Spanked To Tears Novels & Stories

Funny how the only thing going through my mind was how I would never let even a hint of hair grow on my ‘cunt’ ever again. Knox kept me in position over his lap while I slowly regained my breath and sniffled back the tears. I hadn’t sobbed, but the pain definitely brought tears to my eyes, and I wasn’t sure if I should try to hide them or not. Was I to be brave and endure my spanking with little emotion? Or did they want to see the pain? The fear? I made a mental note to ask Knox when the time seemed right. Would tears earn me extra credits? Or would showing strength earn respect, hence more credits? Right now, I wouldn’t have been able to speak even if I wanted to, however.

What did she swear she couldn't do again? SPANK! She couldn't remember. Jordan took great delight in spanking Faith' big fucking booty. It was such a perfect piece of art, an ass built to be spanked, punished and demolished through hard fucking. SPANK! SPANK! SPANK! "Mmmm!" she groaned, trying her best to suppress a very loud moan as no man had ever done anything like this to her, and the pleasure that was coursing through her was insane. She had never felt anything like this. Everything Jordan was doing to her was driving her crazy, and then she broke.

He also does not massage the spot afterward. "Sorry, Mr. Jason, two," I say "Not two, one. Anytime you stop counting, we start again" He spanks hard "No, Mr. Jason, please don't do that," I beg with tears streaming down my face. The spanking is starting to hurt. "Begging me will only make things worse for you, so just shut up and count," He yells. "Okay," I say and try to keep my tears at bay, but I can't.

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.

I was incredibly aroused by all of this. Ty started raining down the hands across my ass swiftly, the sound of hand against flesh echoing through the room again and again. My ass was sore, and every spank was more painful than the last. It wasn't long until I couldn't help it – there were tears in my eyes. It wasn't much longer before he finally stopped. The sound of slapped flesh was replaced by my soft whimpering. It was then Daddy pulled me up, and took me into his arms, using his strength to turn me around, holding me close in his arms.

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.