Novel & Cerita Spanking Geschichten

"I can't let this thing go unpunished!" What? "Brace yourself; you are going to get 10 spankings." My eyes widened even more when he started pulling my pants down. ~~~~ You naughty naughty readers 😈 I know what you are looking for ;-) and it is waiting for you in the following chapters 😁

I say and try to keep my tears at bay, but I can't. The spanking continued, and I liked it at first, but every time I stopped counting, he had to start all over again, and there was only a little my bum could bear. By the time I was able to count to 15 for each ass cheek without stopping. I had cried a rainfall in his room, and my ass hurt like hell.

Spank Spank Spank He spanked her constantly, She felt insanely stupid for moaning and crying at a time, She felt like screaming, shouting, to pull something, she wanted to escape but her body was failing her every action, it like her body was bound to behave to him “You” she moaned loudly at the contact of his hand at her rare end He then hosted her up making her sit on his lap, her face looked red with all the crying moaning, and she looked like a red apple now He placed his lips on her cheek and sucked her tears, kissed her eyes and nose tip, making her blush more at his caring and dominant self “Remember princess, you are mine, you belong to me, only me to kiss, touch, please you, you let

He simply backed her against a stack of boxes, one hand gripping her chin, the other sliding straight under her skirt. “No panties,” he confirmed, voice low and dangerous. “And you teased me the entire lecture. You’re going to learn what happens when you break the rules, little girl.” He spun her around, bending her over a sturdy table piled with old books. Her skirt flipped up, exposing her bare ass and dripping pussy. “Hands flat. Don’t move,” he ordered. The first smack landed hard. Elena gasped, the sound echoing in the small room. He spanked her thoroughly — firm, measured strokes that left her ass burning and her pussy aching even more.

she gasped, pushing back against me. I spanked her right ass cheek hard, the sharp crack ringing out over the water. Her flesh jiggled deliciously, turning a pretty pink almost instantly. I alternated between cheeks, spanking her in a steady rhythm. Elena pushed back onto my cock eagerly, meeting every powerful thrust with equal fervor. “Spank me more! I’ve been such a bad mommy letting my son’s best friend breed me like this,” she whimpered, her voice breaking with pleasure.

I’m easily confused in this state. We’re not following the script anymore, the script that keeps my fantasies safe. But even though my head’s in a bit of an uproar, I’m still wet and still eager to have Mike—Daddy, I mean—paddle my ass. He flips up my short plaid skirt. Runs his hand over my cotton-clad ass. I force myself to squirm away, but I’m sure he can tell I’m rubbing myself against him, not trying to escape. “You’ve been bad, Cherise. I’m going to spank your bare bottom, like the heroine in that appalling book.” It sounds so corny that I can’t help laughing, although I try to disguise it with a groan.

“Fuck me, Jake. Fill Mommy’s cunt while I keep eating my baby girl.” Jake didn’t hesitate. He gripped her wide hips and slammed into her in one brutal thrust. Sarah cried out into my pussy as he bottomed out, balls-deep. The force pushed her face harder against me. He started pounding her immediately—hard, deep strokes that made her heavy tits swing and slap together.

The other hand came down hard on my ass. The slap echoed through the room and I moaned. The sting was sharp and immediate, heat blooming across my ass cheek. He slapped the other side just as hard. "Count," he growled. "One Sir." He spanked me over and over, alternating cheeks, each strike harder than the last. My ass was on fire, the skin burning, tears pricking at my eyes from the intensity of it. But underneath the pain my pussy was dripping, aching, begging to be filled again.

He has so much stamina. He stalks towards No. 2, yanks her forward by her leash, and bends her over to the table beside No. 3. ... And she happily arches her back, shaking her ass to call out to him faster. He doesn’t waste time... he slams into her from behind, spanking her ass so hard as he do that it leaves red marks on it. “Count,” he growls. “One!” she and he spanks her again. “Two!!”

"He didn't waste time with talk. He just... he drove into me. It hurt for a second, Bridge. Not a bad hurt, but that 'too much' kind of hurt. He stretched me until I thought I’d break. And then he just started hammering. No rhythm, no grace, just raw power. He was marking me. Every shove felt like he was saying 'mine.'" "And you?" Bridget asked, her own breathing sounding shallow. "What did you do?" "I screamed," I said plainly. "I didn't care who heard. I scratched that expensive mahogany desk until my nails hurt. I called him Professor. I think that’s what did it. When I said his title while he was buried inside me, he just snapped. He hit my clit with his hand and kept thrusting until I s