Spanked To Tears Novels & Stories

“Son of a bítch, if you don’t let me g…!” SLAP! “Argh!” A lick of fire travelled through my other cheek, and then it didn’t stop. SLAP! SLAP! SLAP! Each hit wrenched a cry from my lips, I was sobbing, but it wasn’t only my eyes that were leaking. In between my legs too, my lower lips were shedding tears. No, this wasn’t happening. It couldn’t be. I wasn’t growing wet by being humiliated by this man who wasn’t Daddy. A hot pool of lava settled in my stomach, and when the spank came again, a whimper quivered from my throat.

"Count them." "Count what—" His hand came down on my ass with a crack that echoed through the gallery. Pain bloomed across my skin and I yelped. "Count. Them." "One," I gasped out. Another slap, harder this time. "Louder." "Two!" He spanked me methodically, each strike harder than the last. My ass burned, tears streaming down my face as I counted each one. By the time he reached ten, I was sobbing, my legs trembling so badly I could barely stand.

It hurts, I am hurt, my heart is aching and I don't know what I am going to do to ease these pains. As I reached my room, I immediately went to the bathroom and opened the shower, the cold water from the shower splashed all over my body, I sat down and huddled myself in the corner, I let my tears fall down with the call water. " Fuck!" I shouted while punching my chest Dilan, Dilan, what am I going to do now? How am I going to pick myself up from the ground, how am I going to face this world, how am I going to live happily, I can't live without you

"Ismael Kiplimo!" He witnessed a shocked frightened look in her eyes. A shock of realization. Tears welled up in her eyes. It was obvious she was going to cry. She shrank down the couch and lowered her eyes covering them with a leso and broke into tears. She shamelessly cried like a little kid. Mary crossed over to comfort her. "Don't cry sis. It is alright."

Jayden grabbed the vase from the corner and hurled it at Hank with a violent jerk of his arm. Hank didn't push his luck. He backed away, throwing glances over his shoulder until he was out the door. "I'll be right outside, Jay. Call if you need me." Jayden's eyes burned crimson. He stormed through the living room, smashing everything in sight until nothing was left intact. At least this time, he was careful to avoid my corpse. By the time he wore himself out, night had fallen. There was nothing I could do to stop him. I perched on the TV, watching as he destroyed my home.

That’s when she breaks. Her body trembles, and suddenly she’s crying, sharp sobs ripping out of her chest like she’s been holding them in for too long. I pull back, startled. “What?” I demand, glancing around. “What is it? Why are you crying now?” She looks up at me through tears and whispers, voice crooked and broken, “You’re a bad mommy.” The words hit harder than any slap I’ve given tonight. I freeze. Then I scoff, disbelief flooding me as I stare at her. “What?” I snap. “How dare you say that to me?”

The pain was sharp, real, and uncomplicated—a welcome change from the complex, psychological agony Eddie inflicted. Once inside my suite, I locked the door, not because I feared him—I knew he wouldn't dare approach my wing tonight—but for the necessary solitude. I stripped off the ruined coat dress, dropped the expensive fabric onto the floor, and assessed the damage. The slap on my face felt like a faint ghost compared to the deep, painful scrapes on both knees.

Each slap landed on my swollen clit and dripping lips, the pain sharp and intense while my juices splattered with every impact. I was trembling, struggling wildly against the ties, wrists and ankles burning from the friction. Tears poured down my face as I cried openly, never having handled this roughly before. Fear coiled tight in my belly- he looked so twisted, so obsessively unhinged, like he wanted to own and destroy every part of me. “It hurts so much… please, I’m crying… I’m scared but- oh god~” My words dissolved into broken whimpers as he fisted my pubic hair again, pulling it taut upward while spanking my exposed, throbbing cunt harder.

I cried out, the sound turning into a moan as he kneaded the stinging flesh roughly. “Say it properly.” “I’m a filthy slut,” I whimpered, pushing my ass back toward him like a bitch in heat. My nipples scraped against the hood through my tank top, rock hard and aching. Tears of overwhelmed lust pricked my eyes. The spanking continued—five, six, seven hard smacks alternating between cheeks until my ass burned crimson and my thighs were slick with arousal running down them. Each slap sent jolts straight to my clit. I was grinding against the hood now, humping it shamelessly.

The humiliation was overwhelming… and it made me cum harder than I ever had in my life. My thighs shook violently. My pussy clenched and then exploded. I screamed loud and shameless as I squirted hard — a powerful, gushing spray that soaked Ken’s pants, shoes, and the floor beneath me. Hot fluid kept squirting out with every brutal spank, my body convulsing uncontrollably as wave after wave of devastating pleasure ripped through me. “Fuuuuck! Ken!” I cried out, tears streaming down my face from the intensity. Ken didn’t stop spanking me until my orgasm finally faded, leaving me a trembling, dripping, humiliated mess bent over the chair. My ass was bright red and burning.