Spanking Story Novels & Stories

Cheska was 12 years old, Francine was 10 years old and Alexis only 7 years old. "We are going for vacation. Kiss your mother goodbye." I said to them flatly. Marga started crying again but louder this time. Cheska the eldest of the three tried to comfort her, stroking her hair. "Your mama cannot go with us. She has work here. But grandmother needs us back home." I lied. I seldom do but it is always for the good of everyone. "it's okay Mama. You can come and visit us when your work is done, right Papa?" It was Francine.

The position left her completely exposed, her face burning with humiliation and arousal. “How many, do you think?” he mused, tracing a finger down her spine. “One for every time you whined? Every time you touched me under the table without permission? Every dramatic sigh?” She whimpered. “Let’s call it twenty. And you are going to count. Loudly. So if anyone is watching through that window, they will know exactly what happens to naughty girls.” The first spank landed hard across both cheeks. She yelped. “One! Thank you, Daddy!”

“When I am spanking you, you are not allowed to move or to make a noise. If you do, I start over.” I started to tremble. How many spanks was I going to get and would I be able to endure it? He went back to rubbing my bottom where he just spanked, and the sting was replaced with a deep heat. I realized I was even more wet than I was a moment before, and I wanted him to spank me again.

“What are you doing? Let me go!” “Count, little bunny,” he said and spanked me hard. “Ah!” I cried out. “Stop it!” “I said count, little bunny. If you don’t count, I will add more spanks. Now count!” He spanked me hard again. “One!” “Two!” I counted through gritted teeth as tears pricked at the corners of my eyes. Each sharp smack sent heat blooming across my skin. By the tenth spank, I was sobbing silently.

“Stop it! Stop it this instant!” After seeing her struggle and the look on her face that seemed to say ‘Who gave you the right to spank me’, Sean’s suppressed rage started flaring up again. There was coldness between his brows. “Will you dare do something like that again?” Suddenly, Jane found this entire ordeal extremely absurd. Only disobedient children would get spanked on their buttocks, no? After parents spanked their child on the buttocks, they would then seize the wailing child and ask them if they would dare commit the same mistakes again.

Jack slaps her hard asking her to count "Why are you such a whore haa.. why are you lusting for your papa making him your daddy.. why are you making him weak for you.. you little slut" Taylor didn't take his words to her heart as she was aroused with the spanking. Her pussy became wet with slick dripping out of the closed clits. She enjoyed even his harsh spanks even when her soft ass cheeks turned red and bruised with his big palms spanking her. At the count of twenty eight, Taylor was totally sore and he couldn't be harsh. He knew she would have problems sitting for a few days. He stopped spanking and brought her back.. looked at her and said "you need to find a boy and love him Taylor.. l

Every spank was perfectly placed, overlapping welts, building heat until my ass felt like it had been dipped in lava. By fifteen I was sobbing openly with my snot smearing the table, and my thighs trembling. By twenty-five my pussy was clenching rhythmically, my squirt was dripping down my naked legs. He stopped spanking me after thirty. There was silence in the room except for my ragged breathing and the wet sound of my own arousal. Then the slow, deliberate clink of his belt buckle followed shortly. My whole body tensed as I tilted my neck in his direction to take a quick look at him.

'Time for a spanking. I felt her hand on my back, pushing me down firmer. Then—crack! Something hard hit my ass through my pants. It stung like fire. I yelped. 'Quiet,' she snapped. It was a ruler, thick and wooden, from her desk. She swung it again, harder this time. Smack! The pain shot through me, making my legs shake. 'Count them,' she said. 'One,' I gasped. Smack! 'Two.'

By that time, I was completely covered with cum, and was not allowed to clean off until I got home. That's actually how I got into this predicament. Sir was busy messaging the store manager and directing the action. He didn't cum while I was being gang banged. I thought that I had failed him, because I was really wanting him to cum as I was being slutty for him. I felt bad. He said that it wasn't my fault, that he was too busy directing things, but I still felt that I had failed. I insisted that I be punished for that. Stupid me. Sir can be very clever and evil in his punishments. He knows that I don't like pain, so he never does that. Sure, a spanking from Miss H happens occasionally, but h

**TRIGGER WARNINGS** With each spank, Cadence’s breath hitched and her body flinched involuntarily. The stinging sensation spread across her skin, a constant reminder of her transgression. Yet, despite the pain, she remained obedient, counting each strike aloud as Alberto had commanded. “Two,” she gasped as Alberto’s hand connected with her skin once again, the force of the impact sending a shock wave through her body. The sound of each spank reverberated in the room, filling the air with an uncomfortable tension. Cadence’s mind raced as she tried to endure the punishment, her thoughts consumed by a mixture of pain and shame.