Spanking Teens Novels & Stories

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.

She remembered how it felt, that first time he took her over his knees in her room and spanked her with his paddle-like hand over her jammies like some kid. It was more of a mental anguish and humiliation than a physical one, to be spanked, and she felt that shame overwhelm her now. She knew this was wrong. All of this. Stepdad did not spank their step-daughters, they did not control what they wore, who they saw and when they went out. They did not kiss on the lips. And anyway, why did he care so much what she wore or who she saw?

I moaned. Another spank. Harder this time. My pussy throbbed with every slap. “You will count them,” he said. “One… Two… Three…” I moaned as he spanked me again and again. My ass was getting hot and red. By the tenth spank, I was pushing my ass back, begging for more without words. Uncle Ken stopped and rubbed my sore cheeks gently. His fingers slipped under my thong and pulled it to the side. He touched my wet pussy lips lightly, spreading my juices.

“Please spank me first, Daddy. Make my ass burn then fuck me hard from behind. I need to feel owned by you.” His large palm came down sharply on my soft rear. The sting made me moan loudly. “Yes, just like that,” I begged. “Spank your naughty girl harder. I deserve this for being such a bad ex-girlfriend.” He spanked me again and again until my skin felt hot and red. The pain turned into delicious heat between my legs.

Thalia kicked and screamed throughout the ride, but Carter didn't let go of her every time she tried to scamper off his lap, he would knot her hair in his hand and hold her head up until her arched back started to hurt, he would stare down at her until she backed down under his dominance and continue with his spanking. With every act of defiance, his spanking would get harsher than before. Finally, Thalia gave up when her eyes started to sting and all she could feel was the streaked pain on her butt, when she stopped Carter paused as well “ do you want to start counting as a good girl now?”

I had no idea which I was begging him for. "I am supposed to spank you until you turn into a sobbing mess but I am so... Ughh... So fucking hard and need to be inside your pussy already so I am only going to spank you ten times. Five for each tits, quite fair, isn't it?" Grayson daddy questioned and I almost nodded in response but quickly recalled that I was to use my words. "It is... It is quite fair, daddy" I rushed my words as much as I could with my shaky breath.

“All right! I get it! I’ll never go to a club again!” I stopped spanking, resting my hand on her ass. “Bailey, this isn’t about you going to a club. It’s not even about going to a club that caters to kink.” “It’s not? Then why in the hell are you spanking me?”

Jacob answers, now to deal with my bratty sister with no dominant to scare her back in. "Ashlynn, if you don't come in, I'm going to spank you," I only did it once, when she sneaked out to go to the club without telling anyone for the first time in her life, she was only fifteen at the time, this offence wasn't as bad as the club one, but I was irritated, really angry at her.

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.

“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.