Spanking Story Novels & Stories

He stood still, a statue of a god, allowing me to perform my duty. Next was the self-spanking. I was to deliver one hundred swats to my own ass with a wooden paddle, counting each one and thanking him for it. The first ten were easy. The next twenty were a chore. By the time I reached fifty, my ass was on fire, a raw, burning mess. Tears were streaming down my face, my voice a hoarse, broken chant. "Fifty. Thank you, Daddy. Fifty-one. Thank you, Daddy." I did not stop. I could not stop. The alternative was too terrible to imagine.

she scolds me, we're not home, we're in a big building like the one the queen scolded us in one time, but mommy said this would be our home after we finish university. "Mommy stop," I cry again, trying to get away from her, I want to go to daddy, he doesn't pull on my hair. "Kenedi, I said stand still before I spank you," she threaten me making my eyes start to fill up with tears, she never spanked me before, daddy did it one time after my tantrum, and I still hate it. "All done, such a pretty princess," mommy says turning me around, and wiping my eyes clean.

Tears of humiliation and pain streaming down my face ,I never thought I'd be in this situation just for one f"cking dinner ,I would have gone with him atleast it was better than being spanked by him ,he didn't show my any mercy this time he continued spanked me and I am helplessly counting with him Two sob left my mouth due to pain Th..three Fou..four I am wailing by now ,this is too much,I'll never forgive him for this Five Six Seven Eight Nine Ten He didn't stop even now max please st...stop it I can't take it *spank* breathe stuck in my throat ,he didn't even let me finish You didn't count this one ,count if you don't want me to start from one! And another spank eleven .. .. .. .. .. .. .

She understood he was furious, and by the 10th spank, her tears flew uncontrollably. “No more,” she begged. Instead of counting, she felt all raw and red. "Shh,” 20 more, and we can stop this,” he spanked her again, “Will you ever pull that stunt again?” (spank). “11,” she said instead of answering. “Answer me,” he rubbed her round bottom, landing another spank. “No,” she shook her head, “Do you know why you are being punished?” he asked, spanking her. “12,” she was very diligent in counting those spanks. As stupid as it sounded, she didn’t want to get spanked again.

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.

"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."

He smiled, I shifted back fearfully. "Ohh don't worry slave, this will not be too painful." He smirked. "Now I want you to get on that fridge over there, and shoot out your ass for me. Master needs to spank you for being very disobedient. My fridge wasn't the long standing one, it's more like the short, flat long one?... I guess. My hands went involuntarily to my ass, I can't let Ethan spank me on my ass. That shit is painful. My mum once spanked me and I got her arrested. I was ten years old then. Ever since then, no one has ever done that to me again.

he instructed, pushing between my shoulder blades until my chest met the cold surface. I gasped at the temperature shock against my breasts, my nipples hardening instantly. "Spread your legs wider," he commanded, kicking my feet apart with his own. I complied, feeling utterly exposed and vulnerable. His hand came down hard on my ass, the sound echoing through the kitchen. "Count," he demanded. "One," I gasped. Another slap, harder this time. "Two!" By the time we reached six, my ass was burning, and I was embarrassingly wet. His fingers trailed between my legs, confirming just how aroused the spanking had made me.

I tried to turn over, but a sudden harsh pain stung on my bare ass, which made me stiff promptly. "I want you to count every time I spank you, and if you miss, I'll just add five more." He said dominantly. He is going to spank me. It is so embarrassing and humiliating. I rested my head and hands on the bed without any resistance as I did not want to make it harder for me. He spanked my ass again making me jolt forward a little. "One" I hissed. His tough hand landed on my other ass cheek immediately. "Two" I shrieked. Tears threatened to fall down my eyes. I had never felt this humiliated before. This monster can never change. He went on with spanking me painfully showing no mercy.

But before I can ask or complain that he was going so annoyingly slow, Dominik surprises me, when in one swift movement he separates one of his hands from my body and then drops it hard on one of my buttocks, spanking me. Very surprised, I let out a gasp of pain, while my body tenses and my legs tremble a little. In my whole life, my parents had never used physical punishment on me, so I had never received any spanking from anyone before, and the thought of being spanked was unthinkable to me. And although it had hurt quite a bit, it also felt like something strange, as it wasn't unpleasant, it just felt like something... Painful and hot on my skin. "You've been a very bad girl, Victoria," D