Spanked To Tears Mga Nobela at Kwento

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.

She was glad that he wasn’t pushing the matter or she would lose her explanation and just confess. “Okay. Grip the bars.” He said. “Remember what I said about letting go?” “Yes, Sir. I won’t leave the bars.” She said, tears slipping down her face in fear of the pain to come. She cried out as the first lash landed across her bum. She was not stripped down to her tights the way he often told her to do before a spanking, but it hurt as though she was stripped.

he asked, gripping my hair tightly. "I'm sorry, sir," I whimpered. Another spank landed, harder than the first. "T-thank you, sir, one more for your little slut," I cried out, my voice shaking. "You're fucking amazing, darling," he praised, delivering another stinging spank. "Fuuuck meee!" I screamed as the final slap pushed me over the edge, my body squirting profusely into the tub. My ass burned, my cheeks wet with tears, and I felt like the slut we both reveled in.

I opened my mouth to protest but another sharp slap landed on my butt, making me breathe out shallowly. Spank! Spank! Spank! My ass was burning and I was sure, I would not be able to sit. He was too harsh. And tears ran down from my eyes. I had lost the count after twelve. He always got what he wanted and now that he had me where he wanted, there was no going back.

I let out muffled grunts, tears filling my eyes as they rolled down my face. I couldn't believe he was doing this, the way he spread my legs and fisted the fat that was reserved on my pussy before he gave me another spank. “ Ah.” I yelled out as his hands smacked my face, it sent me looking the other way as I trembled in fear, I didn't want this.

Every slide of their hands on places other than my ass. When I was slid onto the last man’s, Bob’s lap, I tensed up. I didn’t know what to expect. All I could do was pray that it was over quickly and didn’t hurt too much. The closer he got completing his spankings, more and more tears flowed freely down my cheeks. As soon as the last smack was completed, he spread my legs and– “NO!”

The sensation makes me gasp, my asshole burning from his rough entrance. Before I could think, his finger is out of me and his hand is crashing down on me. He spanks me hard and fast on my ass with stinging spanks. He spanks me over and over grabbing my add cheeks and aiming his spanks higher then lower to cover every inch of my poor curves. The pain spreads until my entire ass is on fire. I couldn't think nor breathe. My toes curl in my heels, my fingers gather the covers, squeezing them tight. Tears spring into my eyes from the pain.

"I want your voice hoarse by the time we're done with you." The third strike comes without warning and I nearly scream. "Three!" He sets a rhythm, alternating sides, each blow harder than the last. I lose myself in the counting, in the pain that blurs into pleasure, in the knowledge that two other men are watching me get spanked over a professor's desk with my hands bound behind me. "Four. Five. Six." The tears start somewhere around seven. By the time I reach ten, I'm crying openly, tears streaming down my face, my ass on fire, my whole body trembling.

I say with a big pout that says I am, but I'm still fighting him over it. "Would you prefer a spanking Roman? Cause acting up and throwing tantrums would never go unpunished" he says, my pout was even bigger now, I felt my eyes tear up, I didn't want to have a spanking, I shake my head no. He set me back in my place making me face the wall, he must have set some kind of timer for me, my teeth found their way against my lip biting it. I hated this, this was torture, I had nothing to do but sit down, I whined, tried to whine loudly hopping I'll be set free but nothing!

I flinch at his words, taking them off when I reach him. He yanks me down, bending me over his knees and I gasp. I feel my dress ride up above my ass when he does. “This, flashing your panties when you lean over?” He hisses. “No.” I whimper, my tears dropping onto his bedding. A hot slap lands on my right cheek, making me whimper loudly. “I don't want to hear you crying, the more you cry the harder and more spanks you receive. You hear me?”