Spanking Stories Fiction Novels & Stories

Each thrust of his fingers drove me over the edge, but just before I could reel over the edge, he pulled away, leaving me empty and writhing for a release. I cried, thrashing on the seat. “Please daddy, I need to-“ “You can, and you will. Until I decide that you’ve earned it.” Adrian dragged me across the seat, manhandling me until I was on my knees, face pressed against the leather and ass high. The gown slipped down to the my waist, exposing everything. I heard the sound of his zipper, the metallic click of his belt unfastening. Fear and hunger muddled in my mind as he spanked me once and the sting shot across my ass. My gasped echoed in the car.

“Tell me what a lying slut you are.” “I’m a slut!” she screamed, the bed shuddering with their motion. “A lying slut who tricked you just to get your cock in my ass!” “Good girl,” he praised, his hand coming down to smack her ass again, the sting mingling with the internal burn. He fucked her harder, his hips slamming into her with brutal force. The sounds were obscene—the slap of skin, his grunts, her choked cries. The whiskey bottle on the desk rattled.

My hands brace on his chest, nails digging in, and I start bouncing, hard and fast, chasing another high. He latches onto my tit, sucking hard, teeth scraping my nipple until I cry out. His hand cracks down on my ass in sharp, rhythmic spanks that make me grind harder. “Faster, baby,” he growls against my skin. “Fuck yourself on Daddy’s cock.” I do, thighs burning, tits bouncing in his face, moaning nonstop. “Daddy—Daddy—gonna come again—” “Do it,” he snarls, spanking me harder. “Come all over me while I fill you up.”

The crack echoed in the small room. "One." He hit again, spanking me on the Other cheek. "Two." Again he slammed me Harder. "Three." My skin was on fire. My pussy was dripping down my thighs. "You like it when your boss spanks you?" "Yes." "You like it when I hurt you?" "Yes." "Dirty fucking whore." He hit me again. Four. Five. Six. I lost count… I stopped counting. I just took it. My ass was raw. My cunt was aching.

I say, I know that's what spanking is, but I don't like it. "Slaps on the bum are the definition of spanking, and that's exactly what naughty littles don't they?" he asks me but I shake my head no, trying to wipe my tears. "I'll tell you what if my little baby calms down and agrees to talk to me, I'll order you some nuggies," he says, nuggies aren't bad, I love those, but I don't want to talk. "Nu talking," I say, but then I add, "Me eat nuggies," I demand.

WARNING! THIS IS A NON-CONSENSUAL STORY. PLEASE BE WARNED. IF YOU CAN'T HANDLE IT AVOID THIS PARTICULAR STORY. As I mentioned, I write based on the prompts readers give if it's not too extreme. This doesn't mean the author supports this in real life. Note: There are limits I won't cross when writing these collections, so when you request a certain story, don't cross a certain line. I won't write it. CHAPTER 1 The bar smelled like spilt beer and old cigarettes. A few people were scattered around the tables. It was late August, and most of the town was at the county fair.

"Hillian told me everything about you. How you look when you cum. How long you’ve been untouched by the old man. How you touched yourself in his room that day. I listened to every word he told me." My throat had gone dry by now, I looked from one face to the other. Hillian squeezed my hands. "I’m asking you again. Do you want this? From both of us." I should have said no, I should have stood up and walked out. Instead I let my body answer first, I could feel myself getting excited. I had never had sex with two people before. It had always been a fantasy I kept private, but now it was standing in front of me actually playing out in real time. "Yes," I whispered.

I barely had time to catch my breath before his hand slid to the back of my neck, pushing me further into submission. “How do you feel about being spanked?” he murmured, voice thick with want, dark with promise. I’d never been spanked before. Never even seriously thought about it. But the second he said it something in me lit up like a live wire. My hips twitched, ass lifting into the air like my body was answering for me. My thighs pressed together, already slick, already fucking begging. The curiosity was filthy and electric, pulsing through every nerve like my skin knew what was coming and wanted to be marked by it.

“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?”

It was so fucking painful, she just wanted him to stop and fuck her already. She had been belt spanked and hand spanked a couple times by her clients back at the club, so she picked spanking fetish because she believed it was something she could handle. She was handling it pretty good but couldn't wait for it to end. The camera zoomed in-between her thighs at her extremely wet pussy that was already dripping it's juices down her thighs. Collin stopped flogging and stroked her extremely red bottom gently. “It's over now my dear.” She breathed hard and let go of his dick. The camera men were looming everywhere.