Strict Spanking Stories Novels & Stories

“You wouldn’t put me down! You’ve hit me plenty of times—so what if I hit you twice?” His eyes darkened, sharp with a dangerously calm fury. He gripped my jaw, his fingers rough but not painful. “Spanking,” he said slowly, mockery dripping from every syllable, “is a form of sexual suggestion. Is this how you plan to handle our divorce?” My breath caught. Sexual? My cheeks flamed. “That’s ridiculous!” I protested. “You started it! You were spanking me for years—since I was fifteen! How is it discipline when you do it, but something else when I do?”

His voice became challenging. “I’ll spank you.” And all of a sudden, Derry became silent. He squinted his eyes and only glared at Ahaz. Children have not liked spanking since childhood. His mother used to beat him in the house like this every day for his evils. Due to his mischief, many times his parents had to be embarrassed in school. His mother spanked him many times but he did not get any wisdom till now. He still misbehaves with no shame and is spanked by his mother.

"Now, why are you getting a spank?" Shasta's heart pounded. "Because I went out on the lake in the middle of a storm." "You're getting a spank because you did something very dangerous, and you need to remember to always keep yourself safe." She nodded, chewing on her bottom lip. "You're going to lie across my lap with your stomach over the left arm of the chair." He helped her get into position, her legs between his, her torso over the chair's rolled arm. He hooked his right leg over both of hers to prevent her from kicking out. Her luscious ass, covered by the long tail of the flannel shirt, was front and center.

I have no idea how long he went before he stopped but he wasn’t done with me. Instead he forced my legs apart and started touching me, whispering about how old does a pup have to be to get a hard on. I squirmed even more, trying to get away. The first time he just said something, the second time he squeezed me, the third time was another spanking."

“You sent those pictures to break me. To make me snap.” I grinned through the tears, defiant even as I clenched around his fingers. “Did it work?” His growl was my only answer. He spun me, slamming my chest to the door, dress hiked to my waist. Cool air hit my ass—then his palm cracked down, spanking me raw. Once. Twice. Five times until I was sobbing, ass glowing red, pussy gushing down my thighs. “Count them, little slut,” he snarled, claws digging into my hips. “Count how many times Daddy has to punish you before you learn.”

It was quite clear that he was definitely enjoying my ordeal. "How many spanks do you think would suffice for these mistakes?" He asked. "I am not a kid that you will spank," I retaliated. "You are everything that I want you to be," he shot back, his words dripping with possessiveness, "and be glad that I am leaving you just by spanking." What a joke! "I believe five spanks for each mistake should suffice to start," His hand pressed against my buttock, a chilling sensation that sent shivers down my spine. "Now, count for me."

Trembling, I lie down across his lap, my ass curving into the air. In a sudden, breathtaking motion, my panties are pulled down to my knees. Slap! Slap! He spanks one round cheek, then the other. Over and over. Faster and faster. Not hard, but enough to sting. "This is what Daddy does when you've been a bad girl," he says, in that low, menacing voice. More spanks. As I wriggle, he drops a firm arm across my waist to keep me in place. "This is what you need. Have you ever gotten the discipline you deserve, Kori?"

"Now I want you to get on that fridge over there, and shoot out your ass for me. Master needs to spank you for being very disobedient. My fridge wasn't the long standing one, it's more like the short, flat long one?... I guess. My hands went involuntarily to my ass, I can't let Ethan spank me on my ass. That shit is painful. My mum once spanked me and I got her arrested. I was ten years old then. Ever since then, no one has ever done that to me again. "I'm waiting slave... you shouldn't keep me waiting." He said softly, too softly.... He sounded mischievous. "There's no way I'm letting you spank me on my ass, I'm not going to climb my fridge and let you hit me on the ass!" I said dead seriou

I could feel his rod poking into my stomach, and I realized that he, too, was aroused. I heard the sharp intake of his breath and felt one of his hands on my back, holding me in place. His other hand rubbed my bottom in a circular motion. I was starting to relax; it felt nice. Then it stopped and a stinging slap was smacked on to me. I jumped and gasped. “No, Tova,” he said, gently. “When I am spanking you, you are not allowed to move or to make a noise. If you do, I start over.”

, Conner ordered. Sarah quickly stood up on the bed and positioned herself like a horse. Conner took off his pants and crawl on the bed, he positioned himself behind her and slapped her ass. Sarah grab the bedsheet as she moan out in pleasure,"Please don't stop, please don't stop spanking me daddy", She said as she enjoyed his magic hands hit hard against her ass. He grab her hair and pulled it back against his chest," Are you sure you want this?", Conner asked as he slapped her ass harder, making it turn red.