Thigh Spanking Novels & Stories

Her clit throbbed visibly after each hit. “Stand up. Bend over the bench. Hands flat. Legs wide.” She scrambled to obey. Bent at the waist. Palms planted on the padded bench. Ass high. Thighs spread. Pussy exposed and dripping down the inside of her legs. I didn’t tease. I just started spanking her bare ass. Full strength. Left cheek. Right cheek. Over and over. The sound cracked through the room like whips. Her skin turned from pale to bright pink to deep angry red in minutes.

I was here until he decided to let me go. As his hands slapped over my oversenttized butt, I cried out, but it soudned more like a damned moan. TO my horror, I rollled my hips, trying to grind my clit against his solid trousers-covered thighs. And despite the agonizing pain, I lifted my ass higher, lifting for the blows, rubbing my clit and nipples over his thighs with reckless abandon. I was going to cum. Wetness will flood out of my hole and stain his pants all because Keagan was spanking me. As suddenly as the blows started, they stopped.

She was wearing the black thongs he had got her while shopping for some clothes for her. He began spanking her one after the other. Ayra bit her lip to control the moan that was about to escape her lips. His grunts and her muffled moan filled the room. “You will never leave this place,” Spank! “You will always be by my side,” Spank! “You are mine,” Spank! This time she moaned loudly due to pain and pleasure. By the time he was done, her ass cheeks were red due to all the spanking. Ayra was dripping wet. All the spanking only turned her on. She was embarrassed that she reacted this way to his touch. Heck, she didn’t even know why she let him touch her in the first place.

Thalia kicked and screamed throughout the ride, but Carter didn't let go of her every time she tried to scamper off his lap, he would knot her hair in his hand and hold her head up until her arched back started to hurt, he would stare down at her until she backed down under his dominance and continue with his spanking. With every act of defiance, his spanking would get harsher than before. Finally, Thalia gave up when her eyes started to sting and all she could feel was the streaked pain on her butt, when she stopped Carter paused as well “ do you want to start counting as a good girl now?”

“Lay back on the bed and open your legs.'' He ordered. I swallowed in fear and lowered my body to the bed while I opened my legs to him. I felt a droplet of tears on my cheek, but I held them, not wanting him to hear my cry. I felt his warm hand on my thighs not in a way of caressing, but he was squeezing it with anger and spanking it with hate. I gulped as I felt his constant spanks on my Thighs. He kept spanking my Thighs, and unexpectedly he inserted a finger forcefully into my Vagina, which made me cry out in pain, and then I received a spank on my thighs. ''One more sound from you, and I will send you back to your father and take his life.” He threatened and let go of my neck. He stroke

Each thrust was deliberate, rough, his cock dragging against my inner walls with exquisite friction, hitting spots that made stars burst behind my eyelids. The size kink hit hard—he was so thick, so long and so, twitching inside me. I felt every ridge, every vein, the fullness making me feel claimed, owned. He spanked my sore ass mid-thrust, his massive palm cracking down on the bruised flesh, reigniting the fire from earlier. I yelped, the sting sharp and immediate, but it blended with the pleasure, my twat clenching harder around him, fluttering wildly. "Fuck, you're tight," he growled, spanking again, the sound echoing like a whip.

A tremor of pleasure rippled through her as she noticed it, the forbidden desire burning between her thighs at the fact the idea of spanking her turned him on. Still nodding, he said, “Yes. Yes, I think you’re right. A proper spanking should do the trick.” He held up a finger as if just thinking of something. “Of course, a proper spanking requires it to be on your bare bottom. Do you have a problem with that, Mrs. Tanner?” “No, sir.” She shook her head as she swayed in place slightly. “I said I would do whatever you thought necessary. Spanking me on my bare rear seems only right.”

Brenda screamed, her whole body jerking forward. I gripped her hips like handles and started pounding her mercilessly. Hard, deep and filthy. The loud, wet slap-slap-slap of my balls smacking her clit filled the entire living room. Her juices and cream coated my shaft, dripping down her thighs with every violent thrust. “Take it, you little whore,” I growled, spanking her ass hard. “This is what you get for teasing me for months. This pussy belongs to me now.”

His cum from before mixed with my fresh wetness leaked out around his cock running down my thighs dripping onto the floor in messy puddles. I was moaning nonstop voice breaking. “Daddy—yes—harder—fuck me harder—” He grabbed my hair yanked my head back so my back arched deep. The new angle let him hit even deeper cock bullying that spot inside me over and over. My legs started shaking thighs trembling so hard I thought they would give out. “Legs shaking already baby?” he laughed low spanking me again. “You love getting railed like this don’t you? Bent over like a dirty little slut in my shop.”

Every brutal slap sent pain through me, but it soon melted into pleasure My cunt clenched greedily around her fingers, making squelching sounds that filled the room. I was grinding back like a bitch in heat “Please… Lila… please!” I begged as drool slipped from my lips. She shoved a third finger inside me stretching my tight pussy wide, fucking me while her palm moved against my sore ass again and again. “Please what, you pathetic slut?” She laughed twisting her fingers “Please stop spanking your greedy cunt? Or please ruin you like the needy little pain-whore you really are?”