Novel & Cerita Spanked With Ruler

“Please, Sir. Spank me.” “Since you asked so nicely. You will grasp the edge of the desk and bend over. I want a nice target for my ruler.” He smacked the ruler down on each of her thighs. “You know better than that, I want those legs spread wide.” “Sorry, Sir.” “You’re not yet. But you will be.” The ruler smacked down on her buttocks, making her yelp. It wasn’t long until tears welled in her eyes. This was more painful than when they were roleplaying and she knew he was absolutely serious about this being punishment.

My body rocked forward with every plunge. "One," I moaned as he drove in. "Two." Another thrust. He kept the rhythm steady, hips slapping mine. The desk creaked under us. Pleasure coiled tight in my core. "Ten," I panted after the tenth. "Thank you for teaching me." He reached for something on the desk. The ruler. Wooden and flat. "Now we add corrections." The first smack landed on my right cheek while he kept thrusting. Sting bloomed fresh. "Ah!"

As much as it hurts, it feels amazing when he glides his fingertips over my cheeks—better than it would have if he hadn't spanked me first. It’s the pain that makes the pleasure feel like heaven in comparison. Just like my stepdad’s punishments— groundings, menial tasks, bed without supper—exist in order to teach me how to be a better daughter, Mr. Royce’s spanking is firm because he wants me to be a better employee. He spanks me five more times on the right and six on the left. My ass burns like two round embers. He skates his fingers across my flesh, making

I ordered, spanking her cheeks hard—left, right, alternating until they glowed crimson, the handprints blooming like brands. She complied with a whimper, pushing her ass higher, her face buried in the couch cushions. "Spank me more, Alexander—punish me for being late today, for making you wait!" she pleaded, her voice muffled but desperate. I smirked, the memory of her tardiness fueling my strikes. Each slap echoed like a gunshot, her skin jiggling, her cries growing louder. "Yes! Harder—make it sting! I'm sorry, sir—I'll never be late again!"

Her body shook a little and her wiggle caused her long dark hair to sway as it flowed from her head. I realised I'd been a little too firm. I swished again, lower than before. Simone winced once more. A small red mark started to form across the middle of her ass cheek. A few more spanks with the ruler and the count was six. Simone sniffed and I supposed she might be crying. I couldn't do anymore. I said "Please stand, Simone. I think that's enough". She rose slowly and I watched her behind as the skirt slid slowly back down.

His thumb replaces his tongue – pressing against the spit-slicked rim, pushing gently inside while his fingers stay in my pussy. "Your punishment isn't over," he says. His thumb presses deeper into my ass. His fingers curl in my pussy. Both hands working inside me while I lie wrecked over the couch arm. "You thought you'd take a spanking and a paddling and that would be it. But bratty little sluts who break rules on purpose don't get off that easy."

Margo’s eyes widened. “You touched yourself this morning,” he said calmly, tapping the ruler against his palm. “Even after I told you not to. That deserves correction before any further rewards.” “Yes, Sir,” she whispered, already dripping again at the promise of punishment. He moved behind her and rubbed the flat side of the ruler over her still-reddened ass cheeks. “Ten strokes. Count them. Thank me after each one.” The first crack of the ruler landed sharply across both cheeks. Margo gasped, rising onto her toes.

Mila cried out and moved closer to the ladies, who seemed like they were about to rip out each other's eyes. “You better be careful with me. I will make that mouth of yours bleed.” Lillian warned Nora in a strict tone, and Mila yelled her name. “I don't know what the tension is all about, but it seems like you two are at fault. Just apologize and let's live in peace.” Mila pleaded, but Nora scoffed. “I can never apologize when the person at fault hasn't said that yet. She fucking ate all my pancakes.” Nora added with a huff.

Regina got over his lap as instructed. "Normally, I have a slave count out her own punishment, but I want you to repeat something after me each time I swat you, so I'll have Shasta keep track instead. If your hands or feet come off the floor, the spanking will start again from the beginning, so you'd better keep them on the floor or this will become much more painful than it has to be. Are you ready?" "Yes, sir." Swat, "I will always obey my Master." "Ow, that hurt," Regina said, rubbing her ass with her hand, already forgetting.

“Okay, I won't be spanking you on your ass this time. You'd be receiving it on your tits. A total of thirty spanks, fifteen on each of them.” “But—” “And I'll tell you the rules while you are being punished,” he cut me in between while pulling my breast in his hand, and I had to close my eyes to control the moan ready to escape.