Novel & Cerita Spanked With A Switch

The sudden mental image of her pregnant with my child almost makes me come right then and there. Instead, I grit my teeth, fight through it, and pull the plug out just a fraction. Before she can even finish gasping, I push the little pink toy back into her ass while pulling slightly out of her pussy, repeating the rhythm. Lila starts scratching at the spanking bench, her fingernails digging deep into the black leather.

The mixture of pleasure and pain was too unreal. "You like that?" A strangled moan was my answer. "I'll make it even more painful then." He spanked the sore flesh again, three consecutive times and I immediately began to try to escape his hold. He did not let me go though. Dice kept spanking my pussy until I looked down and saw that despite the fact that I was dripping uncontrollably, my pussy was also swollen and reddened from his hits. And he did not look like he was done.

“I’m going to give you ten spanks, and I want you to count each one. Understood?” “Yes, sir.” SMACK! Axel’s belt comes whistling down through the air, and I hear the cracking sound before I feel the sensation. Hot, stinging pain.

Elijah resumed to spanking her across both ass cheeks using his hands this time. “Say thank you, Slut. Thank you for giving you the spanking you so desperately needed,” he commanded, rubbing her ass cruelly, making her whimper and moan at the very same time. Her once lovely creamy ass now swollen and red from the numerous spanks. “Thank you! Thank you!” She squealed, and soon she was forced back on her feet. Jackson stood up as well, grabbing the binder clips clamped over her nipples and giving them a little twist. She gasped loudly, letting out a short yelp.

He brought it down across my ass first—sharp crack, sting like a bee’s lash blooming hot. I yelped, my body swinging slightly in the chains. Another strike on my thigh, then the other, red lines rising on my pale skin. The spanking escalated. He set the crop aside for a wider tool—a flat wooden paddle, smooth on one side, studded with small bumps on the other. “Feel this paddle marking you,” he said, swinging it hard against my ass. The impact thudded deep, bruising instantly, tears spilling as I cried out. Left cheek, right, over and over, the rhythm building heats like a fire under my skin. Bruises formed—purple blooms spreading, my ass glowing red and swollen.

she moaned out in shock as he swatted her booty. SPANK! SPANK! "OH!" she moaned out again. SPANK! Calvin took great delight in spanking her big fucking booty. It was such a perfect piece of art, an ass built to be spanked, punished and demolished through hard fucking. SPANK! SPANK! SPANK!

"I can't what? Speak up, sweetie. Are you here for my approval, or do you want another F?" "No!" she shook her head fervently. "No, you can... you can spank me. That's fine. So I, um... what do I do?" I ventured a thin smile. "Assume the position." "Yeah, but... what position? If you want me on your lap you'll have to sit down. Or do I just grab my ankles, or...? You have to throw me a bone, here, Mr. Canon." I let my displeasure show, and the effect was visibly chastening. "First things first, spanking is about punishment, and contrition. If I wanted sass, I'd have brought Taylor over. You have to want my approval more than her, don't you?"

he said as he snapped the switch against my upper thighs not once but twice. I threw my head back with a slight howl of my own. “You’re what’s good for me.” “Good answer. But it won’t stop the spanking.” He laughed and I snarled in response as he continued the round of punishment. My bottom was on fire, heat building throughout my entire body. My pussy ached so much the muscles were clamping and releasing. I was going to lose my mind from intense need and desire. After issuing four more in rapid succession, he tossed the slender piece of wood away, spinning me around to face him.

I sprinted across the street, throwing Tim’s heavy body onto the pavement as I slid on my knees beside my fallen frame. “Tim! Tim, open your eyes!” I sobbed, Tim’s massive hands shaking violently as I gently cradled my own pale, bruised face. A thin streak of dark blood trickled from my hairline, and my body was trembling, gasping for air in tiny, painful wheezes. “Stella...” Tim groaned, my squeaky voice coming out fractured and weak. His brown eyes flickered open, filled with tears as he looked up at me. “I’m... I’m sorry... I ruined... your body...”

"Are you out of your minds? This is illegal! Do you even hear yourselves? It's a crime!" They ignored me. My mom slapped me so hard my vision went fuzzy. I'd been stupid. If they could swap my test scores before, why would they care about breaking the law now? I'd been too soft. I never thought they'd sink this low. Too soft, too blind.