Spanking Teens Novels & Stories

His wife seemed to be in charge of what was happening and she decided that the teen girl’s pussy should take some punishment. Zoe felt the ball gag being forced back in place and she let out a muffled shriek as she was dragged back to the bed and made to get on her knees. Her head was pushed to the bed and it left her ass sticking up in the air and at the mercy of the couple. The spanking paddle delivered another couple of blows to redden the skin even more and the teen girl moaned as she felt the cock being pushed against her ass cheeks. Mrs. Howard spread them open so that her husband could work his cock between the teen girl’s thighs.

“You wouldn’t put me down! You’ve hit me plenty of times—so what if I hit you twice?” His eyes darkened, sharp with a dangerously calm fury. He gripped my jaw, his fingers rough but not painful. “Spanking,” he said slowly, mockery dripping from every syllable, “is a form of sexual suggestion. Is this how you plan to handle our divorce?” My breath caught. Sexual? My cheeks flamed. “That’s ridiculous!” I protested. “You started it! You were spanking me for years—since I was fifteen! How is it discipline when you do it, but something else when I do?”

“Are you really going to take the whip to him?” The first voice sounds nervous, almost scared for me. “He’ll be the youngest I’ve ever done. I’ll be surprised if he survives the night once I’m through but I’ve got a good two dozen teens his age that are acting up more than I approve of. What better way to teach them a lesson than tearing into my own son’s backside. All of them have been mandated to come view this punishment with at least one parent. The rest of the pack has an open ended invitation.”

“No freedom of movement, especially across the line of demarcation. “Two!” He yelled again. “No fucking attitude should be displayed in vicinity, understood?” “Yes Mr. Franklin” they chorused. “Sorry sir! About the fucking attitude, what do you mean by that?” A student questioned. “It means no fucking girlfriend or boyfriend relationship, idiot.” He replied. “Now can I go back into the rules and the regulations for the excursion?” Mr. Franklin asked. “The third rule is that, they shall be no pranks on the teachers” this warning of his made the students laugh.

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!”

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.

"When?" "The last couple of days." Jeff was quiet, trying to absorb it all. He was shaking his head. "Do I want to know what she said about getting spanked at home?" "Probably no worse than what Heather's been getting." Jeff sat quietly and nursed his beer. "It started about 8 months ago. I was furious and told her if she was going to act like a six year old I'd treat her like one." He took a deep drink. "God, I know I shouldn't be doing it, but I can't help myself. She goads me into it. She's always breaking little rules on purpose, then insisting on her punishment. I can't say no. I'm both praying for and dreading her going off to school." He finished his beer and put it down beside him. "

Without hesitation, Dante raised his hand and was about to spank down, but unexpectedly,Renee spoke hurriedly. "Don’t spank me. Anyway, when you spank on my ass,it hurts in your heart. I know it." Why did it sound strange? “Don't try to play any psychological tactic with me. I will not be soft-hearted." Dante squinted and raised his hand again. "Woohoo... When other girls' boyfriends come back, they always hug each other. But my boyfriend always lectures me or spanks me as soon as he comes back. I am so pathetic... "

I want to tear her clothes off and rip her little panties off with my teeth. “What are you thinking about, Daddy?” “I’m thinking if you keep calling me that I might just have to take you over my knee and give you a spanking for teasing me.” “Maybe that’s exactly what I need, Daddy. A big and firm hand giving me what I deserve. Spanking my bare ass until I learn my lesson.”

It was quite clear that he was definitely enjoying my ordeal. "How many spanks do you think would suffice for these mistakes?" He asked. "I am not a kid that you will spank," I retaliated. "You are everything that I want you to be," he shot back, his words dripping with possessiveness, "and be glad that I am leaving you just by spanking." What a joke! "I believe five spanks for each mistake should suffice to start," His hand pressed against my buttock, a chilling sensation that sent shivers down my spine. "Now, count for me."