Spankings Novels & Stories

Noah: It's lunch, and you're not here. Neither is Six... Oliver: Haven't seen you in two days and rumor has it you left. Is it true? Call me when you get this! Summer: You sly girl! Are you with Six? Wesley: Shagging up to your punching bag already? Eli: Say it isn't true! You're with Six? Cash: If he hurts you, just hit him with another textbook. Try the History one. That ought to leave a real mark. Dad: Pumpkin, are you ok? Vi said she

“I’m not going to hurt your little human boyfriend. Just… scare him a little.” Her eyes widen, and she shakes her head furiously. “That’s not what I meant!” she says, her voice rising in panic. “You can’t… you can’t kill him off like Zack. That’s not how this works.” I roll my eyes, letting out a sharp laugh. “Don’t worry, Piper. I won’t kill Adam,” I reply coldly. “But I’ll make damn sure he’s not your husband. You’ll get your full inheritance, and he’ll be out of the picture. Consider it handled.”

Arianna's Black Cóck Obsession (2) SPANK! “Mmm, thank you, Daddy,” Arianna moaned, her voice quivering as the sharp sting spread across her ass. SPANK! “Thank you, Daddy!” she cried again, louder this time, wanting him to hear how much she loved it. SPANK! SPANK! SPANK! She hit herself harder, the sound echoing through her bedroom. Each slap made her flesh bounce and burn, and after every one she gave thanks, panting with the effort. The skin turned red beneath her hand, glowing with the punishment, and the ache only pushed her arousal higher.

Please answer the question before I castrate you ;) Was that so difficult? How about Friday , the days shorter nd we can take you to Zack's house straight after school Okey dokey... Bye __________________________ Vote Comment Author's Notes kinda bore me... ~T

The sweet scent of mortals in their prime as they entertain their exuberance. It has always been his pleasure. What better way to live in a world where his kind are called monsters. He leaves the women and goes to the bar where Bryan is on duty. Bryan serves his boss a glass of bourbon. No need to ask, he knows his boss after all. “I didn’t see you guys today,” Marcel’s French accent annoys the sphinx. “I almost forgot that you are still alive, Smeagle” Samuel mocks him. Marcel sniffs into the air and spits.

Sabrina moaned, but at the same time she waved her bum back and forth making it clear that she wanted more. You went back to spanking her again, this time swapping back and forth between the cheeks which made her stumble a few times on the count. By the end, her entire ass was a bright, warm pink and she'd gotten another thirteen or so spanks on each cheek, and she'd abandoned trying to correct her 'sirs' from Daddy.

Harper- My knee bounces nonstop as I sit on the side of the bathtub. “Harper, for the love of the moon goddess stay still” Nina says besides me as we watch the numbers on her phones countdown clock wind down. “I can’t help it” I say feeling a strange mixture of excitement, fear, nausea and I don’t know what else but I can’t help it. Ever since the first time Nixon knotted we’ve been going at it like a couple of jackrabbits in a never ending heat.

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!"