Spanked With Ruler Novels & Stories

Kehlani I lunged at Maddie. Tackling her to the floor. We rolled to the floor, hitting, slapping and swinging. It had turned into a mind blowing heated fight between us in the midst of the whole girls. Girls were screaming, shouting, pretty sure recording, as well. Her fingers dug painfully into my neck and it angered me. I forcefully gripped her hands pulling it out of my neck and slapped her hard. We groaned through the fight, coach Taylor trying to separate us but anyone that kept getting in our way ended up getting hurt too.

Janet said, turning her head to speak to him. "I'm Sir to you, not Professor. The second rule is no talking. Now I'm going to have to spank you harder." Before she could protest, down came the ruler on her ass in three quick successions. She knew for a fact that her butt would be super red at that point, especially after being hit with a ruler. Janet felt it as he expertly slid her panties down to her ankles, sliding them off one leg, to leave them dangling on the other.

"You mentioned spanking. Is that really, I mean…I can't see consenting to being beaten." He looked at her directly. "Not beaten. This is way different. We're talking about a spanking on the ass, like with a hand or a crop or some other tool. When you break a rule, you will be punished. That's the way it is. The thing is, the line between pain and pleasure is paper thin. A spanking can be very sensual. You'd be surprised. Remember, you'll have safe words to let me know how you're doing, but you have to use them." Bella nodded slightly, still wide-eyed.

“You have no idea what’s coming.” William gripped the pipe, standing over him, chest heaving. “It ends with you,” he said coldly. He swung the pipe, shattering the console behind Leonard, sparks flying. Leonard lunged suddenly, tackling William into the railing. They struggled, a brutal grapple that rattled the entire deck. Leonard’s hand went for a concealed blade, but William caught his wrist mid‑draw, twisting until the knife clattered to the floor. With a roar, William drove his knee into Leonard’s stomach and hurled him across the deck. Leonard crashed against the window, the glass spiderwebbing under the impact.

“Two.” He works a rhythm, three, four, five, alternating, measuring me out. By seven my thighs tremble. By ten I’m panting into splinters, cock leaking against the table. “Louder,” he says, palm on the small of my back, keeping me there, keeping me his. “Eleven,” I say, louder than sanity wants. There are wolves outside. There is a prince outside. I’m being spanked like an unruly cub in a side room that smells like oil and war.

His voice dropped to a dangerous rumble, making my stomach clamp. Ruslan Orlov, without a doubt, is the reason why my stomach clamps every now and then. Stilling myself for what was coming, my hands quivered on the sink, waiting patiently for my punishment. “Next time,” Spank! “You should never disobey me,” Spank! “No matter what or where we are,” Spank! “If you do, spanking wouldn't be the next punishment, I swear to fuck.” Spank! By the time he stopped spanking my ass, I felt a stinging pain mixed with pleasure.

She doesn't struggle, in fact, those wide eyes are bulging out and she looks frightened. "I didn't mean it that way," Cecily says. He folds her over the hand of the chair and her as comes up. "We've spoken a lot about you being responsible, Princess, why do you keep disobeying my orders?" he asks using a ruler to spank Cecily. The first blows are on her ass cheeks, she squirms, but the real struggle starts when Russell strikes her lower thighs. "I'm sorry," she cries out. "No, you are not. You don't want to be reliable enough when I leave the house without you," he yells put spanking her with the ruler.

"Ow! Did you just...spank me?!" I spanked her again. "And that one was for interrupting me earlier." "You can't spank a student - it's against the rules!" "The same rules that say I shouldn't fuck my students. Do you really want me to go by those rules?" Her eyes squeezed shut in frustration. "No," she huffed. "All right then." I pulled back and calmly but audibly zipped my gear back in my pants. Her face whirled around to look up at me in dismay. "Wait, are you not going to...?!"

**TRIGGER WARNINGS** With each spank, Cadence’s breath hitched and her body flinched involuntarily. The stinging sensation spread across her skin, a constant reminder of her transgression. Yet, despite the pain, she remained obedient, counting each strike aloud as Alberto had commanded. “Two,” she gasped as Alberto’s hand connected with her skin once again, the force of the impact sending a shock wave through her body. The sound of each spank reverberated in the room, filling the air with an uncomfortable tension. Cadence’s mind raced as she tried to endure the punishment, her thoughts consumed by a mixture of pain and shame.

“You know the penalty.” My heart sank. “Punishment.” He walked over to his desk and picked up a wooden ruler. “Bend over the desk. Lift your dress.” I did as he said, my body trembling with a mix of fear and anticipation. He flipped my skirt up, exposing my bare ass. The first strike of the ruler was a sharp, stinging line of fire. I cried out. He struck me again, and again, laying down a pattern of neat, red lines across my skin. The pain was sharp, intense, but it quickly melted into that familiar, throbbing heat that spread through my veins, pooling in my pussy.