Spanked Brats Novels & Stories

I sent Brannon a text asking where he was and he said he was almost here. Nadine bombarded me with all kinds of questions and Nahlela just laughed and gave me a look which I think meant “you are on your own”. Finally, Brannon arrived and after the greetings and introductions, he and Nadine hit it off. I asked Nahlela If she wanted to dance and then both of us went to the dance floor and started dancing. I wasn’t really a good dancer but I followed her lead and tried not to step on someone or twist my ankle.

" I still found it hard to formulate any sentence. "You are acting like a fucking brat. That's what you're doing and since you want to act like a fucking brat, I'll treat you like one" he grabbed me again, and in the next moment, I was thrown over his lap, his fingers yanking down my bottom and then I felt the stinging pain on my ass. My body froze as I tried to process what was happening. He was spanking me? Like he would spank a child. The thought barely formed when he struck me again, harder than the first time and I whimpered under his touch.

He twists the key into ignition having the vehicle roar to life. "We're going straight to Justin's house right?" I asked worried. "Why are you so scared? He doesn't own you-" he said as he paused to choke up a laugh. "Unless, he made you his little bitch." He said as he started uncontrollably laughing. "His what?!" I asked feeling offended. "What? Does he have rules you have to follow? Does he 'punish' you when you're bad? Does he fuck you whenever he pleases? Does he beat you because you fuck up from time to time?" He asked looked at me through the rear view mirror.

"Stop flattering go on " He starting twerking and I spanked him hard on the butt like a mother would do to her stubborn son. "Stop playing around and go get the make up artist"I instructed him. He rubbed his butt pretending to be in pain because of my spanks I watched him with a serious face but as soon as he crossed the door,I cracked up "Aww Bruno,why are you so sweet... those girls got nothing on me ,but you,you drive me crazy,stop it already,he is so cute I can't handle it"I cracked up and blushed,then I looked at the mirror

“Change.” My brows scrunch. “What?” He sets the shopping bag down slowly like they were fragile before leaning against the edge of my table and damn....he looks so good. “You’re my plus one, Kratoska.” He cocks his head, voice deepening. “My date.” I felt my belly flutter with excitement and also nerves. “Your plus one?” He nods. “There’s a fundraiser dinner. Bratva business that involves powerful faces and important investors.” Just from hearing the word ‘Bratva’, my stomach twisted into knots as the contents of the flash drive flashes into my head.

I was starting to believe him. In the afternoon, after a big breakfast that we made together, we were in the playroom again. Brandt strapped me to something he called a St. Andrews Cross. My arms were secured to the cross bar and my legs were secured at the bottom, so they were spread apart. I was "punished" for removing my collar and for running away. It was my first real spanking and I think he took it easy on me. There wasn't as much heat to his spanks and paddles as I had expected. Or maybe I justed likee it that much.

A prince. One day, I forgot my problems and cried because I missed him. The next morning, he showed up. For the first time, I hugged him. I got his clothes dirty, but he laughed. He lured me into his car, and suddenly I was in a prince's home. I saw well-dressed people—money oozing from them. I met Mr. Marcus Goldman for the first time. He wasn't happy at all. Unlike his grandson, he found me irritating and smelly. Rafael did too—he was only in his early twenties then.

Shun said she saw how delite Brittany when she position herself on the terrace wall, her ass was on her full show to and it's spreading and ready for her. *Pak* *Pak* "Ah!" "Ah yes" Brittany shouts when Shun Yu spank her buttchecks, she bind it more so that her ass can be spank more she was so horny and burning with desire on that time, she question herself why she loves being spank and the answer is there she has a Slavery attitude she wants to serve and she wants to be spank when she didn't do her master's command. She even open her mouth even her saliva was dropping on her mouth, she even moan in pleasure and pain she like it she didn't even know why she like it so much the intense pain d

He said in a judging and taunting tone which made her really angrier than she already was. "What's your damn problem?!" She exclaimed loudly as the anger came out at last. Thankfully they were in a place where there weren't any people. So they were away from people's earshot. "At first you called me brat and spoiled because I took all my father's given luxury as granted and now are calling me a brat when I am not taking his given luxury. Do you suffer from dual personality disorders?" She snapped at him and breathed hard when she was done. But he didn't show any expression on his face.

"From now on, you don't question me. I say take off the bra, you take it off. Kiss my feet, you get on your knees and fucking lick them. Ride my cock, do it like it's your last meal. And when I spank you, you fucking thank me for correcting you. Am I understood?" Mariana hesitated at first, earning herself another smack that made her wince even harder. "Yes sir, I understand. Thank you for spanking me." "Good girl. Now take off the bra." She didn't waste a moment this time, pulling off her black jacket and then unlocking her bra through the flimsy material of her white shirt. It wasn't exactly transparent, but in the absence of a bra, her nipples were clearly outlined. "Good girl." She shive