You Need A Spanking Mga Nobela at Kwento

“There’s nothing wrong with kink. You shouldn’t feel shame for having those desires.” “Yes, but…what kind of normal, decent person likes being beaten up?” “Do I beat you up?” I asked, only slightly amused. “You know what I mean.” I smiled and slid off the desk. I crouched in front of her, lifted her hands off the folder, and opened it. “A spanking is not the same as a beating. I don’t use my fists. I will never use my fists on you.” I turned the first page over and showed her. “See?” I traced the finger down my list of hard no’s. “No punching.”

I can feel him massage my cheeks, readying them for his punishment. "Spread your legs, sweetness. I want to see how fast you get aroused." Jory orders, so I open my legs for all to see. "You will receive twenty spankings, Baby Doll. Are you ready?" Merrick asks as he reaches between my legs briefly. "Yes, Sir. I'm ready for my punishment." "Can you tell me why you are receiving these spankings, Baby Doll?" "Because I was disrespectful, Sir." "Yes, but I also think you need this. You are too on edge, and this will help calm you. It will give you a better mind frame for what we must do."

I had no idea which I was begging him for. "I am supposed to spank you until you turn into a sobbing mess but I am so... Ughh... So fucking hard and need to be inside your pussy already so I am only going to spank you ten times. Five for each tits, quite fair, isn't it?" Grayson daddy questioned and I almost nodded in response but quickly recalled that I was to use my words. "It is... It is quite fair, daddy" I rushed my words as much as I could with my shaky breath.

"Six – please – harder –" He spanks me until I lose count. Until my ass is blazing red and hot to the touch and every slap sends shockwaves through my swollen clit and I'm cumming – cumming from the spanking alone, no clit contact, just the impact of his palm and the brutal depth of his cock and I gush onto the kitchen floor and he keeps going.

It was amazing how sensitive he was, she thought. “Yeah, I was wondering, peradventure, I happen to do something bad, will you still spank me?” “Why do you ask?” “Because you love me now so I thought you will no longer.” He smiled. “Nara, I spank you because I care. I won’t bother if I didn’t. And since you’re asking, I say I will never spank you for a mistake but if you deliberately do something endangering, you’ll have a tender behind. I’m still Lemuel Arnold, alright?”

“You’re serious.” “Completely.” Smack, smack, smack. “You really think I’m going to let you…hit me?” “Not hit you. Spank you. Big difference. Losing your temper and throwing your boot at me proved you need to learn there are consequences for acting out against me.” Smack, smack, smack. “No. Way. You are fucking delusional.” The continual smack, smack, smack was wearing on her nerves. “I haven’t been spanked since I was about six years old.”

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.

"You're never going to be anything but disobedient. You will always need stern punishment and hard fucking." The vision of her draped over my lap, her reddened bottom on display for all the world to see as I spanked her, discipling the disobedient woman was almost too much. My balls swelled, screaming for relief. I could almost feel the sting in my hand from the intensity of her spanking, one hard smack coming after the other in rapid succession. I could see the way her face twisted in a combination of pleasure and pain as he body wiggled, trying desperately to keep her position.

“You wouldn’t put me down! You’ve hit me plenty of times—so what if I hit you twice?” His eyes darkened, sharp with a dangerously calm fury. He gripped my jaw, his fingers rough but not painful. “Spanking,” he said slowly, mockery dripping from every syllable, “is a form of sexual suggestion. Is this how you plan to handle our divorce?” My breath caught. Sexual? My cheeks flamed. “That’s ridiculous!” I protested. “You started it! You were spanking me for years—since I was fifteen! How is it discipline when you do it, but something else when I do?”

I say, I know that's what spanking is, but I don't like it. "Slaps on the bum are the definition of spanking, and that's exactly what naughty littles don't they?" he asks me but I shake my head no, trying to wipe my tears. "I'll tell you what if my little baby calms down and agrees to talk to me, I'll order you some nuggies," he says, nuggies aren't bad, I love those, but I don't want to talk. "Nu talking," I say, but then I add, "Me eat nuggies," I demand.