Novel & Cerita Spanked To Tears

"It’s real." A guttural scream tore from his throat as he gripped the paper, crumpling it in his hands. His chest rose and fell in ragged breaths before he turned to me, his expression twisted in rage and grief. "You let my children die." I took a step closer, my own fury finally breaking free. "No, Richard. You let them die." He shook his head, his eyes wild. "No. No, you called me too late. If you had—"

“What are you doing? Let me go!” “Count, little bunny,” he said and spanked me hard. “Ah!” I cried out. “Stop it!” “I said count, little bunny. If you don’t count, I will add more spanks. Now count!” He spanked me hard again. “One!” “Two!” I counted through gritted teeth as tears pricked at the corners of my eyes. Each sharp smack sent heat blooming across my skin. By the tenth spank, I was sobbing silently.

I leaned over the back rest, my ass bare on display. And then I felt a massive force on my ass. A spank. I jolted from the suddenness. It hurts. But it also made arousal trickle down my thighs. “You think you would go unpunished, you whore?” He spanked me again and I shook my head, tears brimming my eyes and groans getting trapped in my vocal box because of the gag. Fuck. “I’m going to show you why you should never go against me.” This time, I whispered in a tone that made chills run down my spine.

Spank. “T-thank you, Sir!” Tears burned my eyes, and it was hard staying upright, but he kept his hand on my hips, making sure I didn’t fall on the bed and kept my ass in the air for punishment. Spank. “Ow, that hurt!” I cried out, a sobbing whimper escaping my throat. “T-thank you, Sir.” “It hurts? Good.” He let out a low chuckle. “You look so pretty when you’re helpless.”

STEPHANIE'S "Submit to me!" He demanded, and I could feel his anger in the force of his hand against my ass as he spanked me. Tears welled up in my eyes and I closed them, letting the tears flow freely down my cheeks. How could my stepfather be so cruel to me like this? inflicting this kind of pain on me and putting me through the worst kind of spanking? He wasn't planning on stopping until I submit to him.

My little bird liked being spanked. “Three, Sir.” Her voice was breathless and thrust my hips up. Grinding my erection against her stomach. Lifting my hand I brought it down, again and again, she kept the count. Her breathing became ragged and I knew that if I let her, she'd come from just the spanking alone. “Fou, fourteen, Sir.” She sobbed out and I pulled her into my lap. Tears streamed down her cheeks and I knew that she was conflicted about her feelings. That she could be so aroused by being struck must be so different than she was used to.

Larson spanks me so fucking hard, it was his first spank and he didn't make it soft making me feel more nervous, I bet my ass will be as red as a tomato at his hundredth spank. "O-One," I counted still with a trembling voice. He didn't wait any longer and I feel his hand spank my butt so rough again. "T-Two." "T-Three." "Four," I counted his spank after spank. I can't help but mentally curse Mr. Larson because the pain is making me uncomfortable, it was just four spanks and my butt is stinging already. "F-Five." "S-Six." "Seven." Fuck! I can feel my eyes watering, I'm already on the verge of crying but I don't want Mr. Larson to know that I'm crying because he'll just be going to say that I'

I felt tears begin to leak out of my eyes slowly but I couldn’t say if it was due to frustration or if it was because of the fact that I was growing weaker at each passing minute. Just when I thought I’d seen it all, I felt a sharp sting on my butts. It was so shocking and so painful that it made me gasp. It took me a while to fully comprehend what was happening and when I discovered that he had spanked me, my face reddened with embarrassment. “Stoppp!” I screeched desperately. He didn’t stop there though but instead continued spanking my ass with so much force that I found myself crying even without noticing. My face flushed and my butt felt as though it was on fire.

“This is what you need, isn’t it? To be put in your place. Poor idiot med student who gets hard from his stepbrother’s hand.” I bit my lip, but moans slipped out anyway. Tears pricked my eyes from the overwhelming mix of pain and pleasure. My cock strained against my shorts, leaking. Every spank sent sparks through me. “Please…” I whimpered, voice breaking. Tears started falling as the pleasure built unbearably. “Enzo…” “Yeah, cry for me, pretty boy,” he growled, spanking harder. “You love this. Look at you—hard and leaking like a slut.”

He wasn't just spanking me, he was hitting me with all the force bestowed on him, proving a point that I was his to deal with as he pleased. “Two.” This time, tears began pouring freely from my eyes, but he didn’t seem fazed by the idea of me crying and whimpering in pain. He delivered 5 more spanks, waiting patiently for me to count while rubbing the abused skin of my ass as though he was spreading the sparks of pain throughout, forcing me to feel the stabs and pricks of it. He slapped me yet again and this time, I swear my whole rear went numb. If this was a scene in a TV drama, a very amazing soundtrack would accompany this part because if he continued, it would be straight-out delivering