Novel & Cerita Short Shorts Lesbian Spanking Stories

Hot ropes lash across my face, my tongue, my tits—thick, endless, marking every inch of me. I moan, licking what I can reach, rubbing it into my skin like lotion. He’s still hard. “Ride me,” he demands, dropping to the creeper board and pulling me on top. I straddle him reverse, sink down slow, and start bouncing like my life depends on it—ass slapping his thighs, tits flying, head thrown back. “That’s it,” he groans, spanking me in rhythm. “Ride that dick like you’re paying rent on it.”

It started to do weird things to my system. We walked past the Jogging Grandma, who had just returned from her daily run. "Is that your girlfriend?" she whispered to me because apparently everyone in the building knew about three lesbians from Russia living in Apartment 2B having a girlfriend, except they didn't know which one. Trust me, I didn't know which one either. "No, she's everyone else's girlfriend," I whispered back. "She only drops by every now and then to let me do her work." We found Celie bending over on the counter. Why was she leaning like that?

“But you hesitated and that earned a punishment.” He sat on the leather couch and patted his lap, signaling me to come to him. I draped myself across his lap, my bare breasts pressing against the cool leather. His big hand smoothed over my cheeks once, almost gently, then a sharp sting that made me gasp. He spanked me again and again. By the tenth strike, I was squirming, thighs rubbing together, and embarrassingly wet. Damien’s cock strained hard against my stomach. His fingers dipped between my legs and stroked my soaked cunt.

look that said I was beautiful, I just couldn’t resist doing what he wanted. It satisfied something deep inside me. I wanted it. Needed it. Once he returned and had removed his vestments, he bent me over the desk. “I am going to spank you and I want you to count each hit, thank me for it, and ask for another. If you want me to stop say red. Is that clear?” “Yes, Father.” My clit was already swollen with anticipation. He seemed to notice this, too, so he went to his desk, pulled something out, and came back up behind me. I felt something hard pinch my clit. “Ow!” “The clothespin will stay there while I spank you.” “Yes Father,” I whimpered. It hurt and it felt so good at the same time. I fel

I pushed back, needy and shameless. He didn’t make me wait. He thrust in deep with one powerful stroke, stretching me open, filling me so completely I cried out. The angle was perfect brutal and deep. He gripped my hips hard enough to bruise and fucked me with relentless, punishing strokes that slapped skin against skin and made my breasts bounce against the leather. “Fuck, you’re dripping,” he groaned. “Even scared, you’re soaked for me.” One hand fisted in my hair, arching my back as he drove deeper. The other reached around to circle my clit with ruthless precision.

She squirmed; he pinned her hips with his free forearm, immovable. “Count them,” he ordered. “One,” she whispered. Louder. “One!” The spanking continued, ten, fifteen, twenty, until her voice cracked on the numbers and tears pricked her eyes. Not from pain alone. From the humiliation. From the shameful slickness gathering between her thighs, impossible to hide when his hand occasionally dipped lower, brushing the wet folds he found there. He paused at thirty. Fingers traced the hot welts, then slid between her legs, two thick digits pushing inside without warning. Elara moaned, low, involuntary. The hall heard it.

CONTENT WARNING: Intense spanking (100 strokes), full-body whipping (100 strokes), forced submission, pain play, rough sex, unexpected pleasure from submission. CHAPTER FIVE Lila was tied over a kind of horse, just wide enough that her body was supported, but each of her tits hung down either side of it. It was just long enough for her to rest her cheek on it, and her pussy was at the other end, at the perfect height for the guy behind her to step in and start fucking her pussy as soon as he was ready.

she gasped. He spanked her methodically—hard, deliberate slaps that turned her pale skin bright red. Each strike made her ass jiggle and sent sparks of heat straight to her pussy. By the tenth spank she was squirming and whimpering, but she was also soaked, her thighs slick with arousal. Alexander noticed. His fingers dipped between her legs, stroking her dripping folds. “Look at this greedy little cunt,” he murmured, voice thick with lust. “Dripping all over my lap while I punish you. You’ve been craving this, haven’t you? Craving Daddy’s firm hand.”

him and found herself pinned to the bed beneath his hard body, 'You, my little Wolf, really need to start following instructions, especially when your Alpha issues them.' He growled gripping her chin and kissing her passionately, Katya responded instantly her lips parting and giving him entry to claim her mouth but it was a clever ploy as soon as she let down her guard he pulled her up and over his knee. 'Lucas!'

When Cainan got back from the store with Daniel, he wanted to pick up where he had left off with Jasmin, but she had other ideas, and she asked if he had ever spanked any of his previous sexual partners before. Cainan of course was new to the whole idea, once or twice he had heard Laré go on about how Rogue had a thing for whips, ropes and spanking and he never put much mind to it, but when Jasmin suggested it to him last night, he couldn’t say no.