Spanking Novels & Stories

“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 clen

He urges me to answer him with another slap that earns him a louder whimper from me. "Y-Yes, d-daddy!" I cry out. "And bad girls should be punished!" Saying that, he slaps once again on my untouched ass and I cannot help but grip the sheets tight underneath me. My stomach pressed tight against his thigh. "Now count!" He orders with another slap but I cannot. I whimper, tears burning my eyes. "Julie, I won't stop until I complete spanking you ten times, so count like a good girl because my spanks matter only when you count them; I won't stop until I reach ten!"

She’d never… but the idea of him deciding it, of the die commanding it… “Yes. Acceptable as a future category.” “Category Five. Discipline.” His gaze sharpened. “Impact play. Spanking, flogging, paddling. For sensation, for correction within the game’s narrative, or simply because the roll demands it. Not for punishment in the emotional sense. For the experience of endurance and release.” Millie’s pulse throbbed in her throat. She’d never been spanked, not even as a child. The idea of his large hand connecting with her bare flesh, of stinging pain melting into warmth… “Limits?”

Sabrina moaned, but at the same time she waved her bum back and forth making it clear that she wanted more. You went back to spanking her again, this time swapping back and forth between the cheeks which made her stumble a few times on the count. By the end, her entire ass was a bright, warm pink and she'd gotten another thirteen or so spanks on each cheek, and she'd abandoned trying to correct her 'sirs' from Daddy.

“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?”

Nova POV. Brattiness is not my thing, my bum stands witness to that, I ended up being punished through the day ending up with a spanking. That was last week, ever since I decided to act like a good puppy, not wanting to have a round two of having all my privilege taken and corner time and a spanking. Spankies should be banned from hell, aren't we in a bad enough place why add another punishment, maybe that's how daddy punishes the souls that end up here.

"Well then why don't you lie over my lap and lift up your skirt." I rolled over his knees and looked over at the guys as I pulled the skirt up over my firm round ass. "OK, I am going to spank you now, but I need your help. Daddy sometimes has trouble remembering how many times he has paddled you, so I want you to count out each one up to five." "Yes, daddy." He raised up his right hand and swung it down over my exposed flesh. I yelped "One." Again he swung down, this time on my left cheek. "Two."

“There’s nothing wrong with kink. You shouldn’t feel shame for having those desires.” “Yes, but…what kind of normal, decent person likes being beaten up?” “Do I beat you up?” I asked, only slightly amused. “You know what I mean.” I smiled and slid off the desk. I crouched in front of her, lifted her hands off the folder, and opened it. “A spanking is not the same as a beating. I don’t use my fists. I will never use my fists on you.” I turned the first page over and showed her. “See?” I traced the finger down my list of hard no’s. “No punching.”

"You mentioned spanking. Is that really, I mean…I can't see consenting to being beaten." He looked at her directly. "Not beaten. This is way different. We're talking about a spanking on the ass, like with a hand or a crop or some other tool. When you break a rule, you will be punished. That's the way it is. The thing is, the line between pain and pleasure is paper thin. A spanking can be very sensual. You'd be surprised. Remember, you'll have safe words to let me know how you're doing, but you have to use them." Bella nodded slightly, still wide-eyed.

skin I let out a whisper "I'm about to c*m, yes sir, just like that, yes, yes, yes, fu*k, ahhh, yes yes yes!!"He keeps going as I'm C*m**ng sending more pleasure through my body, I'm seeing stars, when he pulls out turns me over. He pulls my as* to him and pushes my head into the bead, and he thrusts inside me. This angle he is much deeper inside of me than before. He is pounding in me as he slaps my as*, then pounds in me again and smack my as* again. "Did I say you could c*m yet princess? Being selfish again I see. This is your first punishment. You don't c*m again until I tell you too. Do you understand?" I nod and spanks my as* two more times hard, with a breathy moan "Yes sir." He lean