Spankings Novels & Stories

He moves his hands over my body, and it takes everything in me to not shiver. When he's distracted, I act. I move my hand to my back pocket and find the fork I hide back there. With haste, I remove it from my back pocket and forcefully plunge the fork into his neck. Hamilton backs up, putting his hand on the fork. "You little bitch... what did you just do?" He slurs and stumbles to the door."

She was overstepping her duties as a mother, but sadly, there was nothing I could do about it. I had just had to tolerate her. “You own a conglomerate for Pete's sake, son. You are very rich, so money isn't a problem.” She countered. “No, Mom. Just because I have money doesn't mean I should spend it recklessly. I have pack members to provide for and children to think about. So it's a big no—I’m not going to cancel.” I spoke hurriedly, wanting nothing more than to be at my penthouse already. She just watched me and said nothing more. Excusing myself, I walked out and found my Beta and Gamma deep in conversation.

The position left me completely exposed and vulnerable. Ethan stepped behind me, running a large, warm hand over the smooth globes of my ass. He delivered a sharp smack to one cheek, then the other. The sting bloomed hot across my skin, making me yelp. “Ten thousand dollars,” he said, spanking me again, harder. “That’s how many spanks you owe at minimum. But we’ll spread them out over the thirty days. Tonight is only the beginning.” He spread my ass cheeks, exposing everything. Two thick fingers slid through my soaked folds, gathering my wetness before pushing deep inside my pussy.

Lucas rambled in a low voice with a frown on his rather chiselled face, he honestly was very nervous and so he was making excuses. “Oh right, you don’t know him.” Austin let out a laugh, confusing Lucas. “He won’t ever refuse going anywhere with little children, and he’s very adjusting so don’t worry about him being uncomfortable, in fact, for you, it would feel as if you’re going around with two toddlers, because Auggie’s mental age is like 4.” Austin added, speaking out the last part loud enough for the brown haired to hear, and he was rewarded with an offended gasp from Augustus.

A week after the embarrassing incident, Mark made yet another suggestion. “Just give it a shot, Samson,” he insisted after Samson said no for the hundredth time. “The guy is completely trustworthy. He won’t breathe a syllable to anybody about this.” His old friend couldn’t possibly be serious. “A shrink? You want me to go see a shrink?” Samson asked, looking at Mark like that was the most ridiculous thing he had ever heard come out of his friends mouth. And it probably was. “I’m a One hundred and Fourty three year old vampire, Mark. What could this guy possibly say to me that I haven’t heard before?” Samson asked.

Didn't think she was the side chick, though! [Imagine being bold enough to bully the wife in public?!] [Homewrecker alert! Get out here and kneel for Maggie Cheape!] Then Maggie posted the marriage certificate—and just like that, Serena's image was toast. The hate exploded. That night, Vincent's phone lit up—his company. His boss was raging. "Fix your mess or clean out your desk." Six years of hard work, climbing nonstop—and now, one mistake had it all crashing down. His phone rang again.

"Did Fanny actually put you up to this? Because I'm curious why." "She thinks he still loves me." Derek is quiet for a moment. "I'd ask him myself but it's not my business. Jack and Eddie would probably find it fascinating." I smile. "How is SpanC doing?" “Honestly?” he asks me. I nod. “Honestly.” He stops forking steak into his mouth and chews for some time. I stop eating too and wait. "It's being uphill,” he answers. “On the first week, they lost eleven thousand dollars to ads."

Damien turned to her. "Nothing sir" Kimberly shook her head and looked away. "Good. And you, I might be filthy rich but I know the kind of girls I spend money on. Wait, raise your armpit." Damien ordered. 'This is getting out of hand' Kimberly murmured. "And why that?" Jenny asked furiously. "Are you trying to insult me again by smelling my armpit?"

"Well, not really... The thing is, OnlyFans has been made popular by NSFW content." "Oh," Sofia leaned backward, "And you have an account, Tanya?" "Oh crud, don't give me that look. It's nothing you haven't seen before." Tanya rolled her eyes. "Well, I haven't." "Yeah right, don't you watch p*rn?" Sofia flushed bright pink, "I do not." Tanya scoffed, "Next you gon' tell me you don't know what a vibrator is." Sofia looked aghast.

“There’s nothing wrong with kink. You shouldn’t feel shame for having those desires.” “Yes, but…what kind of normal, decent person likes being beaten up?” “Do I beat you up?” I asked, only slightly amused. “You know what I mean.” I smiled and slid off the desk. I crouched in front of her, lifted her hands off the folder, and opened it. “A spanking is not the same as a beating. I don’t use my fists. I will never use my fists on you.” I turned the first page over and showed her. “See?” I traced the finger down my list of hard no’s. “No punching.”