Spanking Males Novels & Stories

He spanked me again and again, alternating cheeks, building a brutal rhythm that had me kicking and gasping. Each smack echoed in my small bedroom. My skin burned hotter with every strike. “You’ve been a fucking brat for months,” he growled between spanks. “Teasing me with these short skirts. Coming home late. Acting like you don’t need rules. Like you don’t need Daddy to keep you in line.” I was mortified, tears pricking my eyes… but between my legs, something traitorously warm and wet was building. Every hard slap sent jolts straight to my pussy. I pressed my thighs together, trying to hide it, but Dad noticed. Of course he did.

The sting made me clench, made me wetter. He kept spanking left cheek, right, left again—each crack sharper, the heat spreading like wildfire. I came fast, pussy spasming around him, juices splashing the pew cushion.. He didn’t slow. He fucked me harder, the pew sliding inch by inch, banging into the next row. His hand never stopped spanking in rhythm with his thrusts, my ass glowing red, the pain turning to pure pleasure. “That's it—squeeze me,” he growled. “Milk Daddy’s cock while I mark this ass.”

he spanked my ass again, this time harder than the first few times and another moan escape my lips. My body system works so weirdly, he's being spanking me and every normal person would be feel so much pain in their butts, but I'm not, I'm feeling so horny instead and I could feel my pussy dripping already... why? Could it be because he promised to fuck me senseless until my legs becomes useless? "Fuck! She ain't even saying any bloody thing!" he hissed in a pissed off tone. He stopped spanking me, he grabbed my hair and yanked it back, making me raise my head slightly, before squatting to my level and looked me straight in the eyeballs.

“Because that's exactly what daddy expects from such a disrespectful little brat like you. It's not surprising one bit you get turned on by punishment.” My face burns as badly as my ass does. It's humiliating to hear daddy talk to me like that, like he knows exactly how to push my buttons. He couldn't possibly have known spanking me would turn me on, could he? I can't be that predictable. Yet he moves with a confidence I'm not expecting, his finger pressing against my g-spot as his hand slips under my shirt, grabbing one of my tits in

He looked down, ears dropping like a dog — just my imagination, lol. “You didn't think about that when you spanked me yesterday, did you?” He glanced up, eyes sparkling just for a second before it diminished. “That was just a spank.” “Why don't we try it out, then?” He shook his head. “According to the book I read, spankings are only given for discipline. You did nothing wrong.” “I did.” My smile widened. “I denied you sex last night. That would count as something wrong.” I leaned into him and my mouth continued its running phase. “Why don't we start from there, sir? Punish this pet however you like, master.”

The men formed a rough line, stroking their hard cocks, eyes dark with lust. “Look at these pretty little prisoners,” one of the bigger men growled, slapping Azriel’s ass hard. “Caught trying to run from their Daddy. Time to teach them their place.” The spanking started immediately, hard, relentless slaps that turned their asses bright red. The twins screamed and moaned, bodies jolting with every strike. Fingers invaded them roughly, two and then three at a time, stretching them open while the men laughed and commented on how sloppy they already were.

But impulsively, Rachel found herself moaning. Mr. Manuel held her neck with one hand and spanked her a*s with the other, "This is a punishment, not a sex routine, you aren't supposed to moan." He said, his thrusts going faster. But didn't have control of her moan. She kept on moaning and her boss continued to spank her. His grip on her neck tightened and he thrusted in with full force, his balls loudly slapped her a*s. He did it repeatedly while Rachel screamed.

He spanked me twice in a row, fast and hard. "Yes!" "You know how much of a little tease you have been, right? Calling me daddy, knowing well enough how much that shit turns me on. Touching yourself and kissing me out of the blues. You just want to be slutted out! And don't fucking lie to me, you want to be fucked. You are not here, naked and moaning because you just want me to prove that you are not insensitive! You are here because you want daddy to fuck you, is that right?" With every word he was saying, he was spanking me harder and faster and I was on the edge already. I was going to cum so hard from being spanked.

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

His voice dropped to a dangerous rumble, making my stomach clamp. Ruslan Orlov, without a doubt, is the reason why my stomach clamps every now and then. Stilling myself for what was coming, my hands quivered on the sink, waiting patiently for my punishment. “Next time,” Spank! “You should never disobey me,” Spank! “No matter what or where we are,” Spank! “If you do, spanking wouldn't be the next punishment, I swear to fuck.” Spank! By the time he stopped spanking my ass, I felt a stinging pain mixed with pleasure.