Spanked With A Switch Novels & Stories

Unable to control myself when I came, I let out a moan as I tried unsuccessfully to grip the kitchen floor. Pulling both hands away from me, she began spanking my ass until it was so sore I had to move away. “Just so you know, that won’t be your punishment every time. In fact it’s not a normal one but I felt like maybe you needed a nice little reprieve.”

Henry decided that if Sadie wanted to take the exams, so be it, and even bought her some books to study. Nonetheless, Sadie grew frustrated and overwhelmed after just two days, leading to another heated argument with Henry. In her fury, she even slapped him on the head, leaving him with a visible injury. When I heard about it, I could not help but feel a sense of karmic justice. It put me in such a good mood that I focused on my studies with even more determination.

He pulled down my mask, squinted as he observed my face, then pulled it back up. "It's nothing. You'll be fine soon. You just won't look the same anymore." "You mean I'll have scars?" "No, not a single scar will remain." He smiled at me mysteriously. "You'll just end up looking like your bestie." "What?!" I gasped. "The face-swapping voodoo is one of the most insidious spells. Who did you offend, lass?" The first thing that came to my mind was the turquoise hairpin Zonday gave me.

Someone I just met some days ago after a long time? Everything she says falls on deaf ears , and I just tune her out and keep doing what I'm doing. My indifference seems to annoy her and the next thing I know, she taps the table while my hands holding my drink is on it and it spills on my face. This is definitely the height of it all, and I think I've had enough. I stand up, give her a hard slap, which sends her falling in the nearest seat. Yeah, talkatives like her need to be put in their right place, nonsense!

Sabrina moaned, but at the same time she waved her bum back and forth making it clear that she wanted more. You went back to spanking her again, this time swapping back and forth between the cheeks which made her stumble a few times on the count. By the end, her entire ass was a bright, warm pink and she'd gotten another thirteen or so spanks on each cheek, and she'd abandoned trying to correct her 'sirs' from Daddy.

I opened my legs wider. "Five spanks for coming late and five spanks for not following my order. You will count, okay?" Only the word 'spank' turns me on. I'm hell ready for the spanking. "Now count." His palm landed on my butts. "One, Master." He's fondling my hips. "Good Girl." Smack. "Two." Smack. I jumped, he spanked me harder this time. "Thre," he cut me off with another spank. My butts are burning and my core is dripping wet.

"Six – please – harder –" He spanks me until I lose count. Until my ass is blazing red and hot to the touch and every slap sends shockwaves through my swollen clit and I'm cumming – cumming from the spanking alone, no clit contact, just the impact of his palm and the brutal depth of his cock and I gush onto the kitchen floor and he keeps going.

I'm still lying on my front. Monster! "My knees are hurting, spank me like this." I irked him. "Move your butts up right now, Butterfly." He growled, spanking my butt hard with the ruler. I felt a stinging pain there and instantly complied by coming on my fours. Fuck! It hurts. He gave four more spanks on my butts with the ruler before dropping it down on the floor. Butts spanking is really a punishment for me because I don't like it that much.

Suddenly, without a single warning, his free hand came down hard across my bare, flushed backside. SLAP. "Hmmm!" A sharp, muffled cry tore from my throat, my teeth accidentally grazing him for a fraction of a second before I quickly caught myself and sucked him back in, widening my lips. The sudden, biting sting of the spanking flared wildly across my skin, sending a violent jolt of electricity straight down to my pelvis. Pain and pleasure merged into something I couldn't name but desperately needed. The heat spread across my skin like wildfire, making me acutely aware of every nerve ending.

They are waiting for their turn. "Look at her taking it," Sarah’s voice cuts through the noise, breathy and high. "She loves it. Look at her ass." A sharp sting explodes across my right buttock as someone’s hand connects with my skin. The shock of it makes my muscles spasm around Dave’s cock, and he groans, his fingers sinking into my hips hard enough to bruise. Another slap lands on the other cheek. Then another. The rhythmic spanking blends with the thrusting, a cacophony of sensation that pushes me higher, spiraling toward an edge that feels less like pleasure and more like a terrifying freefall.