Spanking In The Woods Novels & Stories

He spanked me again, again, again, each blow driving me higher, my pussy spasming around that massive cock, sucking him in deeper, refusing to let go. “Daddy… Daddy… Daddy…” I screamed it, over and over, voice shattering as he fucked me raw, breasts bruised in his grip, ass blazing red, pussy stuffed so full I saw stars. I came undone around him, walls clamping down hard, gushing, milking his cock in violent waves while he kept thrusting, kept spanking, kept squeezing, refusing to let me come down. And still I begged. “Daddy.” He flipped me like I weighed nothing, spun me around until my back slammed against the cold, sticky bar top.

I was secured and every time I moved, the bark of the tree scratched all of the sensitive areas that were exposed to it. “Now slut, this is your final spanking for the weekend. It will also be the worst. I just want to prepare you for what’s coming.” With that said, he stepped back to get the switch. He extended it to slowly rub it against my ass, letting me feel the rough sandpaper bark of the willow. I closed my eyes in anticipation of the war that he would wage with my body. I had heard the switch whistle through the air before the stinging bite of it registered on my back, scraping the already sensitive skin.

The decisions were made, and all that was left was to carry out the punishments. I didn’t want to be there, but I had no choice. As Luna, it was wrong of me to shy away from seeing the punishments take place. We all headed out to the woods. There was an old well marking the spot where punishments had traditionally taken place. Turner had all but given up and laid himself with dignity on top of the ancient circular stone.

The kids are all so excited except Angela. Who is more like an introvert with just a friend Sara. She was so sad that she's going to leave behind her best friends Sara knowing fully that it would be very difficult for her to make new friends. The only company she would have now is her diary. But that's not the only reason why she doesn't want to move. She just has an awful feeling about the place since she heard its beside the woods. *Woods__ means a forested area* Like her friend told her some creepy folktales about such place.

She turned her attention to his other end, lipsticking ‘SL’ on one arse cheek and ‘UT’ on the other. “If only your mother could see you now,” mused Wanda. “I’m sure she’d be overwhelmed with pride.’ She picked up a spanking paddle and delivered a ferocious blow to his buttocks, then followed it with four more in swift succession. Wanda stepped back to admire the results of the thrashing, “Your arse is red raw, dear boy.”

“Yes, yes, fuck me, use that pussy, daddy, please!” I flip her over rough, grab her hips, yank her ass up high, face smashed into the pillow. I spread her cheeks wide with both hands, spit a long string right onto her little pink asshole, watch it drip down over her stuffed pussy, then slam back in from behind. The angle is brutal, deeper than before. She screams into the pillow, muffled and raw, hands clawing at the sheets. I grab a fistful of her hair, yank her head back hard so her back arches, and start spanking her ass red while I drill her mercilessly. WHACK-WHACK-WHACK-WHACK, each hit loud, her ass jiggling, turning bright red. Every slap makes her clench around me so tight I groan.

'Time for a spanking. I felt her hand on my back, pushing me down firmer. Then—crack! Something hard hit my ass through my pants. It stung like fire. I yelped. 'Quiet,' she snapped. It was a ruler, thick and wooden, from her desk. She swung it again, harder this time. Smack! The pain shot through me, making my legs shake. 'Count them,' she said. 'One,' I gasped. Smack! 'Two.'

Howard spread them open so that her husband could work his cock between the teen girl’s thighs. He stroked the head of his shaft along the pussy lips to find the wet opening and then fucked forward hard. Zoe convulsed as the cock buried deep inside her. The spanking paddle landed on her ass and when she convulsed her pussy muscles tightened around the hardness. It was a fantastic sensation and she shuddered as the paddle spanked on her ass a couple of more times.

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.

I felt my body battling with itself, as my pussy and clit were being thoroughly stimulated while my ass was continuously being spanked over and over. I felt my ass heat up and knew that I probably had red hand prints where my mother had spanked me. I cried out "five" as she connected again. I had to tell myself that it was almost over and that I could take another five slaps to my ass. But my mind again went back to the pleasure being forced upon my pussy and clit. Mom was now really thrusting her fingers deep into my pussy as her thumb furiously worked my clit. I cried out "Six" as I felt another spank hit my poor ass. I began to doubt that the punishment really fit my mistake, as another q