Spanked And Diapered の小説・ストーリー

She felt absurdly vulnerable to be underneath his bare body in just a baggy sweatshirt and bra. “You need to stop this nonsense, Mia.” His hand collided firmly with her buttocks. She flinched at the sharp spank. “How dare you? I’m not a child.” Her position and the bedding muffled the words, but they still carried a strong note of outrage. “You’re behaving like a child.” He spanked her again and again. “I guess that makes you a pedophile then?” She tossed out the

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.

I moan and squirm as he handles me. “Do you want to fuck me?” I ask. He opens his eyes and swats my bare bottom. “I told you how I feel about that language,” he says. “Do you want to fuck me?” I ask again. He turns me around. He pushes me against the wall of the shower. “You need discipline,” he says. His hard cock is pressing against me. He begins spanking my bottom hard. It feels so good. I am going to be a brat from now on. I cannot help but moan as he swats my ass over and over.

Every one of his words was followed by a spank and this time he was spanking both my ass cheeks. "Tell me to spank you, tell me you love oh shit...tell me you like it when I spank you." "Daddy!!! Hmmmm!!! I love it when you spank me! Yes!!! I love it when you spank me. Please spank... fuck!!!! Spank your little doll hard." My pleasure was reaching its peak, I was going to cum from being spanked.

I yelped up in pain as the sting of his palm connected through the leather of the skirt I had on. He held me there over his knee. The spanks kept coming. They were a mix of pain with a thrill that when he got to twenty, I'm sure my ass was red and sore. After the twenty count, he alternated between rubbing it gently and spanking it again. The material of the skirt, just made the entire thing, much more consuming. But he didn't stop, he kept going till Fifty and when he was done, he raised me up and it stung. What I feel is a mixture of pain and pleasure, but the spanks had clearly not let out all his anger because he was still mad, mad.

"You don't need to ask baby, you asked for it and I'll give it to you. Now time for your punishment." "But i... " "Shhhhh... you disobeyed and you're getting punished." I flipped her over and she moaned, brought her left hand to her back and tied it to her left leg, and did same to her right with another pillowcase. *Spank* "When I tell you hold on, you fucking do as i say. Is that taken?" *Spank* "Oh goddess, yes." *Spank* "Yes what?" *Spank* "Yes daddy," she moaned.

“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.

*Spank* "ahhhhhhhh" *Spank* "ahhhhhhhh" *Spank* "ahhhhhhhh" *Spank* "ahhhhhhhh" *Spank* "ahhhhhhhh" *Spank* "ahhhhhhhh" *Spank* "ahhhhhhhh" *Spank* "ahhhhhhhh" " Please ji leave me .....I am sorry ...it's paining a lot...." She said all this with cry voice and fearfully Her both the buttcheeks are red now like blood....

She was wearing the black thongs he had got her while shopping for some clothes for her. He began spanking her one after the other. Ayra bit her lip to control the moan that was about to escape her lips. His grunts and her muffled moan filled the room. “You will never leave this place,” Spank! “You will always be by my side,” Spank! “You are mine,” Spank! This time she moaned loudly due to pain and pleasure. By the time he was done, her ass cheeks were red due to all the spanking. Ayra was dripping wet. All the spanking only turned her on. She was embarrassed that she reacted this way to his touch. Heck, she didn’t even know why she let him touch her in the first place.

It was quite clear that he was definitely enjoying my ordeal. "How many spanks do you think would suffice for these mistakes?" He asked. "I am not a kid that you will spank," I retaliated. "You are everything that I want you to be," he shot back, his words dripping with possessiveness, "and be glad that I am leaving you just by spanking." What a joke! "I believe five spanks for each mistake should suffice to start," His hand pressed against my buttock, a chilling sensation that sent shivers down my spine. "Now, count for me."