Strict Spanking Stories Novels & Stories

His voice dropped to a dangerous rumble, making my stomach clamp. Ruslan Orlov, without a doubt, is the reason why my stomach clamps every now and then. Stilling myself for what was coming, my hands quivered on the sink, waiting patiently for my punishment. “Next time,” Spank! “You should never disobey me,” Spank! “No matter what or where we are,” Spank! “If you do, spanking wouldn't be the next punishment, I swear to fuck.” Spank! By the time he stopped spanking my ass, I felt a stinging pain mixed with pleasure.

“I failed to call you sir twice after you told me to do it from now on.” Seconds later another smack landed on her ass and then again on her other cheek. Five more landed in various spots in quick succession, causing her to squirm and hop all over his lap as she cried out, begging him to stop, promising him anything he wanted if he would stop spanking her. Her pleas fell on deaf ears as he continued to punish her, and she thought her ass would explode in flames it burned so much from his hand. All he did was tighten his grip around her back, keeping her from sliding off his lap.

If this is how the triplets want to be with me, I don't think I would ever go back to my coven. "I'm going to give you ten spanks. You're going to count them aloud, without missing a number. If you do miss, we're going to start all over again. Is that clear?" I nodded my head eagerly, clenching my thighs together and squirming on his lap. Smack! I whined, not expecting it. "Use your words, baby girl. Is that clear?" Tears welled up in my eyes as I answered quietly, "Yes, sir,"

“Daddy…I want to come, but I don’t know when those words will make it out. Michael meets my words with another sweet yet stinging spank. “No, little flame. You’re not permitted to cum,” Tremors wrack through me. My mouth tumbles open, unleashing words of plea. “Please, daddy. I can’t hold it…anymore.” I squirm, bucking when he spanks me the thirtieth time. “If you come, I’ll start afresh in spanking you,” He warns, his tone grim. “Count!” “Thirty-five,” I whimper, shuddering over him. “Good girl. Keep it up, little flame, and I’ll reward you with a nice fuck.” He beats me again. “Do you know why I’m punishing you?” He asks.

Mother hissed as Grandfather spanked me again. I squealed around Daddy's cock. I suckled hard on him, my ass burning. I had no idea that being spanked would feel so— CRACK! —incredible. CRACK! Despite the pain, it felt so naughty having Grandfather discipline me. CRACK! The heat melted straight to my cunt, making me itch for cock again. CRACK! I squealed around Daddy's dirty dick. I had to polish his pole. I suckled on him with all my might, doing just that. My cheeks hollowed with the force of my passion. My tongue flicked around him, polishing his pole.

It was thick, long, and rock hard — easily nine inches. He rubbed the fat head up and down my soaked slit before slamming into me in one brutal thrust. “Fuck— Daddy!” I cried out. He railed me mercilessly over his desk, his hips slapping loudly against my ass. The sound of skin-on-skin and my wet pussy taking his cock filled the principal’s office. “You’re going to get fucked every time you misbehave,” he growled, spanking me hard between thrusts. “This tight little pussy belongs to your Principal Stepdad now.”

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She whirled around with a yelp and slapped me hard across the face like the spunky little minx she was. "Don't you dare spank me here, Kian," she objected, wriggling like an animal snared in a poacher's trap. "People will see . . . they'll hear . . ." A bastard would flog her sore, sorry ass raw, mating mark or not. But as I said, I was an ass man, and her ripe, juicy peach was just begging to be fucked. "No one is looking . . . but you bet your sweet ass they'll want to hear this. You broke rule number one. It'll be my dick doing all the spanking, and you're gonna beg for forgiveness."

The Padre from Paradise had also taught “us spare the rod and spoil the child “. The men from paradise may not have practiced what they did taught and this proves me right of my ardent knowledge of using stories to mend people. The African measures of training a lad seemed to be the perfect fit to bring up my last push as he tend to succumb whenever i had forcefully used Mama Africa's palms on him. The spark of the lingering finger tips, sketching some drawings made from the wolverine's fist on the lad's skin left him burning in maternal made hell prepared to accommodate prejudice administered to anyone that had chosen to go through the naughty realm of his. Then after minutes of sobbing he

Without warning, he spanks her ass, his brutal fist leaves red glaring marks on her skin, he grabs and spanks, spreads her ass out, only to wreck her asshole. “AH!” She jumps on her heels, finding escape but Clyde won't give her any. Instead, his hand claims her clit, squashing and squeezing, pinching and pulling, until she explodes! Her muscles tighten, her body goes into spasm, tears run down her forehead, but Clyde doesn't stop. “I told you I’d fuck you on my table, right mama?” He pulls out, scoops her shaky frame, and smacks her leaking ass on his table. “Clyde…”