Thigh Spanking Novels & Stories

He spins me again, bends me over the toilet lid, and drives back in from behind. No mercy now. He fucks me like he’s trying to punish me for almost getting caught, hips slamming, hand fisted in my hair, the other spanking my ass raw. Every thrust forces a choked sob from my throat. “Take it,” he hisses. “Take your father-in-law’s cock while your husband walks away like a fucking idiot.” I come again, harder than before, squirting so violently it splashes the toilet tank.

He rubbed the spot soothingly, then delivered another smack to the other cheek — harder this time. “Count them for me, princess,” he said, voice calm and steady. “Ten spanks for coming home so late and dressed like you wanted attention from boys who don’t deserve you.” “One…” I breathed as the third smack landed. By the fifth, my ass was warm and tingling, and I was dripping down my thighs. Marcus noticed. He paused to slide his fingers back between my legs, pumping them slowly inside me while he continued the spanking with his other hand. “Six… seven… oh God, Daddy—” My voice broke into a moan as his fingers curled perfectly against that sweet spot inside me.

Allen suggested, continuing to issue one hard strike after another. Nothing could have prepared me for what he was doing. I continued to struggle, hissing when he dared to yank on my gorgeous dress, managing to pull it up and over my already aching bottom. The fact I’d worn a thong forced a blast of heat to erupt across my cheeks. “Bad girls need to be spanked fully naked, but I’ll spare you the humiliation,” he growled. Was he kidding me? I wanted to scream but was terrified I’d call unwanted attention. I bit my lower lip as he resumed the spanking, each strike harder than the one before. I realized I was counting off the number of brutal smacks.

"If he gets hard during your spanking, he may fuck you." "Yes, Mistress." Cindy crawled over to Bill. "Master Thornhill, I spied on my brother and his girlfriend fucking when they were dating. I was very bad and should be punished. Would you please administer fifty strokes to my bare ass?" "Over my lap, slave." "Yes, Master." Cindy draped herself over Thornhill's lap. I felt myself getting hard again. Julia whispered to Rhonda to suck my cock nice and slow. "Don't let him cum until Cindy does."

I nodded and he spanked my ass hard, I gasped. “That’s for nodding, use your word slut.” He said spanking me hard this time causing a thrill to run through me. “ one.” I moan breathlessly, grabbing the bedsheet tighter. “Good girl.” He said " Spank again, harder this time, I bit my hand to stop myself from screaming, another hard spank landed on my ass, “That’s for trying to muffle your moan, I want to hear you scream the whole house down.” My pussy was drenched with need by the time he was done spanking me.

“Not even ten spanks and this ass is already turning red. You were born to take beatings, weren’t you, slut?” “Yes, Sir… I was born for this… to be spanked by you…” He delivered five more rapid, heavy slaps in a row, focused on the lower part of her ass, right near her thighs. The sound was constant: PLACK! PLACK! PLACK! PLACK! PLACK! Ravenna cried out, her body twisting over his legs, but her pussy betrayed her completely. She was soaked. A thick strand of arousal ran down the inside of her left thigh, glistening in the red light.

Rae’s POV Killian’s cock was still teasing at my entrance — the thick head nudging just inside the tight ring of muscle, coated in my wetness, sliding up and down my slit in slow, deliberate strokes that made my thighs shake. I was bent over the couch arm, ass high, skirt flipped up around my waist, thong pulled roughly to the side. My palms pressed into the cushions, fingers curled tight, knuckles white. The sting from the spanking still burned across my cheeks — hot, throbbing, every tiny shift sending fresh sparks straight to my clit.

I sob, gripping the couch as he pounds me, hips slapping my ass hard enough to echo. “Take it,” he grunts, one hand fisting my hair, the other spanking me red. “Take every inch while N*****x watches.” .

I laughed breathlessly, already reaching to pull my dress off, but he caught my wrists in one big hand. “On your knees,” he ordered. Heat flooded between my legs. I obeyed immediately, turning over and pushing up onto all fours, arching my back for him. He unzipped my dress and ripped it down my body, leaving me in just my black lace thong. His palm cracked against my ass — hard. I gasped, then moaned, pushing back into the sting. “Fuck, I missed this,” I groaned. “You’ve no idea how many times I came to the thought of you,” he growled, spanking me again, harder. The sharp smacks echoed in the room as he turned my ass pink and burning. By the time he stopped, I was dripping down my thighs.

They are waiting for their turn. "Look at her taking it," Sarah’s voice cuts through the noise, breathy and high. "She loves it. Look at her ass." A sharp sting explodes across my right buttock as someone’s hand connects with my skin. The shock of it makes my muscles spasm around Dave’s cock, and he groans, his fingers sinking into my hips hard enough to bruise. Another slap lands on the other cheek. Then another. The rhythmic spanking blends with the thrusting, a cacophony of sensation that pushes me higher, spiraling toward an edge that feels less like pleasure and more like a terrifying freefall.