Novel & Cerita Spank 101

I could feel his rod poking into my stomach, and I realized that he, too, was aroused. I heard the sharp intake of his breath and felt one of his hands on my back, holding me in place. His other hand rubbed my bottom in a circular motion. I was starting to relax; it felt nice. Then it stopped and a stinging slap was smacked on to me. I jumped and gasped. “No, Tova,” he said, gently. “When I am spanking you, you are not allowed to move or to make a noise. If you do, I start over.”

I did my best to cover my breasts and then laid on his lap, my flushed face against the bed, my ass up. He caressed and kneaded my bottom, which earned him a few muffled moans, before telling me, “Take your punishment like a good girl and I might reward you after.” I let out a noncommittal sound in response. “You’ll be getting 10 spanks. You need to count and thank me after each one. If you fail to count, I’ll start over. Is that clear?” “Yes, alpha,” I squeaked out my response. And thus, my punishment began.

“Like I said, this is your first punishment. So, I will keep it light, it will just be a preview of what you are going to experience next time you misbehave. I am going to spank you twelve times with my hand, four for the mess you left in my kitchen, four for not setting the table and another four because you didn't think about your professional training as I asked you to do. Understood?” “Yes, sir.” I mumbled. “I will do the first six and then pull your boxers down for the remaining six. I am going to count for you now, but next time, you will have to do it yourself.” He said before his hand left my backside and came back with force on my left ass. Fuck, that stings. “One,” he counted, care

I was just used to getting spanked, and yelping to it was instinctive. “Pah!" “Aah, Two…aah, three..aah, four…" The spanking started slowly, nothing harsh or painful. He would spank me, then gently rub my butt cheeks. But gradually, it became stingy. When I counted to ten, the pacing changed instantly. It became faster and harsher. I was yelping and couldn't keep up with the count anymore.

She stretches out, her arms dangling over the chair arm, and I settle her firmly where I intend her to be. “This isn’t anger,” I tell her, my voice low and even. “This is instruction.” She nods, breath shallow, the reality of what’s coming settling into her body before it reaches her mind. My hand rests on the small of her back, a silent promise of the discipline she craves, as the first spank lands with a crisp, echoing slap against her curved bottom. The impact sends a jolt through her body, a mix of sting and heat that makes her gasp. Again and again, my large hand meets her ass, teaching rather than punishing.

“Exactly. And do you know the rules of this punishment?” Lennon shook his head. “Use your words.” Damien’s voice boomed, sending chills down Lennon’s spine. “No.” Damien traced the crack of his ass, sending goosebumps across his skin. “Well they’re quite simple. Because it’s the first time you’ve done something that stupid, I’ll only spank you ten times. You are to count each one loudly, and when you miss or mistake the numbers, I start afresh. It’s that simple.”

If this is how the triplets want to be with me, I don't think I would ever go back to my coven. "I'm going to give you ten spanks. You're going to count them aloud, without missing a number. If you do miss, we're going to start all over again. Is that clear?" I nodded my head eagerly, clenching my thighs together and squirming on his lap. Smack! I whined, not expecting it. "Use your words, baby girl. Is that clear?" Tears welled up in my eyes as I answered quietly, "Yes, sir,"

"Over my knee, little girl. Now." My hands trembled as I positioned myself across his lap, my bare bottom exposed. His hand rested on my lower back, holding me in place. "Ten spanks," he said, his voice low and firm. "Count them for me." The first spank came down on my right cheek, sharp and stinging. "One," I gasped. "Good girl," he praised, his hand rubbing the spot he'd just struck. The second spank landed on my left cheek, equally sharp. "Two," I managed to say, my body already responding to the mixture of pain and pleasure.

I opened my legs wider. "Five spanks for coming late and five spanks for not following my order. You will count, okay?" Only the word 'spank' turns me on. I'm hell ready for the spanking. "Now count." His palm landed on my butts. "One, Master." He's fondling my hips. "Good Girl." Smack. "Two." Smack. I jumped, he spanked me harder this time. "Thre," he cut me off with another spank. My butts are burning and my core is dripping wet.

To my stepdad. “Last chance to behave, Kaylee,” he warned, voice thick. I wiggled my hips, deliberately rubbing against the massive erection straining his sweatpants. “Make me.” His hand came down with a sharp crack. The first spank landed hard on my right cheek, the sting blooming hot and instant. I yelped, more from shock than pain, but the sound that followed was pure, needy moan. “One,” I gasped, already breathless. Another smack—left cheek this time, harder. Heat spread across my skin.