Spanking Geschichten Romane & Geschichten

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.

“Then tell me to stop.” I didn’t. I couldn’t. He pulled me off the counter, spinning me to face the counter, my hands on the marble. “Spread your legs,” he ordered, his voice rough. I obeyed, trembling as he slid my robe up, baring my ass. His hand smacked my cheek, the sting making me moan. “You like that, don’t you?” he said, spanking me again, harder. “Answer me.” “Yes,” I whimpered, my pussy dripping. “Please, Gio…”

13 - All for Daddy Chelsea My pussy throbbed at his words. “Bunny,” I said, trying not to sound too excited. I had read about spanking in romance books and they made me squirm with arousal. I always wanted to try it but never got the chance. Until now. Getting spanked by a man who was twice my age should have made alarm bells ring in my head, but instead, I was getting hornier. Because I knew he would stop if I wanted to.

“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.

Every spank was perfectly placed, overlapping welts, building heat until my ass felt like it had been dipped in lava. By fifteen I was sobbing openly with my snot smearing the table, and my thighs trembling. By twenty-five my pussy was clenching rhythmically, my squirt was dripping down my naked legs. He stopped spanking me after thirty. There was silence in the room except for my ragged breathing and the wet sound of my own arousal. Then the slow, deliberate clink of his belt buckle followed shortly. My whole body tensed as I tilted my neck in his direction to take a quick look at him.

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.

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.