Thigh Spanking 소설 & 이야기

He pushed two fingers inside me, and I loved it when his thumb pressed against my cl*t. “If this is what you call punishment, then I’ll always make you angry,” I said as he granted me a moment to catch my breath. He responded with a mischievous smirk and deftly shifted my legs to the left. Before I could grasp his intentions, a sudden jolt of pain shot through my rear end. “Consider this a little spanking for how you addressed your Alpha,” he quipped, his hand poised for another strike that landed with a resounding slap. He continued the rhythmic spanking, his two fingers orchestrating a dance of sensation across my skin. The pain transformed into a peculiar, twisted pleasure I was oddly dra

My soaked pussy was throbbing with need with every slap landed on my ass. “This is what you wanted, isn’t it, you wanted Daddy to rip these pretty little panties off in the store, against those mirrors, knowing somebody could hear us, getting your pussy ripped away by me,” He growled, spanking me again and again. I could only moan and nod, too hard to form words. He kept going until my ass burned unbearably and I was sobbing his name, begging for mercy. Only then did he hook his fingers into the waistband of my ruined thong and rip it off in one brutal tug.

he instructed, pushing between my shoulder blades until my chest met the cold surface. I gasped at the temperature shock against my breasts, my nipples hardening instantly. "Spread your legs wider," he commanded, kicking my feet apart with his own. I complied, feeling utterly exposed and vulnerable. His hand came down hard on my ass, the sound echoing through the kitchen. "Count," he demanded. "One," I gasped. Another slap, harder this time. "Two!" By the time we reached six, my ass was burning, and I was embarrassingly wet. His fingers trailed between my legs, confirming just how aroused the spanking had made me.

He spanked me again, but this time hitting the tender flesh that met the tops of my thighs. “Please!” I begged. “It hurts!” My plea was rewarded with a volley of spanks that were far worse than the ones he had been giving me. He continued on with a ferocious spanking as I kicked, wiggled, clung to his calf and cried out in pain. The sound of his palm connecting with my punished flesh echoed off the walls of the tiled room, the only sound louder was my cries for mercy. Over and over, Knox held my helpless body to his lap and spanked my butt, even taking some time to once again spank my upper thighs and the area where my bottom met my legs. It was excruciating, and the fact that he could do al

He tapped the ladle on my left inner thigh lightly. "Y-yes sir." I responded. "Good!" He spanked my pussy again and I cried out as the ladle hit my wet pussy. The next spank was with his hand and oh fuck! "You are so wet. Look at your thighs shaking" he pulled the ladle at my clit and then down to my pussy, his eyes fixated on me the whole time and then he raised it and down it came again on my pussy. "Fuck!" I cried out, hands reaching for my thighs desperately to hold them apart because I had almost slammed them together just now.

You let go of your cock and made a motion like you were slapping your inner thighs, then returned to your cock. Sabrina gasped. "You'd spank my thighs? That would sting so bad, baby, but just thinking about it has got me dripping wet. Hold on." Sabrina trailed her hand from her pubic hair to her thigh, then rubbed the pale skin and gave it a little slap. "Ooh, I don't know if I can do it to myself," she said. "Your hand is just so much bigger than mine, and you can be more forceful. I bet you'd turn both of my thighs red."

my voice sounded incredibly turned on and deep as he chuckled a little as his hands caressed my bare ass before snapping the sting on the thong lightly making me gasp at the intrusion. Before I could even breathe out, I felt a stinging spank on my ass making me squeal as I felt tingles on my red hot skin, “Jesus, I can’t wait to fuck you once I am done spanking you. Today I will fuck you from behind, you will take it like a good girl when I ravage you, and all you can do is bury your face in the pillow and scream.” I screamed as I felt another stinging slap on my bottom, the most embarrassing thing about this situation was that I could feel the wetness on my thighs.

Unsure of the sensations, and feeling a strong sense of humiliation at having a man lick the most intimate part of my body, I tried to close my legs again. Glenn looked up from his eating and said, “I warned you.” He then slapped each of my inner thighs harshly. The biting sting had me crying out, but also spreading my legs as wide as they were before. “Don’t make me spank these creamy and delicious thighs again.”

I ordered, spanking her cheeks hard—left, right, alternating until they glowed crimson, the handprints blooming like brands. She complied with a whimper, pushing her ass higher, her face buried in the couch cushions. "Spank me more, Alexander—punish me for being late today, for making you wait!" she pleaded, her voice muffled but desperate. I smirked, the memory of her tardiness fueling my strikes. Each slap echoed like a gunshot, her skin jiggling, her cries growing louder. "Yes! Harder—make it sting! I'm sorry, sir—I'll never be late again!"

The next couple of spanks alternate between my left and right asscheek and I make sure to count out loud to ten. "The next ten will be done with the paddle, since regular spanking never gets my point across," he says and I hear him pick the paddle off the bed. How didn't I see that before! I hate the paddle so much, it stings and leaves a blunt pain that I can't stand. My thighs tense up as I wait for the wooden instrument to hit my skin. "Do you need to safeword out?" Damian asks quietly. I realise my body is shaking and my breathing is much quicker than it was before.