Spanking Stories Fiction Novels & Stories

I asked him. He didn't reply. he just stretched his phone out to me. The school's student journal. EPISODE OF A VERY DESPERATE WHORE. A.K.A. WANNABE QUEENBEE Our Queenbee, Christabel Daniels was seen desperately begging our school's hunk, Jeff. Guess what she was begging for? Well, I'll tell you. She was outrightly begging to be fucked by him. The queen bee is a shame to all the girls in CROWNSTAR HIGH SCHOOL. Christabel, Jeff is meant to be your best friend but you are willing to end your friendship with him, just because he refused to sleep with you. Slut!

I’m easily confused in this state. We’re not following the script anymore, the script that keeps my fantasies safe. But even though my head’s in a bit of an uproar, I’m still wet and still eager to have Mike—Daddy, I mean—paddle my ass. He flips up my short plaid skirt. Runs his hand over my cotton-clad ass. I force myself to squirm away, but I’m sure he can tell I’m rubbing myself against him, not trying to escape. “You’ve been bad, Cherise. I’m going to spank your bare bottom, like the heroine in that appalling book.” It sounds so corny that I can’t help laughing, although I try to disguise it with a groan.

Rima’s POV Tears began to pool in my eyes, born from the profound sincerity of his confession. My body was still humming, a residual echo of what had transpired just moments ago. The notion of him spanking me had never crossed my mind before, it was a boundary I had vowed never to cross again. Yet, when it happened... it felt right. It sparked an unexpected surge of desire within me. And it was all because of him, because of Jacob. With him, I felt a safety I hadn't felt before, a certainty that a simple, firm "stop" from me would have been enough to halt him, despite his anger.

“Then tell me to stop.” I didn’t. I couldn’t. He pulled me off the counter, spinning me to face the counter, my hands on the marble. “Spread your legs,” he ordered, his voice rough. I obeyed, trembling as he slid my robe up, baring my ass. His hand smacked my cheek, the sting making me moan. “You like that, don’t you?” he said, spanking me again, harder. “Answer me.” “Yes,” I whimpered, my pussy dripping. “Please, Gio…”

Spank “Ten! Forgive me for I have sinned! I trained hard to become strong” “Yes, you did. Good job.” Spank! “Eleven! Forgive me for I have sinned! I killed many horrible men!” “Yes! You did!” Spank “Twelve! Forgive me for I have sinned! I saved many children! I saved them from the black market! I saved them from the mafia!” “Yes! You should be so proud of yourself!” Spank! “Thirteen! Forgive me for I have sinned! I saved my master on many occasions!”

Each one, harder than the one before it. The spanking did the opposite of what I think he intended it to. I felt like a child but I am not going to lie, it felt good

“Tell me how bad you want my cock.” “Daddy...” I whimpered, the word scraping out raw. “Daddy...Harder.” He groaned at that, deep, filthy approval. “That’s my girl.” His free hand landed on my ass, not hard, just enough sting to spread heat across my skin. I jolted forward, pussy throbbing around his cock. “You’re such a naughty girl,” he rasped, spanking me again, lighter, teasing. “Sneaking away from Mommy and Daddy to get fucked in a bathroom like a desperate little whore.”

Frankie said softly. I looked into his eyes and said, “You spanked me.” He grinned and kissed me. “Well you wouldn’t see reason and sometimes a child needs a spanking to see the error of their ways. And I would be lying if I said I hadn’t fantasized a less dramatic version of that before.” he said and I gasped heat arrowing straight to my core.

"He didn't waste time with talk. He just... he drove into me. It hurt for a second, Bridge. Not a bad hurt, but that 'too much' kind of hurt. He stretched me until I thought I’d break. And then he just started hammering. No rhythm, no grace, just raw power. He was marking me. Every shove felt like he was saying 'mine.'" "And you?" Bridget asked, her own breathing sounding shallow. "What did you do?" "I screamed," I said plainly. "I didn't care who heard. I scratched that expensive mahogany desk until my nails hurt. I called him Professor. I think that’s what did it. When I said his title while he was buried inside me, he just snapped. He hit my clit with his hand and kept thrusting until I s

I moan and squirm as he handles me. “Do you want to fuck me?” I ask. He opens his eyes and swats my bare bottom. “I told you how I feel about that language,” he says. “Do you want to fuck me?” I ask again. He turns me around. He pushes me against the wall of the shower. “You need discipline,” he says. His hard cock is pressing against me. He begins spanking my bottom hard. It feels so good. I am going to be a brat from now on. I cannot help but moan as he swats my ass over and over.