Strict Spanking Stories Novels & Stories

His thumb replaces his tongue – pressing against the spit-slicked rim, pushing gently inside while his fingers stay in my pussy. "Your punishment isn't over," he says. His thumb presses deeper into my ass. His fingers curl in my pussy. Both hands working inside me while I lie wrecked over the couch arm. "You thought you'd take a spanking and a paddling and that would be it. But bratty little sluts who break rules on purpose don't get off that easy."

Each one, harder than the one before it. The spanking did the opposite of what I think he intended it to. I felt like a child but I am not going to lie, it felt good

I rubbed her asš gently before lifting my hand and delivering the first spanking, making her bite her bottom lip and grip the arm rest tightly. My grip on her hair tightened as I pressed my lips to her ear. “You didn’t count so that one won’t be considered part of the ten.” I told her, making her whimper. I spanked her hard again, forcing her to screām ‘one’. “That’s more like it.” I whispered in her ear, caressing her asš cheek with the hand that delivered the blow. “I love making you screām.” I stopped caressing her asš to smack the same red cheek again. “Two.” She panted as her legs trembled before screāming ‘three’ with the next smack.

"He didn't waste time with talk. He just... he drove into me. It hurt for a second, Bridge. Not a bad hurt, but that 'too much' kind of hurt. He stretched me until I thought I’d break. And then he just started hammering. No rhythm, no grace, just raw power. He was marking me. Every shove felt like he was saying 'mine.'" "And you?" Bridget asked, her own breathing sounding shallow. "What did you do?" "I screamed," I said plainly. "I didn't care who heard. I scratched that expensive mahogany desk until my nails hurt. I called him Professor. I think that’s what did it. When I said his title while he was buried inside me, he just snapped. He hit my clit with his hand and kept thrusting until I s

Spank Spank Spank He spanked her constantly, She felt insanely stupid for moaning and crying at a time, She felt like screaming, shouting, to pull something, she wanted to escape but her body was failing her every action, it like her body was bound to behave to him “You” she moaned loudly at the contact of his hand at her rare end He then hosted her up making her sit on his lap, her face looked red with all the crying moaning, and she looked like a red apple now He placed his lips on her cheek and sucked her tears, kissed her eyes and nose tip, making her blush more at his caring and dominant self “Remember princess, you are mine, you belong to me, only me to kiss, touch, please you, you let

'Time for a spanking. I felt her hand on my back, pushing me down firmer. Then—crack! Something hard hit my ass through my pants. It stung like fire. I yelped. 'Quiet,' she snapped. It was a ruler, thick and wooden, from her desk. She swung it again, harder this time. Smack! The pain shot through me, making my legs shake. 'Count them,' she said. 'One,' I gasped. Smack! 'Two.'

"You're never going to be anything but disobedient. You will always need stern punishment and hard fucking." The vision of her draped over my lap, her reddened bottom on display for all the world to see as I spanked her, discipling the disobedient woman was almost too much. My balls swelled, screaming for relief. I could almost feel the sting in my hand from the intensity of her spanking, one hard smack coming after the other in rapid succession. I could see the way her face twisted in a combination of pleasure and pain as he body wiggled, trying desperately to keep her position.

He sits down, yanking me over his knee, my body trembling as the familiar sense of control slips away. “You’ve been bad, little deer,” he growls, his hand slamming down hard on my ass. I whimper, the sting sharp and immediate. “Changing the locks on the door,” he continues, spanking me again. The sting lingers, heat radiating from my skin. I bite back a whimper as he strikes again. “Closing the curtains, hiding from me so I can't see you sleep,” he growls, each word punctuated by the sharp crack of his hand against my flesh.

"Sorry isn’t enough, baby girl. You need to be punished. Properly. So you never forget who owns you." Before she could protest, Mason lifted her effortlessly and carried her to the large leather couch in the corner of the study. He sat down and draped her over his lap, her sundress riding up to expose her bare ass. Marcus stood in front of her, tilting her chin up. "Ten spanks from each of us," Marcus said calmly. "And you’re going to count every single one. If you miss a number, we start over. Understand?" "Yes, Sir," Trinity whispered, the word slipping out naturally. Her pussy was already growing wet with shameful arousal.

Cool air hit my bare skin, and I shivered, my body already responding to his touch, to the anticipation coiling tight inside me. "You're going to count," he said, his voice rough, commanding. "Every single one. And if you protest, if you try to talk back, I'll spank you harder. Understood?" I opened my mouth to argue, to say this was ridiculous, but the first slap landed before I could get the words out. The sting spread across my ass, hot and intense. "One," I gasped, my fingers curling into the bedspread. Another slap, harder this time, on the other cheek.