Spanking Stories Fiction Novels & Stories

Without warning, he spanks her ass, his brutal fist leaves red glaring marks on her skin, he grabs and spanks, spreads her ass out, only to wreck her asshole. “AH!” She jumps on her heels, finding escape but Clyde won't give her any. Instead, his hand claims her clit, squashing and squeezing, pinching and pulling, until she explodes! Her muscles tighten, her body goes into spasm, tears run down her forehead, but Clyde doesn't stop. “I told you I’d fuck you on my table, right mama?” He pulls out, scoops her shaky frame, and smacks her leaking ass on his table. “Clyde…”

I asked while grinning from ear to ear. “No,” he answered quickly. “Because I am more than okay. Like…wow. That was so amazing. I never thought I would love being spanked on my ass. I used to wonder what it would feel like and even fantasize about it a few times, but I never thought of putting it into action because I was scared. I mean, imagination and fantasy usually don't come close to reality, right? So I was scared that it wouldn’t feel as good as it does in my imagination. Also, I have no one to trust that much for me to let him spank me. Until you come.”

“Don’t play dumb with me, baby. You made me wait, and there’s consequences for that. There’s also consequences for talking back, so unless you want me to double your spanks, I suggest you get that cute little ass of yours over my lap right away.” I swallow nervously, feeling a tingly sensation between my legs. I know I could push back on Cole's ‘consequence’—after all, he only told me to take at least 30 seconds and no more than 5 minutes—but deep down, I don’t really want to. Ever since I met Cole 2 weeks ago in the café, I’ve been fantasizing about him doing all sorts of dirty things to me. Pinning me up against a wall, tying me up, spanking me … I’ve always wanted to ask boyfriends to spa

Yasmine's diary entry: I'm going over to Rob's house to tell him his Father fucked me. He deserves the honesty and I don't blame him if he breaks up with me. His Daddy's cock was so delicious yesterday. It satisfied my cunt and to be honest, I can't wait to have more of it. **** “I need to tell you something.” I said in a voice that immediately had him turning to me. “What's the problem?” “I - I did something horrible yesterday.”

But I could feel the heat in my face, embarrassed because I was rushing off to have my bottom bared and spanked by the one man who knew my secret cravings—and didn’t hesitate to fulfill all of my kinky dreams. I grabbed a cab uptown, asking the driver to wait while I ran inside to fetch the hairbrush from the vanity in my apartment. The brush was an antique, made of sturdy mahogany. It was beautiful and the mere sight of it made my cunt clench. To any visitor, it appeared as innocuous as any of my other beauty tools, but I knew the truth—that it was a precious gift from my master and that he regularly used it to spank me until I begged him for mercy. It was an ever-present reminder of my sub

“ now princess - spread your legs for me “ I was still reeling in the shock of being smacked when all of a sudden this order fell on me . I wanted to refuse and maybe because of his sick sociopath powers , Jacob understood my rebellion as well , his grip on my thigh tightened as he growled “do you really wanna fail this test princess ? “ Of course mid way I stopped fighting and splayed on his knees without any struggle because I understood that this spanking was Jacob’s own , test how much my girlfriend trust me test - so I knew that he wouldn’t like it if I refused him right now . I sighed , and let my spread open exposing how wet I was . Jacob I loved it when I had Bella in my lap , and

“I do not hurt my children. Spanking is not hitting.” I shook my head several times, wondering why he couldn't understand this. “You know what spanking does to a child?” “It teaches them consequences.” “NO!” I replied. “It teaches them that if they misbehave, they get hurt. You didn’t teach Percy anything, except to fear his father. And that’s so fucking sad. You should be a safe place for him.” I balled my fist. “Damn it, Ford. You’re his hero. You just told him he won’t become an alpha, and you spanked him for being upset… He lost his mom.”

I say and try to keep my tears at bay, but I can't. The spanking continued, and I liked it at first, but every time I stopped counting, he had to start all over again, and there was only a little my bum could bear. By the time I was able to count to 15 for each ass cheek without stopping. I had cried a rainfall in his room, and my ass hurt like hell.

My lips begin to quiver as I want to tell him because of his daddy voice, however, he will think I am weird to think such things. “Nuh uh. I am…not lying” I say swallowing the words. “Princess , I am giving you three seconds to tell me the right answer. If not , you would force daddy to pull this car over and give you a spanking you will never forget” he says sternly , his nostril’s flare with anger. I gasp when I hear what he says – spanking is a punishment little’s receive when they disobey their daddies. “1” He starts counting. I feel so pressured; tears begin to fall from my eyes. I do not want to tell him, he will think I am crazy and that I am not worthy to be his little.

Aurora yelled and Vincenzo landed her another slap on her right ass cheek. We are just starting… I’m spanking you twenty times… I want you to count. Thwack, the sound came and she groaned. 1, she cried. He kept spanking her 2, 3, ,4,5, 6, 7, 8…… until it reach the twentieth…..her ass was already red and he smiled like a demon enjoying the softness of her ass… Learn to be a good girl for your hubby… He whispered…. He doesn’t want you to use any hairpin but you stole the hairpin in his locker.