Novel & Cerita Spanking Brothers

SPANK! "Thank you...daddy." SPANK! He hit right up the middle making my my pelvis try to grind down, gain some friction somewhere. Anywhere! "Oh god thank you daddy!" "That's right baby. Call me daddy. I want to hear you moan it." His hand caressed my backside. I loved his dirty talk. That alone could get me to cum. Three spanks in a row had me cry out. One slap on each cheek and again in the middle at rapid succession. It stung, but in the best way, which is why I was whimpering and asking for more.

"That way you wouldn't pay much attention to it... Not that it makes it hurt any less, if anything it would have hurt for longer." He reasoned which Sean didn't seem to believe and tried to argue… ​"But—!" SPANK. Before he could speak his soft, fluffy, round ass cheek was met with the rough palm of Alexander. The sound was sharp and violent, a meaty crack that echoed off the red-tinted walls of the suite. Alexander didn’t just slap his ass. He put the full weight of his supernatural strength behind his open palm, slamming it squarely against the center of Sean’s tensed, muscular ass cheek and spanking it hard.

she added, lowering her voice, “remember this family’s image matters. Whatever differences you think you have with your brother, you keep them private. I won’t tolerate public embarrassment.” Adrian stared at the city outside his window, lights blurring slightly. “Is that all?” he asked. “Yes,” she said curtly. “Be a good brother. Be responsible. That’s all I ask.” The line went dead before he could respond. Adrian lowered the phone slowly. Good brother. Responsible. The words echoed hollowly. He sat there for a long moment, the silence pressing in, before letting out a quiet, humorless laugh. Some things never changed.

Her breath hitches, and my cock hardens against her, the sensation making my pulse race. Alyssa's eyes well with tears, and I can't ignore the pang of guilt that stabs me in the chest. How can I sit here, watching her cry, and still feel turned on? But then I remind myself that this is for her own good. She needs this—needs us to punish her to correct her behavior, but I also can't deny the way my body responds to her helplessness. God, I'm as fucked up as King and Niko are. I did some reading on BDSM. I know spankings can trigger an emotional release, and I think that's what King's aiming for—he wants to break her down in order to rebuild her after everything that happened today. Honestly,

he shrugged, “and decided I wasn't going to give up on this thing we have. You're scared, and I understand, but I'm here to make the fear go away.” “Mason, stop this. You're not making any sense. We are siblings!” “Step siblings.” He corrected me like a patient teacher. “You realize you can have sex with anyone you like now, don't you? Why don't you do that?” His face went stoic instantly as if I had said something disgusting. “Do you think this is about sex, Lily?” He asked, his eyes practically shooting daggers at me.

But knowing that didn't stop what was happening. The four brothers shifted into their wolves before my eyes, massive black beasts with eyes like molten gold. They tore at each other with savage fury, ripping and biting and clawing, their snarls echoing through the dark forest like thunder. Knox lunged for Raven's throat. Raven slammed into Nathan's side. Nathan crashed into Caiden, sending them both tumbling across the ground. It was chaos—absolute, uncontrollable chaos. The guards who had accompanied the brothers stood frozen, their faces pale with shock. No one dared to intervene. No one was foolish enough to step between the Bloodmoon brothers when they were in a frenzy.

“We are family, remember? There is nothing strange about the older brother speaking to his brother’s girlfriend. We are just having a conversation.” Even as he said it, the way he looked at me, the way his gaze lingered on my face, made it clear this was far more than a casual conversation. He helped me push the cart, walking beside me, and as we moved through the aisles, he asked me about my day, listened to me complain about Ethan’s recent attitude, and offered comfort without judgment. “I hate seeing you like this,” he said softly, when we reached the quieter section near the back. “Hiding how you feel, biting your tongue just to keep the peace. It breaks my heart.”

All three men were looking at me with hungry eyes. Mr. Brooks stepped right behind me. His big hand rubbed over my ass cheek once, then came down with a sharp smack. The sound echoed in the room. “Ah!” I cried out. He spanked me again, harder this time. “Count them for me,” he said. “One… two,” I managed between breaths. Sarah spoke up. “Uncle Mark, go easy on her.”

The air became heavy, pressurized by the realization of the ultimate trap their father had set. "So whether you like it or not... you’re stuck with me. And I’m stuck with the four of you." For the first time that night, none of the Hart brothers had a quick comeback. The silence stretched, thick and electric. Then Damon’s smirk returned, slower and far more dangerous than before. He stood up, his massive, tattooed frame casting a shadow over the table. "Well, well, well..." he drawled, his eyes raking over me like I was something he was already imagining breaking. "Looks like the game just got interesting."