Spanking Story Free Mga Nobela at Kwento

His fingers closed around her nape as he pressed her to the counter, then he spread her legs apart using one of his legs. The Jebbie attempted to wriggle free, evoking a strong irritation in him. He spanked her hard enough to suffuse her butt with the pink prints of his strong palm, wrenching a yelp off her. She panted, fighting the urge to cry out from the pleasure/pain that screamed in and spread through her at each feel of his hand coming down on her butt, and the burn from the hard spank. Spanking her was a warning for her to quit moving. She understood better and dared not to keep moving unless her freedom meant nothing to her anymore.

Cole snaps me back to attention with a question. “I’m going to give you ten hard spanks, Jacqueline,” he says. “After each spank, I want you to thank me and apologize for being a bad girl. If you forget either of those things, I’ll start again from zero. Understand?” I gulp, a small thrill going up my spine. The thought of having to thank Cole for each of my spanks is beyond degrading, but also insanely hot. I don’t know why I like this, but I do, and I’m tired of fighting against my body. I just want to give in to my urges. To pleasure.

Yeah, yeah. I know you want to get to the part where I have sex with Jackson but it’s important that I go through things how they happen. I’ll be quick, though. See, that spanking is a really significant thing because it changes everything for me. I mean, sure, some of that has to do with the simple fact that I now understand there are consequences but that’s not the sum total. I mean, I also can just stop at any time.

I licked my lips and slid my wet fingers back down between my legs. Opening up the book to the first story and began to read. "Oh, daddy, please stop! I'll be good I promise!" Susan cried out as her father continued to spank her bare ass. "You said that last time you little slut!" He exclaimed, punctuating his sentence with another stinging slap across her stinging ass. 'Oh...please daddy! I...I'll be your good girl I promise! I...oh!"

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

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.

Having no choice, my body stretches to try and accommodate his size. "You are going to come on my cock, sweetheart, and you are going to scream my name when you do it." "You have to tell me when it's too much." He pleads against my ears. "It's never too much," I whisper back. "With you, I can easily lose control, Xyana. So, tell me." He repeats, spanking my ass. I'm about to finally respond in the affirmative, but my lips shut up when he pummels me to the point that I can’t even hold my own weight with my palms.

I don't want to end up on the floor! "Calm down, baby." Noah cooed. "I see your mind running a mile a minute. I need you to get out of your head. Just feel and be present with me. Here and now. Can you at least try, baby girl?" I nodded and quickly corrected myself. That got me a playful spank on the bottom. Noah didn't use spanking as a punishment because he knows how much I enjoy it. If it's a turn on, it shouldn't be a punishment. That's teaching 101, don't give treats for bad or unwanted behavoir.

I say with a big pout that says I am, but I'm still fighting him over it. "Would you prefer a spanking Roman? Cause acting up and throwing tantrums would never go unpunished" he says, my pout was even bigger now, I felt my eyes tear up, I didn't want to have a spanking, I shake my head no. He set me back in my place making me face the wall, he must have set some kind of timer for me, my teeth found their way against my lip biting it. I hated this, this was torture, I had nothing to do but sit down, I whined, tried to whine loudly hopping I'll be set free but nothing!

“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…”