Thigh Spanking Novels & Stories

My thighs are trembling and the grip of my arms around my legs is weakening. As I drop my legs down, he begins spanking my pussy harshly. “In position now, or do you want me to keep spanking you?” Fuck! Why does it feel amazing? “I—I’m trying,” I say through clenched teeth as my legs shake uncontrollably as his hand lands between my thighs nonstop. “I can’t hold them…” He pauses and smirks. “Don’t worry, I’ve my ways.” He steps back. He disappears into the hallway and returns with a gleam in his eyes… and something behind his back.

Oscar I wasn't really mad anymore, but she didn't need to know that. I would never touch her in anger. That was a big no-no for a Dom. She'd chosen the wooden paddle and I would need her on her feet, bent over the edge of the bed. The wood was thick and long, kinda like me (hehe), so I wanted to make sure that I got her butt cheeks. The fattiest areas were best for this device. I didn't want to mistakenly hit her back, which I wouldn't, but I wanted to be safe. This was her first punishment and her first real spanking. Twenty licks was a lot too, but I couldn't go easy on her. She put herself in danger by leaving and going to his house, even if he wasn't there.

He wraps a fistful of my hair around his hand and slightly tugs my head back so that I am facing him. He leans closer, his swollen lips brushing mine. "You know, red." He warned biting my lower lip. "I think we should try again with the spanking. I could make it more alluring. Make you love it." I felt my lower regions throb as his lips caressed my neck. His hands trailed down my body and found its way under my silky black nightdress still wrapped around my waist. Tugging at the hem of my thong he then slipped in a finger and ran it up and down my hot wet slit.

His hand spanks on my tits—hard, that made them bounce and sting, nipples rock-hard under the abuse, turning cherry red as I moaned around his cock, the vibrations making him thrust harder, precum leaking straight down my throat. We flipped into lap dance frenzy again with me straddling on top, grinding my soaked pussy raw along his rigid shaft without letting him sink in—cock sliding hot between my puffy lips, bumping and grinding my clit with every filthy roll of my hips, ass cheeks clapping as I bounced faster, spanking his chest now in return, nails raking down to leave trails while he gripped my hips bruising, forcing the pace harder.

I can feel how wet I am, slick coating my inner thighs. He stops less than a foot away, towering over me. “Stand up.” My legs feel shaky as I obey, thighs pressing together to ease the ache pulsing in my clit. He sits on the edge of the wide leather couch, spreads his legs slightly, and pats one hard thigh once—firm, no hesitation. “Over my lap. Now.” My heart slams against my ribs. “Uncle Luke—” “Don’t.” He cut me off. “You have earned a spanking, Elara. A good, hard one. And you are going to take it like a good girl, or it is going to be much worse.”

The position left me completely exposed and vulnerable. Ethan stepped behind me, running a large, warm hand over the smooth globes of my ass. He delivered a sharp smack to one cheek, then the other. The sting bloomed hot across my skin, making me yelp. “Ten thousand dollars,” he said, spanking me again, harder. “That’s how many spanks you owe at minimum. But we’ll spread them out over the thirty days. Tonight is only the beginning.” He spread my ass cheeks, exposing everything. Two thick fingers slid through my soaked folds, gathering my wetness before pushing deep inside my pussy.

She was just as pissed off as I was. “You’ll see.” I threatened, not sure what I would do yet. I walked away without so much of a glance. If she brought that attitude with her tonight, I’d find a way to punish her. The first thing that came to mind was spanking her, which made me roll my eyes at myself. Spanking a woman is hardly a punishment for either party and always leads to sex. If she had proof of my handprint on her ass, that contract would be broken in no time, and I’d have to pay up without getting anything out of it.

“This greedy cunt belongs to me now. Feel how deep I’m buried? I’m going to wreck this pussy until you can’t walk.” Thandiwe came violently — screaming as her pussy convulsed and squirted hard around his pistoning cock, hot jets spraying across his thighs and dripping into the gorge far below. He didn’t stop. He kept pounding her, spanking her clit hard. “Again,” he growled. “Cum again like the filthy slut you are. Soak my cock. Make a mess while I breed you.”

he said warmly, “but good girls still need discipline.” He began spanking me, landing swats across my breasts, inner thighs, and my swollen pussy. Each slap made me jerk and moan loudly. The pain bloomed into heat that went straight to my clit. Ms. Voss turned on a powerful wand vibrator and pressed it firmly against my clit while he continued spanking. The combination made me groan and writhe against the ropes while they edged me like there was no tomorrow. Every time I got close, they pulled the vibrator away and stopped spanking, leaving me trembling and pleading with random nosies.

I nodded at him from the mirror, opening my lips to talk as I realized I should use words, but before I could say anything, he pulled back and spanked my ass so hard, making me squirm. "Fucking words, baby!!!" He let out a hot low growl, spanking my other ass, and just like that, Gabriel began spanking my both ass as he graced my ears with dirty words, growling harder. I felt tears prick at the corner of my eyes, my pussy throbbing harder from his spanking.