Novel & Cerita Spanking Story

“You will count to 20. Do it.” I was shaken. I couldn't believe what he was doing, but when he spanked me again, I understood, so I counted. “One,” I said and felt the hardest smack. “This is for being stubborn,” Alessandro said. “Two,” I said with a gasp. “This is for lying to me,” Alessandro said. “Three,” I said with ardor. “This is for not believing,” Alessandro said briskly. For every stroke, he mentioned something to me, and each and every sentence was related to my reluctance. I didn't know at what point I felt released and started to cry. Alessandro stopped spanking me, then he hugged me very carefully and kissed me.

I was here until he decided to let me go. As his hands slapped over my oversenttized butt, I cried out, but it soudned more like a damned moan. TO my horror, I rollled my hips, trying to grind my clit against his solid trousers-covered thighs. And despite the agonizing pain, I lifted my ass higher, lifting for the blows, rubbing my clit and nipples over his thighs with reckless abandon. I was going to cum. Wetness will flood out of my hole and stain his pants all because Keagan was spanking me. As suddenly as the blows started, they stopped.

“Daddy, we don't—“ He pins my upper back across his legs. My pitch elevates as I see his hand lift up. “—have time for this!” My toes curl as his big hand lands across my tiny rump. Oh my god! He just spanked me! I'm a grown woman, and I've never been spanked in my life. “No, daddy, stop! This isn't fair!” Not only does daddy ignore me, but his hand slips under my waist band and pulls my shorts down, exposing my bare ass.

Her voice is heavy with the aftermath of his previous spank, that has her body still quivering in pleasure. From behind, Devine buried his face against the nape of her neck, licking her up, and muffling breathlessly against her skin. "Daddy is going to teach you just how to be a good girl. He is going to spank you so hard till your legs are quivering and your mouth is trembling with the truth." "Ohh." Nuella's pussy clenched and her muscle tightened as his hot breath fanned against her skin, the nape of her neck suddenly feeling sensitive to his kisses

“Daddy…I want to come, but I don’t know when those words will make it out. Michael meets my words with another sweet yet stinging spank. “No, little flame. You’re not permitted to cum,” Tremors wrack through me. My mouth tumbles open, unleashing words of plea. “Please, daddy. I can’t hold it…anymore.” I squirm, bucking when he spanks me the thirtieth time. “If you come, I’ll start afresh in spanking you,” He warns, his tone grim. “Count!” “Thirty-five,” I whimper, shuddering over him. “Good girl. Keep it up, little flame, and I’ll reward you with a nice fuck.” He beats me again. “Do you know why I’m punishing you?” He asks.

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.

I took a decision that day, I took my life into my hands and walk on the path of success. "I didn't know you had an accident." I said softly. "It was better that way." He buttoned up. "Were you uh.. Spanked?" "No, at times spanking does not solve everything, it just help you to be more open, I wanted to lash you so bad, like 30 strokes but I change my mind. You weren't open, you weren't ready to listen, you didn't understand, you thought I was trying to control your life like some intruder, spanking might only make it worst, that was why I gave you ten strokes it help cool off your mind. At every point in life you must know what decision to take the hard way or the easy way. If I had spank y

I shrank back in terror, but the searing pain all over my body left me powerless to escape. Dad walked over, hauled me up ruthlessly, and brutishly shoved me onto a heavy, solid-wood dining chair. "Since you never learn your lesson, you can stay home and reflect on what you did wrong! You'll stay tied up right here with no food and no water, and you won't be coming to Tommy's birthday party today! We'll settle things properly after I come back from celebrating Tommy's birthday!"

What I’m supposed to do next. It was wrong, wasn’t it? What he did was wrong. Spanking me like I’m a child. I don’t even think my mom ever spanked me when I was little. But now here I am. My ass stings, and it took all I had not to burst out crying. At first. When he first threw me over his knee. After that…

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!”