Spanked And Diapered Stories Mga Nobela at Kwento

He rubs it back and forth between my folds before holding it up for Jory to see. “It looks like our girl likes to be spanked.” I can hear the grin in his voice. I feel Jory shift before I feel more fingers running through my slit. I squeeze my eyes closed, embarrassed that this punishment is turning me on. “Fuck yeah, she does!” Jory exclaims. I hear a slurping sound and realize that one or both are sucking my juices off their fingers, which embarrasses me even more. I feel their hold on me loosen, “Since you have been so good in taking your spankings, I’ll stop at sixteen. Just know, though, that I will not always be this lenient.” The room spins as Merrick sets me right side up.

Lying across the lap of the obvious master and being spanked. There were photos of handcuffs, collars, things identified as floggers of all kinds, something called a spanking bench. And on. And on. Until Shannon didn't think her eyes could open any wider. Other pictures weren't sexual at all, but showed men tenderly feeding their subs, caring for them, and inexplicably those stimulated her just as much. The thing she couldn't get out of her mind was the blissful expression on each woman's face, the ultimate satisfaction.

They get me face down across their laps, my chest laying over Frank's legs, my hip and legs bent over Shane's legs. I squirm and struggle screaming, "LET ME GO LET ME GO." but they hold me down tight. Frank has my arms subdued as Shane lifts my skirt and jerks my cheer briefs down to my ankles, which prevents me from kicking my legs. I feel Shane rubbing his hands all over my ass, then 'SMACK" he spanks me hard across my butt cheeks. I let out a yelp of pain and surprise. He spanks me over and over until my ass is stinging, burning red, and tears run down my face. Frank is yelling, "MORE, HARDER, TEACH THE SLUT A LESSON."

he said. “Are you serious?” I asked, unsure of what was happening. Grant snapped the belt, and furrowed his brow. Katie and I did as we were told, too scared to disobey him. We both pulled down our pants, showcasing our thong underwear. “Those are cute. Aren’t they boys?” he asked. When Eric tried answering him, he shushed him and snapped his belt. I’d never been spanked in my life, and felt myself tensing up at the proposition.

A few days later, I get a flat on the way to work and I get a spanking from him for being late that time. I guess what I’m saying is that I get five more spankings and I deserve each one. I weep and cry and it hurts like hell and my clit rubs against his jeans and adds conflicting feelings of pleasure and everything else. I get these spankings and I hate them but they’re somehow reassuring to me. Jackson is keeping his word to me and he’s being my discipline as I learn self-discipline.

My hands brace on his chest, nails digging in, and I start bouncing, hard and fast, chasing another high. He latches onto my tit, sucking hard, teeth scraping my nipple until I cry out. His hand cracks down on my ass in sharp, rhythmic spanks that make me grind harder. “Faster, baby,” he growls against my skin. “Fuck yourself on Daddy’s cock.” I do, thighs burning, tits bouncing in his face, moaning nonstop. “Daddy—Daddy—gonna come again—” “Do it,” he snarls, spanking me harder. “Come all over me while I fill you up.”

His swats were harder than Edith's and hurt a lot more making me struggle and begin to push with my feet against the floor to try and move away from my spanking. It was all Edith could do to hold me down across her lap, as she leaned on my back, while her husband spanked my sore ass. She finally told him to go get her hair brush and the lubricant, as I felt the spanking end, and I stopped my feet while Bill pulled my head up off of his lap by my hair while he stood up. The cheeks of my ass were burning as I felt Edith's hand caressing them as she told me more softly,

He spanked me twice in a row, fast and hard. "Yes!" "You know how much of a little tease you have been, right? Calling me daddy, knowing well enough how much that shit turns me on. Touching yourself and kissing me out of the blues. You just want to be slutted out! And don't fucking lie to me, you want to be fucked. You are not here, naked and moaning because you just want me to prove that you are not insensitive! You are here because you want daddy to fuck you, is that right?" With every word he was saying, he was spanking me harder and faster and I was on the edge already. I was going to cum so hard from being spanked.

SPANK! "Thank you...daddy." SPANK! He hit right up the middle making my my pelvis try to grind down, gain some friction somewhere. Anywhere! "Oh god thank you daddy!" "That's right baby. Call me daddy. I want to hear you moan it." His hand caressed my backside. I loved his dirty talk. That alone could get me to cum. Three spanks in a row had me cry out. One slap on each cheek and again in the middle at rapid succession. It stung, but in the best way, which is why I was whimpering and asking for more.

Being treated like a sex doll for a flaccid prick, and being discarded and ignored by my cousin, had messed with my psyche… or maybe it had actually put the loose screws in my brain in the right place. Alpha Stephen had not bowed to any of my demands. When I had asked him to spank me, he had told me his arms were tired and had ordered five of his best guards to take turns spanking me since I liked pain. They had used all their strength to spank my poor bottom, and I hadn’t been able to sit without a doughnut cushion for a whole week. When I had complained to him to tell his men to stop, he had laughed and said, “Oh, you want it harder, you say?”