Novel & Cerita Spanked To Tears

The money I had left was less than ten thousand naira after sending most of it to my mom. After cleaning my room and taking a bath, I felt empty. This wasn’t my body anymore, it felt foreign, like something had been stolen and could never be returned. As I stepped out of my room again, tears streamed down my face uncontrollably. I turned back and threw myself onto the bed, my knees hitting the floor. My body shook with agony. But no amount of tears could bring back who I was before. It was gone, and gone forever.

“That’s what a real man feels like. Not that pathetic excuse you almost married.” Tears leaked from the corners of my eyes not from pain, but from the overwhelming rush of finally being wanted. Taken. Used like I’d always secretly craved. “Yes—God, yes—” I sobbed. “More. Please, more.” He released my wrists only to fist my hair, yanking my head back so my spine arched painfully sweet. His other hand cracked across my ass sharp, stinging. I cried out, clenching hard around him. “You like that,” he said. Not a question. “Dirty little girl. Getting off on being spanked while I ruin this tight cunt.”

I nodded my head at once, tugging her into my chest and pressing a kiss to her forehead. “I promise, bunny. With all my heart.” As I dried her eyes and attempted to stop her tears from coming, when they still kept coming, I wondered if she was experiencing something called ‘sub drop’. With that in mind, I flipped her over and from that moment, I gave her clear orders. Her responses were sharp and fast, like her brain was wired to follow orders more right now than normal words. I decided to give her a spanking, because after thinking about it, the spanking seemed like the best option right now, since it would help her let out all her tears, which would then lead her into sub space after that.

I turned the handle a little bit and Tara started to scream “don’t start screaming now bitch the fun is just starting” continuing to turn the handle till her tits are a cone shape. Seeing tears run down her eyes I start laughing at her. Picking up the paddle I start pounding it herring her muffled shrieks as her ass turns bright red and I can only imagine with all her struggling how much her tits must be hurting. After 20 brutal spanks I stop and face her.

Tears welled up in her eyes, and as much as she hated it, she couldn’t stop them from falling. Just like she couldn’t stop how wet she became from being punished by her student, bent over like some naughty schoolgirl, taking her punishment. Ten times, he smacked her ass, making her body jerk with each one. Pain raced through her. Her ass burned from the spanking, and tears streamed freely down her cheeks to drip onto her desk. “That’s it.” He reached out and glided his hand over her bruised ass. “This looks hot as hell. Stay like that.”

“Being used like this. Being spanked… fucked… choked… made to wait until I say you’ve earned it.” He gave the tie around my throat another tug—tighter. My breath caught in a moan I couldn’t stop. “You want to come so bad it hurts, huh?” “Yes,” I gasped, voice cracking from the tension. “Not yet.” He spanked me. Hard. Then again. Sharper. Each slap pushed the pleasure higher, driving it deeper until I couldn’t tell if I was crying or shaking or falling apart. Tears blurred my vision. My body burned.

He snarled, spanking harder. My head dropped as I cried from the pain. "Please, Daddy! You would leave. I was afraid you would leave. I didn't want you to leave me!" The spanking ceased then. He tugged on my hair, raising my head gently before leaning forward so he could look me in the face. "You have no idea how beautifully broken you look right now," he murmured, watching tears roll down my cheeks. "You look so fucking helpless. Your face is red from sobbing. Your ass is red from my spanking. And your pussy," his other hand delved in between my ass cheeks to my shameless cunt.

I moaned at how good it felt. His hands grazed the affected part of my butt, an airy chuckle leaving his lips. His palm descended heavily on that part again, eliciting a sharp cry from me. My eyes pooled heavily with tears, not because it was hurting me but because of how it knotted my insides, a heavy feeling settling in my abdomen. It was so good that it brought tears to my eyes. "Two!" A wanton gasp escaped my lips, heavy breaths accompanying it. He spanked me, again, not giving me the chance to reel from the impact of the earlier contact.

“I think it’s time you learned what real consequences feel like.” The first spank landed with a sharp crack, the sting blooming hot across her skin. Elena gasped. Another followed, harder, then another. He alternated cheeks with deliberate precision, building the heat until her entire ass throbbed. Tears stung her eyes as she gripped the sheets tightly, her body jerking with every impact. “I’m sorry,” she whimpered after the fifteenth strike, voice cracking. “I won’t do it again.”

I turned to look at him with teary eyes, hoping he’d have mercy. But it only made his smirk grow deeper. It gave him more reason. Spank! His hand came in contact with my skin—harder this time—leaving a sting like the rest. It was just spanking. I told myself I wouldn't cry, but I became a crying mess. I felt violated. Treated like a child being punished. “Please, I…” my voice cracked. “Does it hurt?” he asked, placing his hand on my neck and turning my face toward him.