Spanking Brothers Novels & Stories

“So Gabriel can spank him!” “Sp-spank?” “Since Samuel is a younger brother, if he does bad things, brother can spank him!” Sp-spank, you say, man! Does he even know who he’s talking about when he says things like that! “I don’t know if scolding him a bit will work on someone like…….” I stopped mid-sentence and shifted my gaze toward the baby lying in the cradle. William in the novel is a terrifying person. A psychopath without blood or tears, who committed murder and torture, blinded by love and jealousy. That ‘obsessive maniac.’

His hand tightened in my hair, tilting my head as the kiss deepened for one dangerous second—hungry, desperate, all teeth and need. I pulled away with a gasp, shoving at his chest. My boundaries snapped back into place like armor. “No. We’re not doing this. Not when you’re still punishing me. Not when Julian’s words about Spain keep echoing. I won’t be your obsession and your revenge in one.”

He spanked me again, harder, the sound echoing through the studio. “You were warned, Lara,” he snarled, spanking me repeatedly. *CRACK. CRACK. CRACK.* Each brutal slap made my ass jiggle and burn. “I told you not to touch yourself. Now look at you — bent over like a cheap whore in front of my actors, your slutty little cunt dripping all over the floor.” The couple was completely frozen, watching wide-eyed as my stepfather spanked my bare ass mercilessly. The humiliation was overwhelming… and it made me cum harder than I ever had in my life.

Susan barked orders at her, no wonder Chris was also rude to her, is this how they treat people. Dad smiled and nodded at me, “Go with Annie, everything is settled.” “By the way, who's Sean?” I decided to ask. “Chris's brother. They don't get along well,” Susan answered. ********* By 8pm I was ready for the party. I was ready to get out of this mansion. My room was too large and pink for my liking and Annie was extremely rude to me, so were the other maids. Is there any more manners around here?. Hopefully this party will cheer me up.

His seductive voice reached my ears. “I-I am so-rry.” I tried to say because he still had his fingers inside my mouth. “Don't apologize.” He pulled the fingers out and trailed them from my neck to my anal opening. “From today onwards you'll be maintaining a spreadsheet of your fuck times with me and my brothers. I know it.” “I-I will,” I said even though it sounded almost comical. I figured till I get hold of the situation, it's better to agree with him. “Good, then you're going to receive forty spanks on your juicy ass. Twenty on each,” he announced and rubbed my butts lightly.

" Raphael didn’t move. Didn’t flinch. His smirk remained. Cool. Controlled. But Xavier saw it. Behind the smirk—the tremor. The ache. Before he could speak again, a thunderous crack broke the tension. The King slammed his scepter to the marble floor. "Commander Xavier!" his voice thundered. "Step away from your BROTHER!" Xavier froze. His jaw tightened, teeth grinding. But he obeyed. He stepped back. Silent. Tense. Burning. "You are the future king," the King boomed. "The sword and shield of our empire. Then explain—what happened last night?"

he asks still feeling brave. "A little is someone who goes into a younger headspace, the dominant person would take the daddy or mommy role, taking care of the little giving them rules, making sure they don't get in trouble, punishing them if needed," I say, the last part isn't always fun, well not for the littles while in their little space, but for big boys in bed, spanking could be kind of fun. "You ever...you had a..." he says waving with his hand, he means if I got a little before.

By morning, we were sore, marked with hickeys and handprints, but hungry for more. Saturday was spent outdoors on the private dock. Naked under the sun, the brothers shared us openly. Derek lay back on a lounge chair while Sophie rode his cock and I sat on his face. Marcus stood beside us, feeding his dick into my mouth, then Sophie’s, then back again. They bent us over the railing, alternating between our pussies and asses, spanking us red as the lake water lapped below. At one point they had us both bent over, side by side, and took turns switching between us—fucking one for ten strokes, then the other. The filthy wet sounds and our mingled moans created a symphony of depravity.

“Feel how wet you are for the stepbrother you claim to hate. Go on. Touch yourself while I turn this perfect ass red.” She made a broken sound but didn’t pull her hand away. I watched her fingers move, hesitant at first, then surer, circling her clit while I resumed the spanking. Every time my palm landed she pushed back into it, chasing the sting, her own fingers working faster. The wet sounds of her touching herself mixed with the sharp crack of skin on skin. My cock ached so hard it bordered on pain, trapped against the front of my shorts, but I didn’t free it. Not yet. This was about making her unravel first.

“Do you think Rosa would be proud of what you have become? Can’t you see what you're becoming?” “No, look at yourself, Grant,” Caden shot back. “You’re so fucking pathetic and damaged, and I cannot wait—” The next three seconds happened so fast I would have missed it if I blinked. Grant rushed to Caden, his fists slamming right into his jaw. “Grant!” “Caden!” Mother and I yelled. I hurried over to Caden, and Mother held Grant back, both of them staring daggers at each other. “Oh, isn’t it a little too early to show her who you really are?” Caden spat bitterly, wiping the blood from the corner of his mouth. “Careful, Grant. Your perfect bride might start asking questions.”