Spanked To Tears Novels & Stories

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He questioned before striking his hand across her ass using all his power, turning her flesh a light shade of pink. “Aahhh!!” She cried as she felt the sharp pain. “Does it hurt?” “Ye…Aaahh!!” She screamed again when he spanked her again. “How much can you handle?” He asked. “I... I don’t… Ahhh!!” One after another, he kept spanking her. She wiggled her ass in pain, but Theodore had held it tightly. The room soon echoed with the sound of the spank and Liara’s loud moan. Theodore had told her to keep counting, but she lost count while enjoying both pain and pleasure that she was feeling. Her skin burnt because of the spank. She didn’t know she was crying in pleasure until she tasted her own t

“You will count. Only count. Do you understand?” I nodded quickly, biting my lip hard. “Good. Count.” Another smack landed. The sting burned, spreading heat through my skin. “O-one…” My voice cracked, breathless. The third came harder. “Two…” Each spank made me jolt, my ass shaking, my body burning. I wanted to squirm away, but the tie held me down, and the truth was..I didn’t want to run. I wanted more. By the fifth, tears prickled in my eyes, not from pain but from the unbearable tension coiling low in my belly.

Instead, I pull my clothes off as quickly as I can, and he stares at me with a combination of resolve, kindness, and arousal that makes me feel weak. A few moments later, I am over his lap. When the first spank lands, it shocks me with the power. I cry out and his hand falls again, twenty hard spanks. I don’t understand why, even though it hurts like hell, I find myself grateful for the spanking. I don’t understand why it centers me even as I cry like a baby. When the last spank lands, I’m sobbing uncontrollably but I lift myself up and throw my arms around him. “Oh, Daddy!” I sob as he holds me and strokes my hair.

“You are going to count for me. Twenty for each orgasm you stole. Forty total. And you will thank Daddy after every single one. Understand?” “Yes, Daddy.” The first spank landed hard and flat across both cheeks, the sound sharp in the quiet room. She jolted, a soft cry escaping her lips. “One. Thank you, Daddy.” He didn’t go easy. Each swat was firm, covering every inch of her bottom until it burned hot and bright. By ten, she was wriggling, tears pricking at the corners of her eyes. By twenty, her voice cracked on the thank-yous, her thighs trembling.

she looked over her shoulder and at me, her eyes filled with tears while her cheeks were stained with streaks. Mercilessly, I spanked her again, just to hear her pleas. “Please stop, it hurts so fucking much,” she trembled and looked between her and her completely reddened ass cheeks, only slightly content with the pain I’d caused her. But this wasn’t just about her, I intended to get off while teaching her a lesson, so I decided to tone it down. She was making almost inaudible sobbing noises as she continued to look at me pleadingly, as though she was begging desperately with her eyes that I didn’t spank her again.

I didn't expect my night to turn out like this at all. Another slap follows. "Ouch!" I cry out. This time it's painful, then pleasurable. The next slap comes, and he doesn't give me time to breathe before the next, and the next, until I lose count. "Daddy!" I cry, tears streaming down my face. "I'm sorry. I'll be a good girl now. Please, stop spanking me. It hurts."

“Yes, Sir.” The title went straight to my cock. God, she was fucking perfect. I brought my hand down hard on her left cheek. “One!” she cried out, body jolting. Smack. “Two!” I alternated cheeks, spanking her firmly, the sound of flesh meeting flesh filling the room. By the fifth spank her ass was glowing a beautiful pink, and tears were leaking from beneath the blindfold. The sting became too much. On the sixth, she bit down hard on my thigh through my jeans, a sob escaping her as she forgot to count.

She said, panicking. "Well, I'm glad I will be your first., It doesn't matter if people see us, they know you are mine anyway" With that, I let my palm hit her bum, not too hard but hard enough to leave a mark. She gasps, I didn't give her to recover instead, I kept spanking till her bum was red enough, I glance down at her expecting her to make a noise, she was unusually quiet. I rolled down her shirt, put her in a sitting position. Only, when I took in her face, I saw tears rolling down her face.

He smiles gently and nods and then the next spank falls. I start crying again and pretty much cry through all of the rest of the spanks. He pauses after each, and I never say, “red,” so the next one happens. To tell the truth, I lose count of the spanks so I don’t even know when the tenth one hits. I’m in more pain than I can recall ever feeling my entire damned life! I’m hornier than my entire damned life! And I am crushing on this man so hard, it’s not even funny.