Novel & Cerita Spanking In The Woods

It was quite clear that he was definitely enjoying my ordeal. "How many spanks do you think would suffice for these mistakes?" He asked. "I am not a kid that you will spank," I retaliated. "You are everything that I want you to be," he shot back, his words dripping with possessiveness, "and be glad that I am leaving you just by spanking." What a joke! "I believe five spanks for each mistake should suffice to start," His hand pressed against my buttock, a chilling sensation that sent shivers down my spine. "Now, count for me."

He rubbed the spot soothingly, then delivered another smack to the other cheek — harder this time. “Count them for me, princess,” he said, voice calm and steady. “Ten spanks for coming home so late and dressed like you wanted attention from boys who don’t deserve you.” “One…” I breathed as the third smack landed. By the fifth, my ass was warm and tingling, and I was dripping down my thighs. Marcus noticed. He paused to slide his fingers back between my legs, pumping them slowly inside me while he continued the spanking with his other hand. “Six… seven… oh God, Daddy—” My voice broke into a moan as his fingers curled perfectly against that sweet spot inside me.

“When I am spanking you, you are not allowed to move or to make a noise. If you do, I start over.” I started to tremble. How many spanks was I going to get and would I be able to endure it? He went back to rubbing my bottom where he just spanked, and the sting was replaced with a deep heat. I realized I was even more wet than I was a moment before, and I wanted him to spank me again.

“You wouldn’t put me down! You’ve hit me plenty of times—so what if I hit you twice?” His eyes darkened, sharp with a dangerously calm fury. He gripped my jaw, his fingers rough but not painful. “Spanking,” he said slowly, mockery dripping from every syllable, “is a form of sexual suggestion. Is this how you plan to handle our divorce?” My breath caught. Sexual? My cheeks flamed. “That’s ridiculous!” I protested. “You started it! You were spanking me for years—since I was fifteen! How is it discipline when you do it, but something else when I do?”

"Bend over, kitten." I leaned over the cold wood, my ass up, cheeks burning with shame and excitement. His hand cracked down on my right cheek, a sharp spank that stung. I yelped, but he did it again on the left. "Quiet," he whispered, his breath hot on my ear. "This is for being such a tease in those tight skirts." He spanked harder, alternating sides, each hit building heat in my skin. As he did, he leaned in, whispering dirty things. "You like this, don't you? Your pussy's getting wet for your boss. Imagine my cock inside you, stretching that virgin hole."

I had to take tips from Mom on that. "Unbuckle your shorts button," he ordered, and I didn't, ignoring my burning face. "I will spank you twenty-five times, and after every spank, you will apologize to me for not slapping Logan that day." My shorts fell on my ankle when he removed his hand from my ass. I pulled my legs out of it, kicking it aside. As I was wearing a seductive lace thong, I shivered slightly when I felt his large, rough hand touch my almost-naked ass.

Some conversation took place between them before he started hitting her again, very rapidly. I winced in sympathy on her behalf even if she looked like she was high on the hits. How could anyone find being spanked like a child in front of other people arousing? That sounded like a recipe for utter humiliation to me. The spanks went on for so long, I turned away from them, something about the way his hands were moving disturbed me a great deal.

spank Come on baby say you're mine. I increased the thrust of my fingers. “fuck.. Vel… say you're mine.” Spank… I slapped her ass ten times, her buttocks turned red as my palm print appeared on it. “Fine, I'm yours. I'm yours only when we are indoors but when we are outside I'm just your best friend's daughter.” Spank…. I splanked her ten more times, angered by her words. I resumed fingering her.

He immediately flipped me onto my stomach like I weighed nothing, yanked my hips up high, and slammed his massive cock balls-deep into my already destroyed asshole in one savage thrust. I screamed into the pillow. Jake started pounding my ass with merciless force — no warmup, no mercy, just pure brutal ownership. His hips crashed violently against my reddened cheeks as he railed my shithole like he was trying to break me permanently. “Take it, you filthy fucking anal whore,” he snarled, spanking my ass hard with every thrust. “This is what you get for prancing around the house in tiny shorts. This tight little shithole is going to be permanently gaping and leaking my cum by the time Mom and

She told everyone that Kira had to make up imaginary friends while she was in the woods just so she could cope with the loneliness. She had managed to convince every one with this story, except of course for Kira. She has been almost twelve years old when her mum had left her in-front of the church that night. The memory was so clear that it hurt, but mother had promised her that it was for the best, and even now in as much as it was different being here, she was sure now that her mother had been right all those years ago. And for that she missed her even more .