Thigh Spanking Novels & Stories

he warned, voice low and commanding, spanking me again, harder, the burn spreading across my skin like fire, making my pussy clench and drip more, juices running down my inner thighs. He grabbed a wooden spoon from the drawer, the handle smooth and thick, and cracked it across my ass—once, twice, three times—each hit leaving red welts that throbbed with every strike, the pain making me sob but my pussy gush even more, fluids slicking my thighs as I pushed back for more, the mix of hurt and heat turning me into a trembling mess. "Naughty little tease," he growled, spanking one more time before dropping to his knees behind me, spreading my ass cheeks wide with his big hands, exposing my pucker

He smiled as he saw me watching, then knelt on the bed behind me, pushing my shoulders forwards and down, making me lift my ass higher. I stretched my arms out in front me, pressing my ass back towards him, and he spanked it sharply. I gasped, the sound turning into a soft moan as I felt his head pressed right against my opening. I pushed back again, moaning softly, "Thane, please.." my voice thick with need.

spank Come on baby say you're mine. I increased the thrust of my fingers. “fuck.. Vel… say you're mine.” Spank… I slapped her ass ten times, her buttocks turned red as my palm print appeared on it. “Fine, I'm yours. I'm yours only when we are indoors but when we are outside I'm just your best friend's daughter.” Spank…. I splanked her ten more times, angered by her words. I resumed fingering her.

Pushing my thighs up until they were on either side of my face, he delivered another spank. “Hold them,” I panted, wrapping my arms around my thighs to keep them jp, trying to steady my breathing. Blond's hands were hard and rough as they found my pussy and pinched it, driving me fucking nuts. My grip on my thighs loosened and he slapped my pussy in warning. I screamed at the painful pleasure and held on to it tighter. Oh my God! This was thrilling, so damn thrilling. “Watch me!” He barked, raising the large rough device up for me to see.

He spanked her ass so hard that if the same pain has been befalling on her face for sure her jaw would have been dislocated. He grazed the back of his finger on her now red ass and then another loud slap reverberated in the thick atmosphere of the room. Soft whimpers began to break out through her lips. Her ass begin to thump with pain. He spanked her butt with the hand where he had his ring on inflicting more pain.

His rough hand cupped my pussy from behind, two thick fingers sliding between my lips and pushing inside me without warning. “Nice and tight,” he said, voice low and gravelly. “But sloppy already. Marco’s cum still inside you?” “Yes, Don,” I whispered. He chuckled darkly and slapped my ass hard. The sting made me jump. “Good. I like my whores pre-lubricated.” He grabbed me by the hair and dragged me to the couch. He sat down and pulled me across his lap face down, ass up. Without any warm-up he started spanking me — hard, heavy slaps that echoed through the room. My ass cheeks turned bright red in seconds.

Right then, Cole made a move. He only took a small step forward. His icy gaze was locked on me, and he was unwavering. It was as if that intense fight before had nothing to do with him. He raised his hand again and made to slap me for the third time. I was frozen in place as I watched that hand come closer. My loved ones seemed unaffected. They were simply allowing this to happen. My heart was caught in the depths of despair. I did not even have the strength to avoid the slap.

“There’s nothing wrong with kink. You shouldn’t feel shame for having those desires.” “Yes, but…what kind of normal, decent person likes being beaten up?” “Do I beat you up?” I asked, only slightly amused. “You know what I mean.” I smiled and slid off the desk. I crouched in front of her, lifted her hands off the folder, and opened it. “A spanking is not the same as a beating. I don’t use my fists. I will never use my fists on you.” I turned the first page over and showed her. “See?” I traced the finger down my list of hard no’s. “No punching.”

I breathed, as his other hand pressed my hips tightly. "Look at me!" He ordered and I did just that, my breathing shallow and my heart beating so loud I bet he heard it. "Next time, you talk about that kind of shit again... I'll do more than just spanking you." He threatened and I nodded unconsciously. We were at the middle of the road, talking about spanks and I was soaking wet down there. God! I felt like wiggling down there and I did just that!

He landed another painful smack on my thigh. Each spank meeting different part, either my ass, my thigh, or the place where my thigh and ass connect. He also alternated between the left cheek and the right, sometimes landing them right on top of the welts he had given me earlier, sometimes catching the underside of my ass so the sting passes straight to my clit. By the fifth slap I was sobbing into the sheets, pushing my hips back for more, even as fresh tears stung my eyes. My pussy was dripping even more, the slick sounds embarrassing and loud every time his hand connected with my ass.