Spanked With Ruler Novels & Stories

JACE POV I almost messed up this afternoon when meeting Ella. It was only supposed to be an intense spanking, but then I notice the wet she got when I was delivering them and all I wanted to do is thrust my cock inside of her. I had thought that maybe using the ruler would settle both Ella and I down, it only made it worse. By the time I was done, I was harder than a rock and I knew I wasn’t leaving that room without getting a release.

“I know. That’s another reason I want us to slow down.” I placed my hand on his. “Go on.” “One evening, Rory came to me wearing a new shade of scarlet lipstick. She asked me to spank her, told me she’d been very bad. Indeed, she had pocketed the lipstick at a superstore and walked out without paying for it. It stunned me to think she’d go to such lengths to receive punishment. She chose the studded paddle.” I said, “I’ve seen one like it in your basement.” “Yes. It’s about three inches wide and eight inches long. Fastened to the face, dozens of half-inch metal buttons lay in diagonal rows.”

I move the tip of the ruler between her thighs and stroke it down her wet seam in the cotton, making her gasp. “Eva, this isn’t supposed to be pleasurable,” I say coldly. A strangled half-scream comes from her lips as I gently bring the rule down flat against her wet, fabric-clad arousal. “Such a dirty girl.” I slide the tip of the ruler over her red skin. “It’s proof that you were so desperate you fucked your school’s janitor.” I spank her ass cheeks again, watching the way her skin reddens.

He rubbed the ruler over my skin first—flat, slow circles—warming the wood against my flesh. Then the first swat landed—crack—sharp, stinging across both cheeks. I gasped—jerked forward. “Count.” “One.” He didn’t rush. Each swat came measured—left side, right side, center—building heat in slow layers. The ruler stung sharper than his hand—narrower, more focused—leaving thin red lines that bloomed fast. My ass burned—skin tightening, glowing—every impact sending jolts straight to my clit.

Now he’s seeing everything, my pussy completely exposed, and the thought makes me clench inside. He let out a low chuckle, the sound rumbling from his chest, and I felt his hand brush lightly over one of my ass cheeks, his touch rough and warm, making me tense up. “No panties at all? You’re such a slutty little thing, aren’t you, coming to school like this?” He stepped back then, and I heard the desk drawer slide open, followed by the slap of something against his palm—a thick wooden ruler, the kind for drawing straight lines. “This spanking is for every boy you’ve been flashing those dirty pictures to. You’re going to count each one out loud.”

I was still spread open, spread-eagled, and all I needed was to surrender. “Just the thing I was looking for,” I heard him murmur, and I knew the words were for me, to make me curious and anxious enough to make the same mistake of turning my head, except I did not. I fisted the bedsheet, almost ruining the spread until a sharp smack cracked through the silence—a sting blooming across my skin as something flat and strong found me. I gasped, not from pain, but from the delicious shock of it, the way it echoed through me like lightning. “I swear these wooden rulers are so much better than those fancy whips and canes,” Marco said, almost cheerfully, and then landed another strike, firmer and mea

"It wasn't difficult to steal the heart of the ruler of the Beauty Corporation." "You're a good heart stealer, Leon."

He hissed and spanked her bottom with the ruler. The pain surged through Kamala and she squeezed her butt cheeks together as she moaned an “Ow!” She released her grip on her buttocks then Collin spanked hard again” “Oh… ow sir! Please!” She begged, clenching her buttocks together again and wriggling in pain. Collin didn't listen, he kept cussing out and scolding while dashing her hard strokes. Kamala's butt felt number and her pussy squeezed tight as she felt it get wet.

Sarah ran her fingers up my slit making me shiver. "Strike yourself with the paddle," Master said. "It really stings to be struck by it and it doesn't require much force to do it. My slave will really feel it without much effort on your part. Part of the reason I put her in this position is it really limits you to her bottom and backs of her thighs. You'll notice the handle of the Enforcer is shaped like a phallus. At some point during her punishment, you might want to use it on her to give her another orgasm to prepare her for the balance of her spanking."

I can smell his cologne and the coffee on his breath and the proximity makes my pulse spike so hard I can feel it between my legs. "Stand up," his command sends heat rushing through me. I stand. My legs are shaking and I pray he can't tell. "Bend over the desk," he says. My brows knit. "Excuse me?" "You wanted a good enough punishment." He reaches past me and picks up a wooden ruler from the desk tray. It’s eighteen inches with a flat edge, and he taps it against his palm. "Bend over."