Novel & Cerita Spanked And Diapered Stories

What did she swear she couldn't do again? SPANK! She couldn't remember. Jordan took great delight in spanking Faith' big fucking booty. It was such a perfect piece of art, an ass built to be spanked, punished and demolished through hard fucking. SPANK! SPANK! SPANK! "Mmmm!" she groaned, trying her best to suppress a very loud moan as no man had ever done anything like this to her, and the pleasure that was coursing through her was insane. She had never felt anything like this. Everything Jordan was doing to her was driving her crazy, and then she broke.

Mia's POV; "Yes!" I gasped as he spanked me again, harder. "Please, Daddy, I need your cock inside me—" He spanked me five more times in quick succession, each strike harder than the last, until my ass was burning and I was whimpering into the counter. "Count the next ten," he ordered. "And thank me for each one." His hand came down hard. "One, thank you Daddy," I sobbed. Another strike. "Two, thank you Daddy."

“That may be true as well. However, have you forgotten? I’m your new daddy and grown woman or not, know this. Every time you do something that puts your life in jeopardy, Daddy will not hesitate to take you over his lap and spank your ass.” Reaching for the waistband of her shorts, I yanked both them and her panties down. “And little girls who break the first rule of safety and don’t even lock their doors get that spanking on their bare ass.” I stopped lecturing to concentrate on giving her ass the shine I’d promised. Bailey fought like a hellcat, bucking, twisting, squirming with every crack of my hand as I worked my way down the backs of her thighs. “All right! I get it! I’ll never go to a

” I pouted, "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.

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."

Things that seemed way more sexual than anything before. Like he wanted me to address him as daddy whenever I spoke to him. Or how the outfits he was picking out for me every morning seemed to get more and more skimpy with each passing day. I didn't notice at first, but when the skirt he picked out for me seemed to barely fall below my ass, I rebelled. I yelled at him, cursing him out and telling him he's not the boss of me. The punishment he dealt me was swift. He pulled me by the arm over his lap and, for the first time in my life, he spanked me. I mean openpalmed, red-assed swats that met more flesh than cotton over the scanties I sleep in. It stung and he was fierce, beating my butt unti

She understood he was furious, and by the 10th spank, her tears flew uncontrollably. “No more,” she begged. Instead of counting, she felt all raw and red. "Shh,” 20 more, and we can stop this,” he spanked her again, “Will you ever pull that stunt again?” (spank). “11,” she said instead of answering. “Answer me,” he rubbed her round bottom, landing another spank. “No,” she shook her head, “Do you know why you are being punished?” he asked, spanking her. “12,” she was very diligent in counting those spanks. As stupid as it sounded, she didn’t want to get spanked again.

His fingers closed around her nape as he pressed her to the counter, then he spread her legs apart using one of his legs. The Jebbie attempted to wriggle free, evoking a strong irritation in him. He spanked her hard enough to suffuse her butt with the pink prints of his strong palm, wrenching a yelp off her. She panted, fighting the urge to cry out from the pleasure/pain that screamed in and spread through her at each feel of his hand coming down on her butt, and the burn from the hard spank. Spanking her was a warning for her to quit moving. She understood better and dared not to keep moving unless her freedom meant nothing to her anymore.

I say and try to keep my tears at bay, but I can't. The spanking continued, and I liked it at first, but every time I stopped counting, he had to start all over again, and there was only a little my bum could bear. By the time I was able to count to 15 for each ass cheek without stopping. I had cried a rainfall in his room, and my ass hurt like hell.

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.