Spankings Novels & Stories

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.

So, just cut to the chase boy. ‘Well speaking of the devil herself,’ said Max Dwayne ‘the Snitch just happen to be one of its own co-founders, Melina Spanks.’ I just had the shock of my life and for ten good seconds, I kept staring at Max and the rest of the dance crew and really not knowing what to say in return, I kept my eyes focused­­­­­­­­­­­­ on our dance crew and then finally something jumped out of my mouth, since no one was willing to speak in my defence and it seemed everyone was already believing what they heard from Max.

"I can't what? Speak up, sweetie. Are you here for my approval, or do you want another F?" "No!" she shook her head fervently. "No, you can... you can spank me. That's fine. So I, um... what do I do?" I ventured a thin smile. "Assume the position." "Yeah, but... what position? If you want me on your lap you'll have to sit down. Or do I just grab my ankles, or...? You have to throw me a bone, here, Mr. Canon." I let my displeasure show, and the effect was visibly chastening. "First things first, spanking is about punishment, and contrition. If I wanted sass, I'd have brought Taylor over. You have to want my approval more than her, don't you?"

Getting the sympathy of the many people there, especially the minorities, was Cristine's priority during the campaign period. "Your popularity is going up. Don't you have any gratitude for me?" Andrew's voice chuckled at the other end. "Should I order a chocolate pudding as a thank you?" "You're so annoying," Andrew grumbled. "But you still have to be careful. NewsPaper isn't going to let this scandal slide. If it goes away, I'm sure they'll spend a lot of money. You know, a scandal involving domestic disputes is too good to miss."

I turned around and looked at him with a saddened expression, which was helpfully captured on the phone of one of the helpful netizens who had recovered from the pain. "See that, everybody? Here's what's going on after that stream cut off! Now that he can't steal the inheritance, he's cursing his brother's unborn child! How disgusting! "I hear he's a doctor, so make sure you avoid whichever hospital he's working at! "…What? The hospital he worked at released an announcement that he was fired ten minutes ago? Woah, that's great news! I'll make sure to go to a responsible hospital like that the next time I get sick!"

I ordered, spanking her cheeks hard—left, right, alternating until they glowed crimson, the handprints blooming like brands. She complied with a whimper, pushing her ass higher, her face buried in the couch cushions. "Spank me more, Alexander—punish me for being late today, for making you wait!" she pleaded, her voice muffled but desperate. I smirked, the memory of her tardiness fueling my strikes. Each slap echoed like a gunshot, her skin jiggling, her cries growing louder. "Yes! Harder—make it sting! I'm sorry, sir—I'll never be late again!"

In that case, I guess you deserve thirty spanks,” he said and my eyes widened in shock. There was no way I could take thirty spanks again. The last time he did that, my ass cheeks were burning for days. I couldn't sit or sleep properly, and even simple tasks became impossible for me. I didn't want a return of that, so even though I feared him I tried to speak against it.

Spanks landed high on my thigh, skin slapping against skin, while his arm wrapped around my neck from behind in a loose choke. He jerked me faster, only to deny me again with a sharp slap to my balls.

Summer was just around the corner. I worked out everyday to achieve the body goal that I wanted. Azy's wedding is getting near too so I had to maintain my figure. "Thrante's eager to get annulled with Sebastian," Mom stated during our dinner. "Your Tita Katherine is also supportive. I don't think they won't win against the Marcados. They've done it before against the Imperial. There's no way they won't do it again." "Do you think that is normal, Mommy? Will it bring a shame to both families if people will learn about the annulment?"

His hands were shoved deep into his pockets, shoulders tense. "Shit, man..." He exhaled, running a hand through his messy hair. "I don't even know where to start." Kane didn't speak, just leaned back in his chair, waiting. Spade hesitated before forcing the words out. "My girl's pregnant." Kane raised a brow. "That's good news. What's the problem?" Spade swallowed hard. His eyes darkened, full of regret.