Novel & Cerita Spanked With A Switch

He whispered softly while my legs turned to jelly and my voice was hoarse. Just when I thought it couldn't get any better, I felt something hit my butt cheeks with a harsh spank, sending a jolt of pleasure through me. My mouth fell open. I gripped the stack for support. I turned just slightly to see that he had a riding crop in his hands. “Go on, count till twenty for me. Only then will I stop spanking you with this.” He ordered, still rubbing my hole with the ice as the flat object hit my ass again.

He spanked her ass raw crack after crack, welts rising while pounding, balls slapping wetly, her juices squirting around him. The lean one followed, flipping a switch to tilt the frame back, exposing her fully. He fucked her throat first, cock sliding deep with gagging slurps, saliva dripping down her chin, then switched to her pussy, long strokes hitting deep while dripping wax on her tits each splatter timed with a thrust, her cries muffled by the crowd's cheers. Spanks rained on her clit between pumps, sharp jolts making her spasm. The broad one was brutal, unhooking one ankle to fold her leg high, slamming into her ass with no prep beyond her slickness burning stretch yielding to filthy

By the third hour, something shifted inside my mind. The fiery ache of the spanking became a dark, steady anchor. Whenever the high-frequency vibration threatened to drag me over the edge, I focused entirely on the sharp, throbbing pain of my bruised skin, using the physical sting to ground my mind, to force my body to stay disciplined. I stared directly into Damian's dark, unwavering eyes, drawing strength from his absolute control, anchoring my breath to the steady rhythm of his voice.

Melanie had yelled, calling him a malicious brut for trying to ruin her life by tying her down in marriage to Calvin who she hated with all her life. For the first time in his life, the first time in her life, Frederick had slapped and yelled at his little princess. Melanie ran of the house in anger before he could apologize and the next thing he heard, she was involved in a ghastly accident and now fighting for her life in the ICU. Frederick flew to his feet when he saw the doctor moving closer. “How is she?” He asked anxiously. “I'm sorry, Mr. Crown…”

The cold surface bit into my skin and my nipples hardened. A stinging spank had me jerking upwards, heat spread out from the place he had spanked her, his hand smoothed across her skin, caressing the sore area. “When I tell you something you will answer ‘Yes, Master’.” Rosa's breathing was coming in shaky gulps and it didn’t even occur to her to answer. When his hand came down on the exposed flesh of her arse again she jerked up and let out a moan. “Yes, Master.” The words came out in one long shaking breath.

I said while pulling it "ow stop that hurts, it won't let me let go" "you're such an asshole just let it go so we can go our seperate ways" I said while pulling the rod again "stop that hurts, I think it cut me" she tried to pull her hand away only for her to yank my arm her way "ouch stop my hand is stuck" I felt a slight prick on my finger "ow I think there's a nail on it" "I told you.. woah" we both looked down at the rod as it started to glow a bright blue color "what the fuck"

I was just used to getting spanked, and yelping to it was instinctive. “Pah!" “Aah, Two…aah, three..aah, four…" The spanking started slowly, nothing harsh or painful. He would spank me, then gently rub my butt cheeks. But gradually, it became stingy. When I counted to ten, the pacing changed instantly. It became faster and harsher. I was yelping and couldn't keep up with the count anymore.

A few days later, I get a flat on the way to work and I get a spanking from him for being late that time. I guess what I’m saying is that I get five more spankings and I deserve each one. I weep and cry and it hurts like hell and my clit rubs against his jeans and adds conflicting feelings of pleasure and everything else. I get these spankings and I hate them but they’re somehow reassuring to me. Jackson is keeping his word to me and he’s being my discipline as I learn self-discipline.

I gasped, tears pricking my eyes. Then something new appeared in his hands and it made me wonder how many toys he actually brought with him. It was a thin, flexible rod that was not a whip but a switch. He tapped it lightly against my inner thighs first, thin lines forming across the sensitive skin before moving lower, striking just behind my balls. The precise sting made me yelp as the bell rang rapidly.

My thighs are aching from being restrained for the last thirty minutes or so, but still I manage to raise my bottom up a little more. "Please spank me, Sir. I need to learn how to behave." Despite my enthusiasm for a decent spanking I still wince when the flat of a paddle caresses my right buttock. Whichever Dom is wielding it strokes the implement back and forth across my waiting cheek before lifting it and bringing it down hard. It catches me full across the widest part and hurts like fuck.