Thigh Spanking 소설 & 이야기

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.

I cried out loudly as he hit the deepest part of my vagina repeatedly, until he finally climaxed. "Oh, fuck yes!" he exclaimed as he ejaculated inside me. "This is gonna be fun." He momentarily left the room and returned with a wooden paddle, which he used to spank my tender buttocks. He spanked me hard and mercilessly, ensuring my entire bottom turned red and inflamed. He forced me to lift my legs and slide my feet against the bed, spanking me even harder and eliciting angry screams. He also smacked my thighs, making me scream even louder.

My thighs are aching from being restrained for the last thirty minutes or so, but still I manage to raise my bottom up a little more. "Please spank me, Sir. I need to learn how to behave." Despite my enthusiasm for a decent spanking I still wince when the flat of a paddle caresses my right buttock. Whichever Dom is wielding it strokes the implement back and forth across my waiting cheek before lifting it and bringing it down hard. It catches me full across the widest part and hurts like fuck.

“Yes! Harder. I love it when it hurts so good.” He spanked me again and again. Each rhythmic smack made my pale bottom turn bright crimson. I squirmed on the desk and pushed my ass higher for him. “Fuck, that feels amazing,” I gasped. “My pussy is getting so wet from your spanking. Feel how soaked I am, Doctor. Slide your fingers between my thighs and check your naughty nurse.”

"I want you to count your spankings for me, darling, count correctly, and you'll be rewarded, mess up or forget to count, and we will start all over. Do you understand, pet?" "Yes, sir," Katrina replies, practically panting with need already. I place a small gentle slap on her left cheek. "One." I add more momentum to the second slap I add to her right cheek. "Two." The third slap is harder than the first and second one combined, and I place it right in the middle. "Three." She cries out breathlessly as I spread her legs. Slapping the inside of her thighs, she moans out four. And the last spanking I place on her dripping wet cunt, my middle finger landing firmly on her clit.

I moaned. Another spank. Harder this time. My pussy throbbed with every slap. “You will count them,” he said. “One… Two… Three…” I moaned as he spanked me again and again. My ass was getting hot and red. By the tenth spank, I was pushing my ass back, begging for more without words. Uncle Ken stopped and rubbed my sore cheeks gently. His fingers slipped under my thong and pulled it to the side. He touched my wet pussy lips lightly, spreading my juices.

"Come on, ptichka, defy me again, and I’ll spank you until you’re the obedient little girl I know you can be." “I… I won’t…” My voice cracked the threat of tears clawing at my throat. Slap. My body convulsed at the impact, a strange, unwelcome tingling stirring between my thighs, betraying the torment within. “Won’t what, ptichka?” I dug my nails into the counter as the water boiled, waiting holding my breath and clenching my teeth. He teased my entrance, coating it with something slippery and pushed his finger inside. The shame was too much but I kept myself from squirming afraid he might start spanking me again.

She ran the smooth side over my ass, letting me feel the cool leather. "Ten strikes," Monica said. "Count them." The first slap landed hard across both cheeks. The sting bloomed hot and sharp. "One," I gasped. The second followed quickly on the left cheek. "Two." Each strike grew harder, the paddle cracking against my reddened skin. By the fifth my voice was shaking. Tasha reached under me and found my clit, rubbing it in tight circles while Monica continued the spanking.

My bare back, butt, thighs are to him. I hear him suck in a breath for seconds. “Do you know why I’m punishing you, little mate?” “Yes.” “Perfect. For disobedience,” he whispers, spanking me with his fingers. I jolt forward as his slap stings my bare ass. He spanks again and again; the impact builds tears. Burning sensation stings the part of my spanked flesh, my tears dropping on the floor. “For creating risk,” he says. His hard slaps land on the other ass cheek. This time, the right part. I whimper in pain, wishing I could soothe my ass with my hand.

“Shut up and take it.” His fingers pushed inside me without warning — two thick digits pumping deep while his palm smacked my ass again and again. The car filled with the wet sounds of his fingers working me and the sharp crack of skin on skin. I bit my lip until it bled, trying not to make a sound, but my body was already shaking. Theodore kept spanking me, alternating cheeks, each strike harder than the last. My ass burned. Every slap sent jolts straight to my clit. “Look at that,” he laughed. “The more I hit you, the wetter you get.”