Spanking Erotica Novels & Stories

She should so be out the door, and yet here she was, stripping down to nothing in his bedroom so he could spank her. A shiver worked up her body. Anticipation coiled in her belly. Anticipation? It made no sense to her. The idea of being spanked was repugnant, and yet somehow it all seemed so…enticing and erotic. His hand on her ass. Marking her. Exerting his dominance over her. She was out of her damn mind. But that wasn’t a new thought. Signing the contract in the first place made her sanity questionable.

Swearing deeply that he would f*ck this lady hard, he turned her around and spanked her *ss, periodically spreading her butt–cheeks to expose her sl*t from behind. Feeling his hard d*ck pressing on her butt, she wriggled again to slid it inside her c*nt, but he backed away and slapped her *ss once more. Seeing him provoked cheered her up. Despite being hurt, the mixture of lust and pain kept her wanting more of his spanking. With that, she dropped her chest to the couch, raised her *ss before shaking it with excitement. Unable to control the contraction within her walls, upon touching her lips from behind, she squirted on his trousers.

My walls fluttered and pulsed, squirting slick all over his shaft and the chaise beneath us as the pleasure ripped me apart. But they didn’t stop. “That’s one,” Axel grunted, voice dark with promise as he railed me senseless. “We’re not stopping until you’re a shaking, sobbing, well-fucked mess. Now beg for the next one while Zara keeps those tits nice and tended to.” Zara bit down on my nipple just hard enough to make me cry out again, her tongue immediately soothing the sting as her fingers twisted the other. I was already trembling, pussy still spasming around Axel’s cock, ass burning from the thorough spanking, breasts aching and marked from Zara’s hungry mouth.

"You're never going to be anything but disobedient. You will always need stern punishment and hard fucking." The vision of her draped over my lap, her reddened bottom on display for all the world to see as I spanked her, discipling the disobedient woman was almost too much. My balls swelled, screaming for relief. I could almost feel the sting in my hand from the intensity of her spanking, one hard smack coming after the other in rapid succession. I could see the way her face twisted in a combination of pleasure and pain as he body wiggled, trying desperately to keep her position.

She screamed as she came, her pussy squirting gushing juice all over my hand, her thighs, and the couch. “I’m spanking this pussy because I’m your dad, and it needs discipline. I know this slut pussy wants to get fucked. Look at you coming like a whore squirting all over Daddy’s hand.” I rubbed her spasming pussy lightening my spanks to almost nothing, making her ride out the orgasm. “Is this what you had in mind for our movie nights?” I slid my hand down from her neck and pinch and pull her nipple. She screamed and her body shook even harder. “Daddy doesn’t know if he likes this, baby girl.”

I pushed Hannah onto her back and settled between her legs, my mouth finding her core while Maddox, following my hissed commands, worshipped her breasts, sucking and biting her nipples until she was arching off the couch. "Let’s switch," I said. I lay back, pulling Hannah on top of me. "Scissor me," I breathed. She understood. She positioned herself above me, our legs interlocking, our wet folds sliding together. The sensation was electric, slick and hot. I reached up, grabbing her magnificent ass, spanking it— smack!-the sound crisp in the room. She cried out, grinding down harder. "Yes fuck, grind on me... Daddy's money bought this whole week, and this is the best fucking purchase yet.." I

The sting made me clench, made me wetter. He kept spanking left cheek, right, left again—each crack sharper, the heat spreading like wildfire. I came fast, pussy spasming around him, juices splashing the pew cushion.. He didn’t slow. He fucked me harder, the pew sliding inch by inch, banging into the next row. His hand never stopped spanking in rhythm with his thrusts, my ass glowing red, the pain turning to pure pleasure. “That's it—squeeze me,” he growled. “Milk Daddy’s cock while I mark this ass.”

“You can either stay quiet or get a few more spankings if you keep trying to break free.” I swallow nervously at the explicit threat. “Forget what you think is right or wrong. We’re a couple, but don’t make me jealous for nothing, Lyana. I’ll return the favor with interest. ” He uses his free hand to grip my chin a little tightly. “I’m not a prince, we’re not in a dream, and reality is much more painful than you can imagine.” He pauses, wipes my cheek, then moves his hand down to my breasts and uses his fingers to slowly caress the sensitive skin until my nipple is erect. “I’m going to fuck you because I can’t stand holding back the pain of not knowing what it’s like to be inside you. But ne

I cried out, the sound turning into a moan as he kneaded the stinging flesh roughly. “Say it properly.” “I’m a filthy slut,” I whimpered, pushing my ass back toward him like a bitch in heat. My nipples scraped against the hood through my tank top, rock hard and aching. Tears of overwhelmed lust pricked my eyes. The spanking continued—five, six, seven hard smacks alternating between cheeks until my ass burned crimson and my thighs were slick with arousal running down them. Each slap sent jolts straight to my clit. I was grinding against the hood now, humping it shamelessly.

“Already soaked and clenching around nothing. You really are my filthy little blackmailer, aren’t you?” His big hand came down hard, spanking my swollen pussy with a loud, wet smack. I cried out sharply, jerking forward on the desk. The sting mixed with unbearable pleasure and made my clit pulse violently. “Answer me, Zara.” “Yes, Sir. I’m your filthy little slut.” I moaned, pushing my ass back toward him. He spanked my cunt again, harder this time, two thick fingers sliding through my dripping folds afterward and spreading me open obscenely.