Spanked Brats Novels & Stories

It wasn't every day you had a hot man pinning you to the forest grounds with a knife to your neck asking you to spell brat and who knows he might have his own special spelling of it and get mad that I didn't spell it in his way and then I would be in more trouble. Tell me what the fuck you are, He had said but I am no brat. Maybe when it comes to him, I am one and what did he do with brats? I wanted to find out and I also did not want to find out. "How many syllabus is it grump?" I gulped and he snorted, "B-R-R-A-W-T-T." I spelled it, the wrong way and he looked like he was about to have the laugh of his life.

Sabrina moaned, but at the same time she waved her bum back and forth making it clear that she wanted more. You went back to spanking her again, this time swapping back and forth between the cheeks which made her stumble a few times on the count. By the end, her entire ass was a bright, warm pink and she'd gotten another thirteen or so spanks on each cheek, and she'd abandoned trying to correct her 'sirs' from Daddy.

"now count with me" "What the f*ck is wrong with you ,what are you doing,are you insane" He spanked me straight five times without showing any mercy on me.i am sure his whole palm must be printed on my ass by now ,pain is too much I can't take it anymore I Spank Told Spank You Spank I Spank Don't Spank Want Spank Another Spank Sound Spank Out Spank Of Spank Your Spank Mouth Spank Other Spank Than

“ Sabrina, I absolutely love your crazy unpredictable side. It's sometimes adorable and cute to me. But you could have gotten hurt today and the thing is I don’t think you even realized it. Not to mention what you put Henry and Carter through this weekend. Yes they kept Sebastian and I both in the loop when it came to you and Shelly’s doings.” I just stare at him while he talks, feeling like a disciplined child who got caught with her hand in the cookie jar for the last time after being told several times to get the cookie. “So Sabrina you will get 10 spankings for every time you misbehaved or was a bad girl this weekend. Meaning the way you treated Henry and Carter. The time you slipped aw

“What are you doing? Let me go!” “Count, little bunny,” he said and spanked me hard. “Ah!” I cried out. “Stop it!” “I said count, little bunny. If you don’t count, I will add more spanks. Now count!” He spanked me hard again. “One!” “Two!” I counted through gritted teeth as tears pricked at the corners of my eyes. Each sharp smack sent heat blooming across my skin. By the tenth spank, I was sobbing silently.

“Ten spanks. Then you’ll ride me until I believe you’re sorry.” He pulls out slow, strings of spit connecting us. Uses the ring to haul me up and bend me over the high foot of the bed. My toes barely touch the floor, ass presented, pussy already glistening. The first spank cracks across my right cheek—sharp, perfect sting. “One. Thank you, Daddy.”

“You have been a little brat all along. This is the last time I am going to put up with it.” His hand came down on my ass with firm smacks. I moaned and pushed my ass up for more. “Harder Sir. Is that all you got? Spank your naughty student one last time.” He spanked me until my ass was hot and tender. Then he stood me up and pushed me to my knees. “Open your mouth Aurora. Suck my cock like the brat you are.” I looked up at him with a bratty smile and opened my mouth. “Make me behave Sir. Is that all you got?”

I ordered, and the men quickly began to comply despite the men's protests. The same thing they did with Penny when she was just a kid, these men here would cum in their damn faces over and over and over again until they got out of their balls and stopped torturing them. Please... Mr. Black, please..... favor.... "Now!" I roared. The men of the Bratvam did not think twice before starting to get stimulated in front of guys' faces. While the three of them were crying, I crossed my arms with my brothers while we watched the show.

*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....

I stand by my principles. *** Igor closed his wife's coffin and took a deep breath. He certainly never imagined her end would be like this. He had kept his betrayed wife from the punishment she deserved. Bratva rules dictate that traitors should be tortured slowly, a sin that must be paid for in painful installments. For example, removing their bodily functions one by one. There's no tolerance for that, as our rule is that loyalty is absolute. “Let me deploy more Bratoks to find that bastard. I’m already closer to him,” Igor pleaded, bowing his head as low as possible before me.