Severe Spanking Stories Novels & Stories

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.

I brought my hand down on her ass, hard, very hard, and she gasped sharply while struggling harder to break free. “I’m sorry… I’m sorry… I’m sorry…” she let pleading hysterically as I brought my hand down on the exact same spot, alternating between her two ass cheeks, hitting her over and over again, hitting her so hard that even my palms hurt me. Before I was done, she was a crying, quivering mess and she was begging me to stop, promising never to disobey my orders ever again. Her butt was sore, it was red and swollen and she continued sobbing loudly, even when I stopped spanking her.

“You will count to 20. Do it.” I was shaken. I couldn't believe what he was doing, but when he spanked me again, I understood, so I counted. “One,” I said and felt the hardest smack. “This is for being stubborn,” Alessandro said. “Two,” I said with a gasp. “This is for lying to me,” Alessandro said. “Three,” I said with ardor. “This is for not believing,” Alessandro said briskly. For every stroke, he mentioned something to me, and each and every sentence was related to my reluctance. I didn't know at what point I felt released and started to cry. Alessandro stopped spanking me, then he hugged me very carefully and kissed me.

She was just stuck for half an hour, and they were acting like they were about to be separated forever. But when Xander grabbed my hair and stuffed me into the luggage bag, I finally realized that while they were showing off their love, this incident spelled disaster for me. “Do you know what you’ve done?! Grace has claustrophobia, and you nearly killed her! Even if we manage to save her, she’ll be traumatized for life! “Susan, I’m going to make you understand that you have no right to do whatever you want just because you’re my wife. If you don’t apologize, you’re not coming out!”

The crack echoed in the small room. "One." He hit again, spanking me on the Other cheek. "Two." Again he slammed me Harder. "Three." My skin was on fire. My pussy was dripping down my thighs. "You like it when your boss spanks you?" "Yes." "You like it when I hurt you?" "Yes." "Dirty fucking whore." He hit me again. Four. Five. Six. I lost count… I stopped counting. I just took it. My ass was raw. My cunt was aching.

I flinched and rose to my feet, my hand raised to slap him for daring to touch me but he easily grabbed my hand and squeezed it hard enough to break my wrist, whirled me around and pushed my head down on the table, pinning my hand behind my back. I wriggled and struggled under his hold but let out a shocked gasp when a loud smack came down hard on my butt. And another. And another. He was spanking me... Right here, in front of my parents. It was hard. Painful. Humiliating. He didn't stop until my butt was throbbing and felt like it was on fire. "You don't want to play with me, Mia cara." He whispered into my ear but I growled, pissed, hurt, scared and embarrassed. "Go cry about it."

My mother, Sophie Nash, was also my homeroom teacher, and she loved nothing more than using me to assert her authority. She was convinced that the worse off I was, the more afraid my classmates would be, and the higher her authority would be. Once, when I passed an eraser to a classmate during class, she slapped me so hard across the face in front of the whole class that my face swelled up. Another time, after I secretly ate a crumb of a classmate’s snack during recess, my mom dragged me up to the front of the classroom and pricked my lip with a needle until blood gushed out. Later, when a classmate was caught by the vice principal for having a romantic relationship while underaged, my m

Not long after my wife and I got married, my mother-in-law unexpectedly had another child, a son. The entire family treated him like a miracle and let him get away with everything. Before long, he became an unbearable little monster. When he was ten, he pulled up a girl's skirt at school and yanked down her shorts. I confronted him about it, but my wife immediately turned on me. "He's my brother, not your son. What makes you think you have the right to discipline him?" I kept my anger to myself and moved out with our daughter, who had been growing more withdrawn by the day. Years later, the spoiled boy shoved a woman who was eight months pregnant down a flight of stairs. My wife calle

No! As his hand descended upon my bare bottom, striking from one side to the other, I felt humiliated, treated like a foolish child. "Stop!" "I won't stop until you learn your lesson. Lies will get you killed. How many times do I have to tell you that?" Trembling, I gripped the back of the couch as the spanking continued, each smack more intense than the last. Heat surged rapidly, the pain biting into me. He was furious, yet controlled, his entire body rigid. Whatever he had experienced or heard had pushed him to another realm of torment.

Reed finishes. “Yes, Sirs, I understand.” “Good, Oh and Baby girl, Do. Not. Cum.” They whisper in my ears in unison. The first thought I had was, how could someone cum by getting spanked? I remember my father spanking me once when I was four. Dawn and I had run off into the woods and wouldn’t answer our parents when they tried to link us and tell us to come home. Both my Dad and Alpha Sean had been so mad that when they found us both Dawn and I got three swats on the butt. I was so mad at my Dad, he had never spanked me before, and I could understand why they were so mad at us. I found out later that there had been rouges spotted on one of the borders and when we didn’t answer them they had