Thigh Spanking Novels & Stories

My cock stirred in my robes at the sight of her young, untouched form, full breasts, narrow waist, and the soft mound between her legs that I had claimed as mine alone. I sat on the edge of the altar and drew her across my lap, her bare bottom presented perfectly. The first spanking was always ritualistic, a purification. “Recite with me,” I commanded, my palm hovering. “ ‘Children, obey your parents in the Lord, for this is right.’” The slap landed firmly on her right cheek, the sound sharp and echoing. Sophia yelped, jerking in my lap. “Say it,” I urged, rubbing the spot tenderly.

"Cupcake, as much as I love you staring, we're here for something else. Let's say this is your punishment home." He says, his eyes glaring at me with this intensity that makes me shiver. In one swift movement, he walks towards me, not giving me a chance to speak. He picks me up by my waist, throwing me over his shoulder like I weigh nothing. His arms tower over my ass as he walks towards the building in long strides, spanking my ass as we move. I feel my cheeks flush hot as he spanks me, my inner thighs getting wet, my gown already riding up to my waist so my ass is bare. I'm just in my thong which has already disappeared between my ass cheeks.

"Keep your knees spread." Bella tries to increase the distance between her thighs as much as she can, considering how she is tied up, and tenses with anticipation. Unlike Beth and me, Peter's sadistic side rarely surfaces, which is a good thing, considering that for his wife an over the knee spanking equals punishment. But like us, he's never one to pass up a chance when it presents itself, so when he brings the flogger down on Bella's left thigh it is with enough force to make her jerk in her bonds. Her knees remain

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."

I cried out, the sound turning into a moan as he kneaded the stinging flesh roughly. “Say it properly.” “I’m a filthy slut,” I whimpered, pushing my ass back toward him like a bitch in heat. My nipples scraped against the hood through my tank top, rock hard and aching. Tears of overwhelmed lust pricked my eyes. The spanking continued—five, six, seven hard smacks alternating between cheeks until my ass burned crimson and my thighs were slick with arousal running down them. Each slap sent jolts straight to my clit. I was grinding against the hood now, humping it shamelessly.

' he growled, spinning me and bending me over the bed. Crack! His palm met with my ass cheek, the sting red on my skin. “You like that, slut?” He growled. “Yes… spank me harder!" I gasped, arching back. Between slaps, his fingers ripped my thong off, fingers probing my wet folds. “Soaked already. You like being punished?”

I smiled as I raised my hand and began the spanking. I put enough force into the spanks to make her gasp in shock at the sting but not enough to actually hurt. To her credit, she only jumped and gasped at the first surprise spank and was able to call out all ten spanks. By the tenth spank, her little ass cheeks were pink and she was squirming on my lap. I then began to gently massage her ass cheeks causing Cindy to moan softly.

In one brutal twist he yanked my thighs apart, flipped me mid-air like I weighed nothing, and slammed my stomach down over his shoulder. My wet tits slapped against his back. Water dripped everywhere. My ass was up, exposed, black-veined thighs spread wide. “Time for your spanking, Red,” he purred, voice wrecked from the choke but dripping with delight. The first smack landed, open palm, full force and right across both cheeks. The sound cracked hard and pain exploded, bright and hot, whip marks from earlier screaming in protest. “Motherfucker!” I snarled, bucking wildly, nails raking down his back through his shirt. “Let me go, you twisted piece of shit!”

I alternated—ice and mouth, cold and hot—until she was writhing, moaning beautifully for me. Then came the spanking. I released her ankles temporarily, flipped her onto her stomach with wrists still bound above her, and propped a pillow under her hips. Her ass was raised perfectly. I started soft warm up strokes of my palm over her cheeks, rubbing the skin until it glowed. Then harder. Sharp, resounding smacks that made her gasp and moan. I alternated cheeks, occasionally dipping my fingers between her thighs to find her soaked. “You’re dripping down your thighs,” I growled, spanking her again, harder. “Such a dirty wife.” I whispered with every brutal slow thrust. Somehow this felt even mor

“Get on my thighs, Lylah.” Lylah? Seems he has let go of the slut word. Is that a good sign? Giving in to my fate, I got on his thighs like he asked, eyes closed, anticipating the pain that didn't take long before it came. The spanking resumed, the sharp blows landing on me again. Oddly enough, when I squirmed on his thighs and felt his hard cock poking my stomach, my pussy clenched, and my nipples grew harder like pebbles.