Spanked To Tears 소설 & 이야기

"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!

**TRIGGER WARNINGS** With each spank, Cadence’s breath hitched and her body flinched involuntarily. The stinging sensation spread across her skin, a constant reminder of her transgression. Yet, despite the pain, she remained obedient, counting each strike aloud as Alberto had commanded. “Two,” she gasped as Alberto’s hand connected with her skin once again, the force of the impact sending a shock wave through her body. The sound of each spank reverberated in the room, filling the air with an uncomfortable tension. Cadence’s mind raced as she tried to endure the punishment, her thoughts consumed by a mixture of pain and shame.

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?”

y dripping down her thighs. “On your knees, baby girl.” She dropped instantly, thighs spreading, ass pushed back. The sight of her obedience made my blood burn. I brought my palm down hard on her round ass. Smack. “You scared the fuck out of me today,” I growled, spanking her again, harder. Her ass jiggled beautifully, turning pink under my hand. “You let someone else touch what’s mine.” Kira cried out, pushing back for more, even throwing her head back. I gave her ten brutal spanks until her ass glowed red and she was sobbing, p.u.s.s.y leaking onto the floor beneath her.

She hadn't even managed to touch Jeffrey yet, but Elise had already gotten so far. The feeling of failure was hard for someone with her strong personality to accept. She took a deep breath and used my phone to make a video call to Elise. Elise was lying in Jeffrey's arms, and she thought that I had come to my senses and relented. She answered the call without hesitating. Callista's features contorted when she saw how happy the two of them looked in the video. She began accusing Elise loudly and wildly, looking as if she had gone mad.

It burned. "It's just one spank, and you are already trembling. How are you supposed to handle the rest?" He leaned down and whispered in my ear. T-There were more? I shook my head again. "No, plea-" *smack* "ahh!" I immediately covered my mouth, not wanting to give him the satisfaction of my pain. The dresser beneath my face was wet due to my tears. It was painful. He spanked me again, and I already couldn't feel my hip.

Surrounded by hospital staff, her terrifying older brother, and Jason, she had never felt so small. Tears prickled the corners of her eyes, blurring her vision. She forced herself to look at the Cleaning Supervisor, her manicured fingers digging hard into her designer handbag, and she muttered, "Sorry." The word had barely left her lips before her composure fractured completely. She spun on her heels and ran away, crying. The tense quiet of the corridor settled back into place. Jason looked at his best friend and shook his head, a mixture of pity and annoyance passing through his sharp eyes.

I feel it leave my ass again and come back to my other ass this time. “Two!” He goes on like this, alternating between my ass cheeks until he reaches six. This is not extremely painful but I can feel my skin getting warmer. Almost as warm as my face as his eyes remained locked with mine, the only moment he breaks eye contact is when he lowers my boxers and exposes my ass, which causes my face to reach a deeper shade of red. The spanking resumed in a similar fashion until he reached thirteen, the slap getting louder and stinging more on my bare skin and the last one landed across my ass cheek. Tears were pricking my eyes, whether they were of pain, shame or even guilt, I don't know. But I mak

she finished in a painful whisper. “Perfect.” He said and delivered another spank. This time she gritted her teeth together, not making a sound. She was transferring the pain to her teeth. She did this for the next couple of spanks but on the fifth one that hit her, she let out a sharp grunt. And on the sixth one, a cry erupted from her lips and her eyes watered. Then when he struck her a couple of times again, tears started rolling down her face, her hands pressed down tightly on the table. Why wasn’t he stopping?