Spanking Court Novels & Stories

“Breeding she-wolves need to feel their mate’s dominance more than anyone else.” The word “spanking” echoes in my mind, almost as if it’s some foreign term from another language. I know exactly what it means, but it seems impossible that I could truly be in this predicament. I’ve known plenty of punishments in my time, but none like this. None from someone who actually cares about me, and none that excite me despite my better judgment.

He pressed her hips down with one hand, the other hand giving hard and painful spanks to her exposed ass, covered only in a tiny, white g-string pantie. His actions were becoming more brutal and degrading with each passing moment. This time, Kourtney surrendered herself to the humiliating assault. She knew she was going to need severe therapy if she ever survived this ordeal. She'd never felt so dirty… so filthy in her entire life. She thought there was no use fighting anymore. But only one name echoed in her mind as she closed her eyes to finally accept her miserable fate - Sebastian Woods! After spanking her to his satisfaction, the man flipped her again to lie on her back.

It was quite clear that he was definitely enjoying my ordeal. "How many spanks do you think would suffice for these mistakes?" He asked. "I am not a kid that you will spank," I retaliated. "You are everything that I want you to be," he shot back, his words dripping with possessiveness, "and be glad that I am leaving you just by spanking." What a joke! "I believe five spanks for each mistake should suffice to start," His hand pressed against my buttock, a chilling sensation that sent shivers down my spine. "Now, count for me."

“You won’t be needing to sit down, my love, we'll be standing on a pew during the ceremony. “But what about later?” “Are you trying to negotiate the terms of your punishment?” “No, no. I was just stating the obvious.” “It is obvious to me you need a good lesson, let's make it 10 spank for each cheek then.” “No!” I screamed as the first big spank went down my ass, “Oww!” “I don’t hear you counting” Smack “Two.” Smack “Three” Smack “Four, five, six, seven, eight, nine, ten.”

She stared at him, not sure whether or not he meant what he said. “You’re really going to spank me?” She couldn’t believe he would actually do it. Who spanked another adult? Hell, kids didn’t even get spanked these days. They were just shoved in a chair and told to think about what they did wrong.

Yeah, yeah. I know you want to get to the part where I have sex with Jackson but it’s important that I go through things how they happen. I’ll be quick, though. See, that spanking is a really significant thing because it changes everything for me. I mean, sure, some of that has to do with the simple fact that I now understand there are consequences but that’s not the sum total. I mean, I also can just stop at any time.

My thighs are aching from being restrained for the last thirty minutes or so, but still I manage to raise my bottom up a little more. "Please spank me, Sir. I need to learn how to behave." Despite my enthusiasm for a decent spanking I still wince when the flat of a paddle caresses my right buttock. Whichever Dom is wielding it strokes the implement back and forth across my waiting cheek before lifting it and bringing it down hard. It catches me full across the widest part and hurts like fuck.

I can feel him massage my cheeks, readying them for his punishment. "Spread your legs, sweetness. I want to see how fast you get aroused." Jory orders, so I open my legs for all to see. "You will receive twenty spankings, Baby Doll. Are you ready?" Merrick asks as he reaches between my legs briefly. "Yes, Sir. I'm ready for my punishment." "Can you tell me why you are receiving these spankings, Baby Doll?" "Because I was disrespectful, Sir." "Yes, but I also think you need this. You are too on edge, and this will help calm you. It will give you a better mind frame for what we must do."

“All right! I get it! I’ll never go to a club again!” I stopped spanking, resting my hand on her ass. “Bailey, this isn’t about you going to a club. It’s not even about going to a club that caters to kink.” “It’s not? Then why in the hell are you spanking me?”

Maverick ignored me, spanking my ass so hard it felt like it was on fire. Could someone die from a spanking? I was sure I would as his paddle-like hand came down again and again on my backside. I screamed, cried, and begged, all to no avail. When he moved to my thighs, I screamed louder. “Please, Maverick , I’ll be good, I swear. A particularly hard swat landed on my thighs, and I cried out, no longer able to hold back the tears. “You will address me as Sir or Daddy while you are getting your spanking, is that clear?”He orders. His words sounded so dirty that instead of crying out, I let out a pitiful moan. Maverick changed his spanks to land at the crease of my thighs and ass.