Spank 101 Novels & Stories

I said in a small voice, trying to regulate my suddenly rapid breathing, and sort out through my confusing emotions. “That’s exactly what I want you to think about while I help you learn your lesson through this punishment. Now, I want you to count out loud every time I spank you, and I don’t want you to slip up and miss a certain number or I will have to start all over again from the beginning. Can you do that?” he said firmly while he continued to seductively run his hands over my ass, making my core tighten and tingle in response to his erotic touches.

Cole snaps me back to attention with a question. “I’m going to give you ten hard spanks, Jacqueline,” he says. “After each spank, I want you to thank me and apologize for being a bad girl. If you forget either of those things, I’ll start again from zero. Understand?” I gulp, a small thrill going up my spine. The thought of having to thank Cole for each of my spanks is beyond degrading, but also insanely hot. I don’t know why I like this, but I do, and I’m tired of fighting against my body. I just want to give in to my urges. To pleasure.

He demands and I can't help bu pool at the authority in his voice. I do as he says and he proceeds to pull down my shorts. "I'm going to give you ten spankings because I've let you off too many times. That won't be happening anymore. You count each one and say thank you, daddy." He explains while rubbing and squeezing my butt cheeks. "Yes, daddy." I say and he hums in satisfaction. "You're safe word is red. Only use it if the pain is too much, if you feel uncomfortable or when you feel like I'm wrongfully punishing you." He says and we begin.

"I can't what? Speak up, sweetie. Are you here for my approval, or do you want another F?" "No!" she shook her head fervently. "No, you can... you can spank me. That's fine. So I, um... what do I do?" I ventured a thin smile. "Assume the position." "Yeah, but... what position? If you want me on your lap you'll have to sit down. Or do I just grab my ankles, or...? You have to throw me a bone, here, Mr. Canon." I let my displeasure show, and the effect was visibly chastening. "First things first, spanking is about punishment, and contrition. If I wanted sass, I'd have brought Taylor over. You have to want my approval more than her, don't you?"

"Six – please – harder –" He spanks me until I lose count. Until my ass is blazing red and hot to the touch and every slap sends shockwaves through my swollen clit and I'm cumming – cumming from the spanking alone, no clit contact, just the impact of his palm and the brutal depth of his cock and I gush onto the kitchen floor and he keeps going.

They are meanies. "Spankies? That's a bit too much, how about I make them go into a timeout, and if they do it again, I'll give her spankies," Zane says, I wanted to punish them, not just a timeout, I hate timeout, it's the worse, but they are big girls, timeout is easy for them.

His hand ghosted over the curve of her ass, and Sophia instinctively arched into his touch. "How many do you think you deserve?" Jake asked, his voice low and dangerous. Sophia's mind raced. She'd never been spanked before, had no idea what to expect. "I... I don't know, sir," she admitted. Jake hummed thoughtfully. "Let's start with ten. Count them out for me." Sophia nodded, gripping the edge of the table. "Yes, sir." The first smack caught her off guard, the sting sharper than she'd anticipated. "One!" she gasped, her knuckles turning white.

” “What about children?” “I don’t like telling parents how to raise their children but I also heavily discourage parents from engaging in physical punishment on their pups as raw emotions is when abuse tends to occur. It’s rare but the youngest I’ll supervise a spanking by the pup’s parent is eight and it’s only as a last resort. I often refer parents who want me to do the spanking to Julie for several months before I will agree to spank any pup under twelve. Thirteen and above is usually when I step in and take over discipline.

“It’s going to look even prettier with my marks on it.” “Ten spanks. You’re going to count them out loud. If it gets too much, you say ‘Yellow’ or ‘Red’. Understood?” “Yes, Sir,” I whisper, gripping his leg for balance. The first smack lands without warning – sharp, loud, and stinging. I jolt forward with a surprised gasp. “One,” I manage, voice higher than usual. He rubs the spot gently before delivering the second, harder this time. Heat blooms across my skin.

“When I am spanking you, you are not allowed to move or to make a noise. If you do, I start over.” I started to tremble. How many spanks was I going to get and would I be able to endure it? He went back to rubbing my bottom where he just spanked, and the sting was replaced with a deep heat. I realized I was even more wet than I was a moment before, and I wanted him to spank me again.