moving from top to bottom. He barked the numbers in an eerily satisfying manner that sounded like he was satisfied with what he was doing.

I didn't know what he was preparing, but he was planning something. The moment his palm left my flesh, it hardened into a crack. Oh my God, he was about to spank me. "Wait! I beg you not to spank me!" "You brought this upon yourself, Mani." He replied He gave me a harsh spanking, despite my pleading with him to stop. His rough, painful palm cracked on my skin. His touch on my buttocks felt intimate. The sensation of his punishing palm made it even worse if I already thought I had upset him.

In that case, I guess you deserve thirty spanks,” he said and my eyes widened in shock. There was no way I could take thirty spanks again. The last time he did that, my ass cheeks were burning for days. I couldn't sit or sleep properly, and even simple tasks became impossible for me. I didn't want a return of that, so even though I feared him I tried to speak against it.

I tried resisting for a long time but it was much easier for him to hold me down with superhuman patience. “I had thought of 20 spanks but since you don't listen to me, it's been increased to 30 now!” I opened my eyes wide, at his weird ways of punishing me for something I’d never done...except paying the rent on time... “Don’t even think of yelling again...Shouting is useless, the bedroom is soundproof and if you try, I will go on spanking you endlessly, believe me!” he assured wickedly. “Now count,” he commanded. The quarter of an hour that followed was the longest of my life. Each blow burned like it was imprinted with fire and anything I said only prolonged the spanking until I started

KATALINA I went through the most excruciating pain of my life. When Huracio was spanking me, I thought I was going to die. The spanking started as almost harmless, and I thought he was being ridiculous. How could that be a punishment? He was just a creep, using me to have fun. I was embittered more than before. A few spanks later, I knew I was wrong. He wasn't being ridiculous, he was being diabolical.

- Repeat, he fumes, striking again. - Three, I will not say it, master, emphasizing the word master. Aren't you ashamed? You force yourself on a woman, forcing her to give you what is most precious to her. Do you never have remorse for what you put others through? You are despotic. You revolt me. He bursts out laughing. - I don't care what you think of me. Me, when I want something. He strikes, I count. - Four. He continues to spank my buttocks, and I continue to count until I reach 15 spanks. I cry, I'm in pain. He takes an ointment, which he rubs on my buttocks. Every time you sit down,