Sex And Spanking Stories นิยาย & เรื่องราว

they left the woman stuttering and stammering in the middle of the coffee shop and Rin whispered in her ear, “you are in trouble topolina for egging her on.” She giggled, “I couldn’t help myself or at least until she kept touching you. Consent works both ways. You don’t put hands upon someone who doesn’t like it.” “I agree, which is why when I spank you soon for being such an instigator, I will consider the way you pushed her off me as partial payment.” “You’re really going to give me spankings? “It might even be multiple ones with multiple devices. My hand, a paddle, the riding crop. I may even tie you down for them.” He was full on teasing her now as they left the coffee shop and headed to

Samuel’s fingers were clenched on a fold of her counterpane, his head buried in the folds of white cotton. When she began spanking him again, this time on his virgin cheek, he gave a whimpering cry of eagerness. She laid to with a will, plying him with the back of the brush until both buttocks glowed a deep peony red. Her knees felt quite weak with the flooding feeling of power and excitement. As she moved, the swollen folds of her quim rubbed slickly together. A pulsing beat seemed to penetrate deep inside her. ‘How does that feel, Sammy?’ she said huskily. ‘Have you been punished enough?’

Having no choice, my body stretches to try and accommodate his size. "You are going to come on my cock, sweetheart, and you are going to scream my name when you do it." "You have to tell me when it's too much." He pleads against my ears. "It's never too much," I whisper back. "With you, I can easily lose control, Xyana. So, tell me." He repeats, spanking my ass. I'm about to finally respond in the affirmative, but my lips shut up when he pummels me to the point that I can’t even hold my own weight with my palms.

Not until I felt a hot slap at the left side of my butt cheek causing me to shriek “Stop it, fuck you!” I swore at him and he hummed, “You do need to be punished better and in a secluded place,” he slapped my butt again and again. Why was it hot? Why does spanking make me wetter than I already am? Damn this man! I wanted to push him away, yet I didn't want to leave his presence. His touch, his cologne, his deep blue eyes that looked deep into my soul, his lips and tongue that drove me totally crazy wouldn't let me push him away.

She was looking over my shoulder at the same wall and reading some of them softly under her breath. “Hmmm, look at this one,” I said. “This person seems to have described our date last week in perfect detail.” It was a story about a woman who liked to be spanked and punished. “I like this one,” Carrie said, pointing to another. “I really think we should try and work this one into our next date.” The story was about a couple who arranged to act like strangers and meet up at a trashy bar and pick each other up. There were long descriptions about them fucking in the back of the bar as the guys playing pool watched and stroked their cues.

“Three… Ah...” Emma made sure each spank was heavier than the previous. “Six!” Isabella couldn't help but scream. She could feel a rapturous sensation swirling in her lower stomach as Emma’s spank was driving her wild with need. “A…..seven.” “Eight..” As the count continued, Isabella found herself completely wet and horny. She was more aroused than she had ever been in her entire life. The spanks were a delicious pain, and Emma’s low growl and occasional moan turned it into a mouthwatering ache.

"That way you wouldn't pay much attention to it... Not that it makes it hurt any less, if anything it would have hurt for longer." He reasoned which Sean didn't seem to believe and tried to argue… ​"But—!" SPANK. Before he could speak his soft, fluffy, round ass cheek was met with the rough palm of Alexander. The sound was sharp and violent, a meaty crack that echoed off the red-tinted walls of the suite. Alexander didn’t just slap his ass. He put the full weight of his supernatural strength behind his open palm, slamming it squarely against the center of Sean’s tensed, muscular ass cheek and spanking it hard.

, Sir." I heard him moving behind me, then felt his hands securing my ankles to the bench legs. Then my wrists, stretched out in front of me. I was immobilized, ass in the air, utterly helpless. "Perfect," he murmured, his hand smoothing over my ass cheeks. "Tell me, princess, have you ever been spanked?" "No, Sir." "Then we'll start with my hand. Count them." The first smack landed on my right cheek—sharp, stinging, making me gasp. "One, Sir!" He spanked me methodically, alternating cheeks, building heat with each strike. By ten, I was squirming. By fifteen, I was whimpering. By twenty, I was sobbing—but not from pain. From something else. Something that felt like release. "Color?" he deman

He speeds up, hips snapping, balls slapping my ass, the wet sound echoing off the concrete walls. I come hard, squirting all over his abs, screaming his name. He doesn’t stop. He flips me again—prone-bone on the lift, my tits crushed against cold steel, ass up. He mounts me like an animal, one hand fisting my hair, the other spanking me red. “Count the nights,” he growls, slamming in. “One—fuck—two—three—harder—four—” Every number earns a brutal thrust until I lose count and just sob.

If they felt like doing something, they just did it, to hell with the consequences. Lowering her arms to the table, she kept staring at the numbers, remembering the laughter, the drunken parties, the car sex they would have. God, Nick was as rough and dominating with the way he had sex as he lived his life. He took it, not caring if he hurt her in the process. Her pussy ached for days afterward, as did other parts of her body. He was rough with every part of her. So was Edwin. Spanking her. Bondage. Nipple clamps. God, they did it all to her. Glen couldn't even talk dirty to her while they fucked. She missed the roughness.