You Need A Spanking Mga Nobela at Kwento

“When I am spanking you, you are not allowed to move or to make a noise. If you do, I start over.” I started to tremble. How many spanks was I going to get and would I be able to endure it? He went back to rubbing my bottom where he just spanked, and the sting was replaced with a deep heat. I realized I was even more wet than I was a moment before, and I wanted him to spank me again.

“I’ll give them a spanking. That’ll fix it.” “Hey! Kendrick!” He cleared his throat. “If it’s a boy, he gets a spanking. If it’s a girl, I’ll reason with her.” “This isn’t about boys or girls!” She stared at him, exasperated. “How do you reason with a three-month-old baby? And spanking is absolutely out of the question.” Even a two- or three-year-old wouldn’t necessarily respond to reason. And his “boy gets hit, girl gets reasoned with” approach? Way too reckless.

If this is how the triplets want to be with me, I don't think I would ever go back to my coven. "I'm going to give you ten spanks. You're going to count them aloud, without missing a number. If you do miss, we're going to start all over again. Is that clear?" I nodded my head eagerly, clenching my thighs together and squirming on his lap. Smack! I whined, not expecting it. "Use your words, baby girl. Is that clear?" Tears welled up in my eyes as I answered quietly, "Yes, sir,"

“You won’t be needing to sit down, my love, we'll be standing on a pew during the ceremony. “But what about later?” “Are you trying to negotiate the terms of your punishment?” “No, no. I was just stating the obvious.” “It is obvious to me you need a good lesson, let's make it 10 spank for each cheek then.” “No!” I screamed as the first big spank went down my ass, “Oww!” “I don’t hear you counting” Smack “Two.” Smack “Three” Smack “Four, five, six, seven, eight, nine, ten.”

She was just as pissed off as I was. “You’ll see.” I threatened, not sure what I would do yet. I walked away without so much of a glance. If she brought that attitude with her tonight, I’d find a way to punish her. The first thing that came to mind was spanking her, which made me roll my eyes at myself. Spanking a woman is hardly a punishment for either party and always leads to sex. If she had proof of my handprint on her ass, that contract would be broken in no time, and I’d have to pay up without getting anything out of it.