Spanking Geschichten Novels & Stories

I opened my legs wider. "Five spanks for coming late and five spanks for not following my order. You will count, okay?" Only the word 'spank' turns me on. I'm hell ready for the spanking. "Now count." His palm landed on my butts. "One, Master." He's fondling my hips. "Good Girl." Smack. "Two." Smack. I jumped, he spanked me harder this time. "Thre," he cut me off with another spank. My butts are burning and my core is dripping wet.

It comes out a whimper. “You’ve seen what I can do,” he continues, as if encouraged. “Don’t you want to try it for yourself? Don’t you want me to spank your ass, so you can be a good girl for Daddy?” Never in my life would I have thought I’d be into spanking or Daddy-kink. Yet here I am, squeezing my legs together at the mere mention of it.

he groaned, increasing his tempo, he was fucking me, whatever he did before today was vastly different from this, this felt like he was going to destroy my insides, this felt incredible. My legs shook, “Not now slut.” he says spanking my butt, I whimper, the sting sharp but it soon gave way to tiny spikes of pleasure. Another spank again as he stroked, I cried out, he reached forward, spanking my tits this time. “Oh yes daddy.” I cry, I didn’t know I was super into spanking until he does it, again and again, until both breasts were red and raw, both ass cheeks were the same, I had come over and over but it was not enough for him.

The next day, Emma arrived at Romero's office with a fake smile plastered on her face. Her body still ached from the night before. Romero's hard cock had stretched her pussy. Her nipples were still tender from the hot wax. All the spanking and flogging had left red marks on her ass and thighs. She wore a shorter, tighter black skirt today that barely reached mid-thigh. Her long dark hair was tied in a neat ponytail, perfect for Romero to grab while fucking her from behind.

So helpless. "Count," he commanded. His hand came down hard on my right ass cheek. The sound was sharp and loud in the quiet room. It stung. A hot, sharp pain. "One," I gasped. His hand came down on the other cheek. Just as hard. "Two." He started spanking me in a steady rhythm. Left, right, left, right. Each smack was a sharp, stinging blow. The pain was building, a hot fire spreading across my ass. I tried to stay still, but my body was jerking with each impact.

“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 instructed, pushing between my shoulder blades until my chest met the cold surface. I gasped at the temperature shock against my breasts, my nipples hardening instantly. "Spread your legs wider," he commanded, kicking my feet apart with his own. I complied, feeling utterly exposed and vulnerable. His hand came down hard on my ass, the sound echoing through the kitchen. "Count," he demanded. "One," I gasped. Another slap, harder this time. "Two!" By the time we reached six, my ass was burning, and I was embarrassingly wet. His fingers trailed between my legs, confirming just how aroused the spanking had made me.

"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.

He picked up the pace, slamming his balls deep into my pussy as he fucked me non stop. "Spank my ass, I've been a bad girl...". He cut me off with a resounding spank. "Ohh...fuck". It sent me over over the edge. "You like that?" "Yes", I moaned. "Don't stop fucking me. I'm gonna cum". He spanked my other ass cheek. "Punish me. I've been such a bad girl....Fuuuucckkk!", I screamed, as my orgasm hit. He stopped fucking me, but i kept slamming my pussy into him as my orgasm washed over me. "Your dick is so good, Frank".

Then he kicked my legs apart, forcing me to spread them wide. My sundress was shoved up roughly over my hips, exposing my black lace panties. I heard the sharp sound of fabric tearing as he ripped them off in one brutal motion. A broken whimper escaped my lips. “You still want to lie to my face?” he growled. His large hand came down hard on my bare ass in a sharp, stinging spank that made me cry out. “I wasn’t lying!” I gasped. Another hard slap landed on the other cheek, then another, and another. He spanked me in a steady, punishing rhythm, left, right, left, right, each strike harder than the last until my skin burned and my legs shook uncontrollably.