Spanked Brats Novels & Stories

I might not have known him long, but I fully believe that Robert would be willing to die trying to bring his granddaughter home. “Come on then, I’ve managed to find you a couple of real beds. I hope you can handle being surrounded by teens though, although they should all be asleep right now so you won’t have to deal with them until the morning,” Brent chuckles. “I don’t have much experience with them. I have been locked away since I was a teen myself, but they can’t be worse than I was,” I snort. A spark of hope grows within me that Harper is one of these teens he is talking about.

“Stop it! Stop it this instant!” After seeing her struggle and the look on her face that seemed to say ‘Who gave you the right to spank me’, Sean’s suppressed rage started flaring up again. There was coldness between his brows. “Will you dare do something like that again?” Suddenly, Jane found this entire ordeal extremely absurd. Only disobedient children would get spanked on their buttocks, no? After parents spanked their child on the buttocks, they would then seize the wailing child and ask them if they would dare commit the same mistakes again.

His expression tells me it is that bad, why is she a brat all of a sudden? “Let’s just say her punishment was six whips, six and full force ones, the first one she laughed at, actually laughed, by the end of the six there was blood and she still asked if that was as hard as I could whip.” I want to laugh, I do because she sounds so much like Rebecca so I know just how bad she could have been.

His fingers ghosted over my ass, slow and possessive. “You want to be seen and controlled, and you like the pain because it means you’re not the one in charge.” A soft gasp escaped me and my throat was dry. His palm came down on my ass, sharp and hard. I jolted forward and a cry caught between pleasure and shock broke from my lips. He spanked me again, even harder, and I whimpered. “I don’t punish you because I’m angry,” he said, spanking me again, slow and measured. “I punish you because at this point, it’s the only thing that makes a brat like you listen.”

He smiled, I shifted back fearfully. "Ohh don't worry slave, this will not be too painful." He smirked. "Now I want you to get on that fridge over there, and shoot out your ass for me. Master needs to spank you for being very disobedient. My fridge wasn't the long standing one, it's more like the short, flat long one?... I guess. My hands went involuntarily to my ass, I can't let Ethan spank me on my ass. That shit is painful. My mum once spanked me and I got her arrested. I was ten years old then. Ever since then, no one has ever done that to me again.

I turned the handle a little bit and Tara started to scream “don’t start screaming now bitch the fun is just starting” continuing to turn the handle till her tits are a cone shape. Seeing tears run down her eyes I start laughing at her. Picking up the paddle I start pounding it herring her muffled shrieks as her ass turns bright red and I can only imagine with all her struggling how much her tits must be hurting. After 20 brutal spanks I stop and face her.

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.

I clarified liking this already looking from Lauren to Cora who was wishing I'd do her a favor with her pleading eyes. “I’ll put a wager to spice it up, that you’d cum from being spanked. The loser will be the three hole slut for the whole of tomorrow for anyone in this house.” Lauren said with such a confidence that got me even scared myself, I knew spanking was a thing but I’d never heard that people cum from being spanked.

My cock sprang free, slapping against my stomach. “Look at you,” he rasped, smearing the pre-cum over my tip with his thumb. “Leaking like a fucking faucet.” I bucked into his hand. SMACK. His palm cracked across my ass and I yelped, the sting blooming into heat. “Quiet,” he hissed, spanking me again. “You want the whole choir hearing how much of a slut you are for Daddy’s cock?” I shook my head, biting my lip. “No—please—just you—”

“Brad! It's so deep... fuck me harder!” Her voice was a plea, body quaking. His free hand came down on her ass with a sharp spank, the wet smack resounding. “You love being my fucktoy, don't you?” Another spank reddened her cheek, then he soothed it with a rub before spanking again. Turning her roughly to face him, Brad slapped her breasts, light but stinging smacks that made them jiggle and her nipples tighten. “These bounce so nicely when I hit them.”