Spanking Novels & Stories

“All right! I get it! I’ll never go to a club again!” I stopped spanking, resting my hand on her ass. “Bailey, this isn’t about you going to a club. It’s not even about going to a club that caters to kink.” “It’s not? Then why in the hell are you spanking me?”

“You’re serious.” “Completely.” Smack, smack, smack. “You really think I’m going to let you…hit me?” “Not hit you. Spank you. Big difference. Losing your temper and throwing your boot at me proved you need to learn there are consequences for acting out against me.” Smack, smack, smack. “No. Way. You are fucking delusional.” The continual smack, smack, smack was wearing on her nerves. “I haven’t been spanked since I was about six years old.”

as I wished that my mom would go back to fingering my pussy and rubbing my clit. I cried out a sobbing "Four" as another spank hit my ass. I was on the verge of tears, as I yearned for her fingers and thumb to move again. I cried out "Five" as another spank struck my ass. I literally cried out "Six" as another spank hit my sore ass and tears streamed down my face. I felt another spank and sobbed out "Seven" as my body was now wracked with pitiful sobs. I tried to ignore the pain to my ass cheeks, but another spank delivered to my immensely sore ass forced a sob of "Eight" from my trembling lips. Tears were now free flowing down my cheeks, as yet another hard spank forced me to cry out loudly

Pale grey eyes darted over my face. “She put herself in danger and that pissed me off. One thing Bella loves is sex. I knew that denying her that would be a good punishment so I threatened to use that against her.” I licked my lips. “When she does something I told her not to do, I give her a spanking.” “S-spanking?” She frowned. “It doesn’t hurt?” “Punishment is supposed to hurt, it’s why it’s called a punishment.” He gripped her chin to turn her head back when she looked away. “But people react differently to certain things. A good example of this is that Bella likes pain and you don’t.”

she moaned out in shock as he swatted her booty. SPANK! SPANK! "OH!" she moaned out again. SPANK! Calvin took great delight in spanking her big fucking booty. It was such a perfect piece of art, an ass built to be spanked, punished and demolished through hard fucking. SPANK! SPANK! SPANK!

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

Unable to control myself when I came, I let out a moan as I tried unsuccessfully to grip the kitchen floor. Pulling both hands away from me, she began spanking my ass until it was so sore I had to move away. “Just so you know, that won’t be your punishment every time. In fact it’s not a normal one but I felt like maybe you needed a nice little reprieve.”

Trembling, I lie down across his lap, my ass curving into the air. In a sudden, breathtaking motion, my panties are pulled down to my knees. Slap! Slap! He spanks one round cheek, then the other. Over and over. Faster and faster. Not hard, but enough to sting. "This is what Daddy does when you've been a bad girl," he says, in that low, menacing voice. More spanks. As I wriggle, he drops a firm arm across my waist to keep me in place. "This is what you need. Have you ever gotten the discipline you deserve, Kori?"

The anticipation of finally having her, of making her submit, was almost unbearable. Her resistance only heightened the need for her to understand the gravity of her situation. I would make sure she knew that running away, defying me, only brought about more severe consequences. In the end, the spanking would be more than just a punishment. It would be a declaration of who held the power, a vivid reminder of her place in my world.

“Dad! Stop! This is crazy!” “Call me Daddy when I’m disciplining you, little girl.” His palm cracked down hard on my right ass cheek. The sound was sharp, the sting immediate. I yelped. He didn’t stop. He spanked me again and again, alternating cheeks, building a brutal rhythm that had me kicking and gasping.