Spanked With Ruler Novels & Stories

“Because I avoided you this morning when I should have gone straight to my office to give you a blow job.” Pain shot through her as he smacked her ass again with the ruler, and she cried out before she could bite down on it. She clenched her eyes tighter, already feeling the burning sensation covering her ass. “Exactly!” And then he brought the ruler down on her ass once more. And then again. She pressed down on the desk, bracing against the pain, knowing full well her ass would be a series of welts and stripes when he finished. Tears welled up in her eyes, and as much as she hated it, she couldn’t stop them from falling.

She picked up the long wooden ruler from her desk, the kind with metal edges, thick and heavy, and my stomach clenched. The first smack came fast and hard. Crack. The sting exploded across my right cheek, and my whole body jerked forward. A sharp gasp ripped out of me before I could stop it, and heat bloomed instantly, bright and fierce. She didn’t pause. Another crack, left cheek this time and harder, and the sound echoed in the quiet office. My ass burned, and I bit my lip so hard I tasted copper. Tears stung the corners of my eyes, but she kept going.

I directed when I helped her get into position. “Obedience bench? Does that mean I will be spanked first?” she asked as her arousal began to perfume the room. “The spanking combined with the vibrations of the balls inside you will bring you great pleasure. There’s just one rule aside from using your safe word if it becomes too much for you to handle,” I warned. “What rule is that?” she asked, already a little breathy.

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.

I set the rule. "And if you don’t?" I licked my lips and shrugged. "Would… a spank be a good suggestion?" A slow smirk curled on his lips. "Deal."

—as he drove into me. He reached back and grabbed the ruler again. While he was fucking me, he started to slap the ruler against my stomach and my breasts. Slap. Slap. Slap. The cold wood on my front and his hot meat on my inside was too much. I was a mess of noise and fluids.

“Then you disappeared after finals. Left me with blue balls and fantasies of bending you over my desk.” He pushed me face-down over a low filing cabinet, flipping the tiny skirt up. The dildo was removed with a wet pop, leaving me gaping and leaking. Smith didn’t replace it with his cock right away. Instead, he produced a thick wooden ruler from his briefcase. “Count them, slut. Twenty for every year you made me wait.” The first crack of the ruler across my ass made me yelp. By the tenth I was sobbing and dripping onto the floor. By the twentieth my ass was bright red and burning, my pussy clenching desperately around nothing.

Rafael had cleared his desk in preparation for something. "You've been quite naughty," he said, his tone demanding. "It's time for you to repent for your sins." "In your office?" I questioned, raising an eyebrow. He closed the door behind us and gave me a stern look. "I have a thick paddle with your name on it. When you act like a child, you'll be treated like one." There was an exhilarating thrill in witnessing Rafael's dominant side emerge. I licked my lips provocatively, attempting to distract him from the impending spanking. But he was resolute.

The clamps bit, my nipples throbbing. Next, a long plastic ruler from the table. "Bend over the table." I leaned forward, ass up. The ruler cracked down—sting wider than his hand, leaving red lines. He spanked steady, alternating cheeks. "This is for smiling at him." Each hit mixed pain with the ache in my core. Between strikes, his fingers dipped into my pussy, pumping rough. Pleasure built fast, edging me once. Stopped. More spanks. Tongue followed—licking my slit from behind, sucking my clit while the clamps pulled my nipples down. Edge again, body tensing. Pulled back. Tears welled up. He edged me relentless—fingers curling inside, tongue swirling, ruler spanks breaking the rhythm. Pain

She moved it to my pussy, rolling her fingers around it as thrusted a finger in and I let out a cry. She pulled out, picking up the ruler on the table as she said slowly, “ You should be punished.” She raised it into the air, but there was a knock. “ Come in.”