You Need A Spanking Novels & Stories

I want him to spank me again, this time, preferably more than once. "I'm going to spank you five times. You're going to ask for each one and tell me 'thank you' while you count. Understand?" I nod and bite my lower lip. "Now, it's six for teasing me with that lip." My heart begins to race. "Ask for the first one."

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!"

I asked. " Shut up! You are not a normal girl, it was relevant in the case of a normal girl, you are the most irritating girl who is not normal by any criteria... And spanking is not beating, honey. " " Don't call me, honey!! I will tell my dad to kill you. "

(Yes ) Pet play. I don't want to be treated like an animal. Discipline. (Yes) Impact play. "Does impact play mean you'll hit me?" My voice shakes. "No, love. It's not abuse if that's what you're worried about. It can be spanking, which is a form of discipline or paddling or flogging.” Ethan explains. "What if I'm okay with spanking but not the others?" "Check it, and put a note beside it that says what you want.” Ethan says.

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.

I had failed at that majorly, so I had to get back on the right track. I leaned over the bed, wondering what was going to come. Was he going to fuck me from behind? Fuck my ass? I could almost hear the air break as he wound up and rained down a mighty slap across my ass. It stung. Hard. I let out a gasp and shot a look back at him. "Kitty, you need a good spanking so you realize what you've done and so you understand that you're to obey Daddy. I only want what's best for you."

"How may I serve you?" "Have you ever been spanked?" I asked. "Not since I was a child," she said, trembling. "I will not force a spanking on you, Reneé. However, I will give you the choice to decide if you'd like to be spanked. What I'd like to do is fuck your mouth, your ass and your cunt and cum in all three, but the days activities will preclude my using you as you deserve to be used, fucked until you can barely stand, so we've got to fill our time together with other activities. I have a number of ideas to make your time with me enjoyable, but I'd like to know if one of those activities should be a spanking."

"No! I won't!" I hear a chuckle behind me, and he begins to soothe my burning skin with his hands. "That's a good girl," "Hmm," I murmur. "Lift your butt so I can be able to slam in," I immediately do as he commands. Though I'd love to be spanked harder, I understand why he wants us to do this quickly. We're driving, and we do not want to disturb our driver, which might have actually heard the loud slapping sounds. (I hope he doesn't think I'm being abused)

I asked, still struggling to understand the dynamics. Deirk laughed. "Essentially. I know it's messed up and might be uncomfortable for you, but I promise, I'm not into that part. I just don't want you naked on the floor every night, freezing." "So, will you punish me for random stuff like that? Like, spanking me? Am I supposed to act like a child in front of others?" I asked, trying to understand my role in this world. Deirk nodded. "Essentially." "Well, I'm not the biggest fan of being spanked, so I don't know how that's going to work for you," I said, my size advantage over him hinting at a potential problem.

I couldn’t picture myself being silent and obedient all the time. He noticed my tension. “Relax, Megan. Everyone’s different. And when I say that, I don’t mean it as a threat—it’s supposed to be sexual. Pleasurable anticipation of a spanking.” At the memory of my last spanking, every nerve in me lit up. I clenched with need. I wanted him to spank me. He closed his eyes briefly at the raw heat he saw in mine. “Megan,” he groaned. “If this is more than one night, we need to communicate.”