Spanking Erotica Novels & Stories

he ordered. “One,” I whispered, my cheeks burning. Another hard slap landed on the left cheek that made the heat intensity instantly. “Two.” He kept going, spanking me steadily until my full ass glowed red and throbbed with heat. Each smack sent fresh sparks straight to my clit and by the time he reached ten, I was panting, my hips rocking back involuntarily, my pussy visibly glistening with arousal. He kicked my feet wider apart, spreading me open. I heard his belt buckle open, then the rustle of fabric as he freed himself. The heavy weight of his cock rested against my ass for a moment before he dragged the broad head through my slippery folds.

I was dripping, actual strings of slick running down my inner thighs. “Fuck, look at you,” he growled, eyes devouring every inch. “That pretty pink cunt is soaked. Clit all swollen and peeking out like a desperate little slut.” He reached down and dragged two thick fingers through my folds, spreading my juices everywhere. “So fucking wet for your tutor’s cock. You’ve been fantasizing about this since the first spanking, haven’t you?” “Yes,” I moaned, hips jerking forward as he circled my clit slow and teasing. “Every night. I touch myself thinking about you spanking my ass red then fucking me stupid. I cum whispering your name like a pathetic little whore.”

One hand slid around to my front—cupping my breast again, pinching and rolling the nipple while the other cracked down on my ass in a sharp, stinging spank. I cried out—walls fluttering around him. “Again,” I gasped. “Spank me again—please—” He did—harder this time—palm landing with a wet smack that echoed across the water. Then another. And another. Each spank pushed me higher—heat blooming across my skin, blending with the deep ache of his cock stretching me open. “You’re dripping down my thighs, baby,” he growled—voice shaking now. “Soaking my cock. Such a dirty little slut for Daddy’s dick. Gonna come again? Gonna squeeze me so tight I can’t hold back?”

“I enjoy being spanked far more than I would admit to anyone else.” I pull out of his ass to spank him until his ass is pink and he is dripping pre-cum while moaning my name and then slam into his ass hard and fast. I feel my heat rise as my body goes into another wave while I shoot my load and Adonis sprays the coffee table in streams of sticky white. However my heat brings on his rut and as soon as I pull out of his ass, he has me on my back on the floor while he pounds my boy pussy and my cock shoots load after load.

As soon as she lets out a muffled scream and starts to cum, I bring my hand down on her ass hard, spanking her as she cums and I join her, shooting my load all over her ass and pussy. As soon as she feels the hot braids of my cum hit her, she screams my name again and rocks her hips even faster, so fucking greedy for every bit of pleasure she can get. I keep spanking her ass, turning both her cheeks a fire red until I’m sated in more ways than one and we’re both panting and trying to catch our breath.

Delight painted her face, moans escaping her lips and growing louder with each resounding smack. Her ass, with its gratifying softness, responded to each spank with a rhythmic bounce. Witnessing this sensual dance fueled his growing arousal, intensifying the magnetic allure between them. "Oh, fuck," she gasps, succumbing to ecstasy's embrace, her form quivering. Dexter's groan resonates, his breath a chilling serenade near her ear, "You've got such a nice ass, doll," he remarks, punctuating his words with another spank. "I could spank it all day."

he spanked my ass again, this time harder than the first few times and another moan escape my lips. My body system works so weirdly, he's being spanking me and every normal person would be feel so much pain in their butts, but I'm not, I'm feeling so horny instead and I could feel my pussy dripping already... why? Could it be because he promised to fuck me senseless until my legs becomes useless? "Fuck! She ain't even saying any bloody thing!" he hissed in a pissed off tone. He stopped spanking me, he grabbed my hair and yanked it back, making me raise my head slightly, before squatting to my level and looked me straight in the eyeballs.

Not from the pain, but from how my body's reacting to his spanks. At first, it's straight pain, igniting through me without remorse. But after ten or so spanks, the burn starts to turn to pleasure, a tantalizing flush of energy. My mind wanders to how defenseless I am, and the sounds of daddy's assault on my bottom, which change from an unpleasant pitch to heavenly music to my ears. Slowly my mind turns my vulnerability into an erotic delight, my core heating up the further into my punishment I go. I shiver and my pussy quivers, absorbing the vibration of daddy's hand and transferring it to my lips and clit. The wetness of my cunt can't be overstated.

Dave paused, giving her time to adjust. “Are you okay, baby?” he asked gently. Erica nodded. “Do you want to stop?” he asked again. “No,” Erica replied breathlessly. Satisfied, Dave began spanking her in earnest. Erica yelped, whimpered, and gasped, her bottom turning red under his firm hand. He stopped to rub her heated cheeks tenderly, then slid his fingers under her panties, finding her soaking wet. Dave’s fingers slid easily into her warm, inviting entrance. He pumped them in and out slowly, teasing her, working her up until she was moaning and rocking her hips to meet his hand. He chuckled softly, pulling his fingers out just as she was building toward release.

She jumps, startled by my sudden spank, and I hear a faint gasp escape her lips. Smack! Smack! Smack! Repeatedly, my hand meets her buttocks, her moans blending with the sound of my strikes. The scent of her arousal fills the air, and I can feel the heat radiating from her body as I continue to spank her. Her once fair skin turns red with my fingerprints on them. I don’t even count how many spanks I give her because I focus solely on disciplining her. As my fury dissipates, I take a deep breath and let go of her hair. The sound of her heavy breathing echoes through the room as she leans her head against the wall. I can smell the faint scent of sweat mixed with her perfume. The intensity of t