Spanked And Diapered Stories Novels & Stories

One daddy. He hummed and rubbed my bum cheek, he spanked me and it began to feel good. I moaned a little and bit my lip. "Two Daddy." He rubbed my cheek and I was waiting for him to spank me. He drew out the wait and when I thought he had stopped he spanked me, I could feel my wetness running down my thigh and I moaned. "Three Daddy." He did this about another seven times until I was a tired moaning mess on his lap.

As she hung from the ceiling of the dungeon, her wrists bound tightly, Laxmi couldn't help but reflect on how she had gotten here. It started with a simple spanking. Abhishek had been acting out, and Laxmi thought a good, old-fashioned spanking would set him straight. But as she bent him over her knee, something changed in his eyes. A dark, twisted desire surfaced, and before she knew it, the tables had turned. Now, Laxmi found herself the one being spanked, her ample bottom stinging from the force of Abhishek's palm. Tears streamed down her face as he continued to punish her, his hand growing red with the effort.

The Padre from Paradise had also taught “us spare the rod and spoil the child “. The men from paradise may not have practiced what they did taught and this proves me right of my ardent knowledge of using stories to mend people. The African measures of training a lad seemed to be the perfect fit to bring up my last push as he tend to succumb whenever i had forcefully used Mama Africa's palms on him. The spark of the lingering finger tips, sketching some drawings made from the wolverine's fist on the lad's skin left him burning in maternal made hell prepared to accommodate prejudice administered to anyone that had chosen to go through the naughty realm of his. Then after minutes of sobbing he

His cum from before mixed with my fresh wetness leaked out around his cock running down my thighs dripping onto the floor in messy puddles. I was moaning nonstop voice breaking. “Daddy—yes—harder—fuck me harder—” He grabbed my hair yanked my head back so my back arched deep. The new angle let him hit even deeper cock bullying that spot inside me over and over. My legs started shaking thighs trembling so hard I thought they would give out. “Legs shaking already baby?” he laughed low spanking me again. “You love getting railed like this don’t you? Bent over like a dirty little slut in my shop.”

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.

Tears of humiliation and pain streaming down my face ,I never thought I'd be in this situation just for one f"cking dinner ,I would have gone with him atleast it was better than being spanked by him ,he didn't show my any mercy this time he continued spanked me and I am helplessly counting with him Two sob left my mouth due to pain Th..three Fou..four I am wailing by now ,this is too much,I'll never forgive him for this Five Six Seven Eight Nine Ten He didn't stop even now max please st...stop it I can't take it *spank* breathe stuck in my throat ,he didn't even let me finish You didn't count this one ,count if you don't want me to start from one! And another spank eleven .. .. .. .. .. .. .

I ordered, spanking her cheeks hard—left, right, alternating until they glowed crimson, the handprints blooming like brands. She complied with a whimper, pushing her ass higher, her face buried in the couch cushions. "Spank me more, Alexander—punish me for being late today, for making you wait!" she pleaded, her voice muffled but desperate. I smirked, the memory of her tardiness fueling my strikes. Each slap echoed like a gunshot, her skin jiggling, her cries growing louder. "Yes! Harder—make it sting! I'm sorry, sir—I'll never be late again!"

Instead, I pull my clothes off as quickly as I can, and he stares at me with a combination of resolve, kindness, and arousal that makes me feel weak. A few moments later, I am over his lap. When the first spank lands, it shocks me with the power. I cry out and his hand falls again, twenty hard spanks. I don’t understand why, even though it hurts like hell, I find myself grateful for the spanking. I don’t understand why it centers me even as I cry like a baby. When the last spank lands, I’m sobbing uncontrollably but I lift myself up and throw my arms around him. “Oh, Daddy!” I sob as he holds me and strokes my hair.

“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.

I was bent over with my ass up in the air, still shamelessly wet. "Perfect. Can’t run now, can you, slut?” I couldn't if I wanted to. I held my breath, counting every second until he spanked me. I would tell you how many seconds it took, but my whole ass jiggled and stung from the spank, and I pretty much forgot everything. I moaned when he spanked me again, slapping my ass cheeks, and my pussy clenched. “Every time you bend over for those boys, this is what you should’ve gotten. Discipline. They don’t know how to handle you. I do.”