Spanking Court Novels & Stories

She could feel the cool fabric of the bed beneath her, a stark contrast to the heat that still lingered on her palms from the earlier punishment. With deliberate movements, Alberto positioned himself behind her, his presence looming over her as he prepared to administer the next phase of her discipline. “Count each spank aloud,” he commanded, his voice brooking no disobedience. Cadence nodded, her heart pounding in her chest as she braced herself for the impending punishment. She knew that each spank would serve as a reminder of her failure, a physical manifestation of the consequences of her actions. Without further warning, Alberto’s hand came down sharply against Cadence’s exposed flesh,

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.

"Are you ready for your spanking, little one?" "Yes, Master." Dad had finished too. He and mother both stood up, Dad saying, "Come along, Dawn. You don't get to skip the last of your spankings either." "No, Master Dan." Dawn got to her feet. There was a large living room in the house with many comfortable seating areas scattered around, with one big chair the focal point of the room, almost like a throne. I imagine it was where Brianna held court for indoor meetings. I didn't hear any announcements, but the room soon filled with slaves coming to witness the punishments. Dad sat in the big chair.

Nova POV. Brattiness is not my thing, my bum stands witness to that, I ended up being punished through the day ending up with a spanking. That was last week, ever since I decided to act like a good puppy, not wanting to have a round two of having all my privilege taken and corner time and a spanking. Spankies should be banned from hell, aren't we in a bad enough place why add another punishment, maybe that's how daddy punishes the souls that end up here.

He flipped my skirt up and thrust into me hard from behind. “Fuck, Mia. You sucked me during the verdict. So fucking filthy.” He pounded me mercilessly, robe open, one hand over my mouth, the other gripping my hip. “Take every inch of your married judge’s cock while the whole courthouse is right outside.” “Yes, Sir,” I moaned into his palm. “Harder. Ruin your secret intern right here on the defendant’s table. I’m so full of you already from this morning.” He spanked my ass sharply, the sound echoing in the empty room. “You love this, don’t you? Getting bred by a man old enough to be your father while your real father sits ten feet away in the audience. Beg for it.”

“Stop it! Stop it this instant!” After seeing her struggle and the look on her face that seemed to say ‘Who gave you the right to spank me’, Sean’s suppressed rage started flaring up again. There was coldness between his brows. “Will you dare do something like that again?” Suddenly, Jane found this entire ordeal extremely absurd. Only disobedient children would get spanked on their buttocks, no? After parents spanked their child on the buttocks, they would then seize the wailing child and ask them if they would dare commit the same mistakes again.

i am sure his whole palm must be printed on my ass by now ,pain is too much I can't take it anymore I Spank Told Spank You Spank I Spank Don't Spank Want Spank Another Spank Sound Spank Out Spank Of Spank Your Spank Mouth Spank Other Spank Than Spank Counting Spank Now Spank Count Spank Or Spank This Spank Is Spank Going Spank To Spank Go Spank Till Spank Night Spank One...

"I can't what? Speak up, sweetie. Are you here for my approval, or do you want another F?" "No!" she shook her head fervently. "No, you can... you can spank me. That's fine. So I, um... what do I do?" I ventured a thin smile. "Assume the position." "Yeah, but... what position? If you want me on your lap you'll have to sit down. Or do I just grab my ankles, or...? You have to throw me a bone, here, Mr. Canon." I let my displeasure show, and the effect was visibly chastening. "First things first, spanking is about punishment, and contrition. If I wanted sass, I'd have brought Taylor over. You have to want my approval more than her, don't you?"

I ordered, spanking her cheeks hard—left, right, alternating until they glowed crimson, the handprints blooming like brands. She complied with a whimper, pushing her ass higher, her face buried in the couch cushions. "Spank me more, Alexander—punish me for being late today, for making you wait!" she pleaded, her voice muffled but desperate. I smirked, the memory of her tardiness fueling my strikes. Each slap echoed like a gunshot, her skin jiggling, her cries growing louder. "Yes! Harder—make it sting! I'm sorry, sir—I'll never be late again!"

I clarified liking this already looking from Lauren to Cora who was wishing I'd do her a favor with her pleading eyes. “I’ll put a wager to spice it up, that you’d cum from being spanked. The loser will be the three hole slut for the whole of tomorrow for anyone in this house.” Lauren said with such a confidence that got me even scared myself, I knew spanking was a thing but I’d never heard that people cum from being spanked.