Strict Spanking Stories Novels & Stories

“What are you doing? Let me go!” “Count, little bunny,” he said and spanked me hard. “Ah!” I cried out. “Stop it!” “I said count, little bunny. If you don’t count, I will add more spanks. Now count!” He spanked me hard again. “One!” “Two!” I counted through gritted teeth as tears pricked at the corners of my eyes. Each sharp smack sent heat blooming across my skin. By the tenth spank, I was sobbing silently.

Spank “Ten! Forgive me for I have sinned! I trained hard to become strong” “Yes, you did. Good job.” Spank! “Eleven! Forgive me for I have sinned! I killed many horrible men!” “Yes! You did!” Spank “Twelve! Forgive me for I have sinned! I saved many children! I saved them from the black market! I saved them from the mafia!” “Yes! You should be so proud of yourself!” Spank! “Thirteen! Forgive me for I have sinned! I saved my master on many occasions!”

He immediately flipped me onto my stomach like I weighed nothing, yanked my hips up high, and slammed his massive cock balls-deep into my already destroyed asshole in one savage thrust. I screamed into the pillow. Jake started pounding my ass with merciless force — no warmup, no mercy, just pure brutal ownership. His hips crashed violently against my reddened cheeks as he railed my shithole like he was trying to break me permanently. “Take it, you filthy fucking anal whore,” he snarled, spanking my ass hard with every thrust. “This is what you get for prancing around the house in tiny shorts. This tight little shithole is going to be permanently gaping and leaking my cum by the time Mom and

No! As his hand descended upon my bare bottom, striking from one side to the other, I felt humiliated, treated like a foolish child. "Stop!" "I won't stop until you learn your lesson. Lies will get you killed. How many times do I have to tell you that?" Trembling, I gripped the back of the couch as the spanking continued, each smack more intense than the last. Heat surged rapidly, the pain biting into me. He was furious, yet controlled, his entire body rigid. Whatever he had experienced or heard had pushed him to another realm of torment.

His right leg trapped both of hers and his left arm held her in place, 'You already know why I am spanking you Katya so now I want you to count each one out loud. His hand came down on her ass in a strong steady rhythm, never hitting the same place twice and turning it a deep shade of pink, when she got to twenty he stopped and stroked her burning cheeks, 'You have the most delectable ass little Wolf, it is perfect for spanking and you must enjoy it to or you would learn to behave.' She whimpered as he began

Jack slaps her hard asking her to count "Why are you such a whore haa.. why are you lusting for your papa making him your daddy.. why are you making him weak for you.. you little slut" Taylor didn't take his words to her heart as she was aroused with the spanking. Her pussy became wet with slick dripping out of the closed clits. She enjoyed even his harsh spanks even when her soft ass cheeks turned red and bruised with his big palms spanking her. At the count of twenty eight, Taylor was totally sore and he couldn't be harsh. He knew she would have problems sitting for a few days. He stopped spanking and brought her back.. looked at her and said "you need to find a boy and love him Taylor.. l

Aurora yelled and Vincenzo landed her another slap on her right ass cheek. We are just starting… I’m spanking you twenty times… I want you to count. Thwack, the sound came and she groaned. 1, she cried. He kept spanking her 2, 3, ,4,5, 6, 7, 8…… until it reach the twentieth…..her ass was already red and he smiled like a demon enjoying the softness of her ass… Learn to be a good girl for your hubby… He whispered…. He doesn’t want you to use any hairpin but you stole the hairpin in his locker.

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!"

“Fuck me, Jake. Fill Mommy’s cunt while I keep eating my baby girl.” Jake didn’t hesitate. He gripped her wide hips and slammed into her in one brutal thrust. Sarah cried out into my pussy as he bottomed out, balls-deep. The force pushed her face harder against me. He started pounding her immediately—hard, deep strokes that made her heavy tits swing and slap together.

My lips begin to quiver as I want to tell him because of his daddy voice, however, he will think I am weird to think such things. “Nuh uh. I am…not lying” I say swallowing the words. “Princess , I am giving you three seconds to tell me the right answer. If not , you would force daddy to pull this car over and give you a spanking you will never forget” he says sternly , his nostril’s flare with anger. I gasp when I hear what he says – spanking is a punishment little’s receive when they disobey their daddies. “1” He starts counting. I feel so pressured; tears begin to fall from my eyes. I do not want to tell him, he will think I am crazy and that I am not worthy to be his little.