You Need A Spanking Novels & Stories

” “What about children?” “I don’t like telling parents how to raise their children but I also heavily discourage parents from engaging in physical punishment on their pups as raw emotions is when abuse tends to occur. It’s rare but the youngest I’ll supervise a spanking by the pup’s parent is eight and it’s only as a last resort. I often refer parents who want me to do the spanking to Julie for several months before I will agree to spank any pup under twelve. Thirteen and above is usually when I step in and take over discipline.

If only he knows how much his orders turn me on, especially the ones about begging. I press my lips together, “Daddy, I need you to hit my ass, please.” I beg, getting even more aroused by own words. He strikes a hand against my other cheek, letting the pain move through me before kneading me into pleasure. “It's called spanking,” he corrects me, his fingers digging my skin in the most seductive massage. “Yes, whatever it is, please, don't stop doing it,” I say, arching my ass for a better strike.

"Now or twenty spanks from each of us!" "What?" A shocking gasp escaped her lips. "Yes, do you want us to spank that cute little ass of yours, Aurora?" Aiden asked and she shook her head immediately. "No!" She said hurried. She doesn't wants them to spank her. She is not a child for God's sake! And even if they spank her, she won't be able to handle it. Their hands are big like that of a beast and so hard, it will make her skin burn so badly and she doesn't want to go through at pain.

It was quite clear that he was definitely enjoying my ordeal. "How many spanks do you think would suffice for these mistakes?" He asked. "I am not a kid that you will spank," I retaliated. "You are everything that I want you to be," he shot back, his words dripping with possessiveness, "and be glad that I am leaving you just by spanking." What a joke! "I believe five spanks for each mistake should suffice to start," His hand pressed against my buttock, a chilling sensation that sent shivers down my spine. "Now, count for me."

He urges me to answer him with another slap that earns him a louder whimper from me. "Y-Yes, d-daddy!" I cry out. "And bad girls should be punished!" Saying that, he slaps once again on my untouched ass and I cannot help but grip the sheets tight underneath me. My stomach pressed tight against his thigh. "Now count!" He orders with another slap but I cannot. I whimper, tears burning my eyes. "Julie, I won't stop until I complete spanking you ten times, so count like a good girl because my spanks matter only when you count them; I won't stop until I reach ten!"

"Or just because you want one." "What's a punishment for you?" I asked. "Because I can tell you right now that spanking won't do anything to deter my behavior." "You can reflect on yourself while standing in that corner, naked." His eyes darkened, a mischievous glint appearing. "Or maybe I'll have to get creative and come up with something else."

she just couldn't take it -- she need something, and she needed it immediately. "What's wrong?" he gasped. "Did I..." There were tears on her face from the spanking, but she really started to cry as she tried to turn towards him. "D-Daddy," she sobbed. "I want you to fuck me. NOW!" All she could think about was her throbbing clit. she needed to be touched, something, anything -- she needed it so bad that it almost hurt more than being spanked by the thick paddle. she let out a low moan, twisting on the bed, trying to find some way to get some friction between her legs.

Frankie said softly. I looked into his eyes and said, “You spanked me.” He grinned and kissed me. “Well you wouldn’t see reason and sometimes a child needs a spanking to see the error of their ways. And I would be lying if I said I hadn’t fantasized a less dramatic version of that before.” he said and I gasped heat arrowing straight to my core.

I slap London's hands before snatching them and throwing them above her head. "The count starts at one. You have twenty strokes. Remove your hands from the table and I will strap you to the spanking bench. Believe me, London, you don't want that. I want your ass up and your toes pointed. If you bend one single toe, I mean even if it is your pinkie, I will double the strokes and wipe the count," I bark out. "NO, PLEASE..." London shouts. "That is it, beg," I grind out. "Your hands on the table. NOW!" I shout.

He told him what had happened between him and Kiara. "Wow! That's interesting. I'm still not apologizing for punching you. You deserved it." "Yes I did." "Robyn may not ask you this, she is too good for her own good sometimes. But don't go see her again. Even if she was on fire,you look the other way and walk away! Got it." "Yes sir." "Good." "What did James say?" "Nothing much except insulting me. I may have to get a restraining order against him."