Spanked To Tears Novels & Stories

' I f****** hate you,' I said in my head, staring into his eyes. His jaw tightened, and his grip loosened. I pulled myself away from him, glaring at him. He pulled me back over his lap. The sting of his rough hand set my skin on fire as he delivered another slap. My hands shot to my back to rub them, to reduce the sting. He held them. Tears now fell to the carpet on the ground. I wasn't going to beg him. More than my anger, the spanking was how aroused it was making me. I hate myself for it

Dax’s breathing was ragged, his cock rock-hard and throbbing against my side. “That’s my good girl. Keep counting while I spank this pretty ass." Tears streamed down more, "And... Fuck, you’re so wet I can hear how much you love it. Your cunt is dripping like a faucet for me.” A sharp smack followed, making my breath hitch. “Eight…no... Nine ” I forced out, voice shaking. “Nine…” Another... “Ten...ahh...” The last one was the hardest yet, and I broke completely, sobbing and moaning, body shaking violently over his lap.

It will only make matters worse. He steps on my face and emphasizes every word that he next says, "Listen to me loser, you're going to rot in this bar forever…. WITHOUT GETTING A CENT! Now get on your feet and clean this mess!" The manager retracts his foot but eventually does another worse thing. He spat on my face before leaving me. This is more painful than physical abuse. A drop of tear uncontrollably streams down from my left eye, but I refuse to give in to this pain. Thus, I immediately wipe that tear off using the back of my hand and prop myself up.

Like my soul has been torn from me. After Ian carried me back home night after night. He finally broke down into torturous tears of sorrow, shaking his whole body has he wept into his hands. Sitting on the end of my queen size bed. I had woke up to his quiet questioning to himself and asking for the goddess to please help him. So he could take all my sadness away. I hugged him as tightly as I could, sitting on his lap, trying to ease the underlying guilt that was placed on his face. That night, we both had agreed to tell my parents what was happening with me.

I loved it so much that my eyes threatened to roll into the back of my head but I kept my eyes on Luxuria still, not looking away from his gaze. This was pushing me to the edge very quickly. Being spanked by Grayson while Luxuria watched me was too much for my body to take. "You should keep a count of how many times daddy's spanking your ass, though..." Grayson said, his voice hard and restrained before spanking me yet again on the same ass cheek. "Aaaargh! Daddy!" I cried out as the biting pain ran through my body and sent my pussy throbbing so badly. Tears had pooled in my eyes and I bit down hard on my bottom lip to not let out a whimper. Luxuria seemed to grit a little, perhaps annoyed t

I was so astounded by his action that I was out of words. Did he really spank me? I growled, my face burning red in shame, " How dare you? Sergio..." Slap! The second time, It landed on my other ass cheeks. I felt a sharp pain in my flesh. Tears threatened to fall from my eyes as he hit me twice in anger. Sergio warned, carrying me to his car, " Yes, I dare. Scream one more time. You will see how I spank you in front of everyone." He slid me inside his car after unlocking it. I cursed with tears in my eyes, the odd sensation between my legs making me mad,

“You should. But since you’re here… perhaps a lesson in focus is needed.” He sat in his chair, patting his lap. “Over my knee, Ava.” My core clenched. Trembling, I draped myself across his thighs, skirt riding up to expose my lace panties. His hand smoothed over my ass, then cracked down sharp. I gasped, the sting blooming hot. “Count.” “One.” He spanked me methodically—left cheek, right, sit spots—each smack harder, my skin heating under his palm. By ten, tears pricked my eyes, and I was soaked, grinding subtly against his thigh.

“You like when I fuck you like this, don’t you? Bent over like a little whore, taking every inch while you watch yourself in the mirror.” “Yes—fuck—yes,” I gasped, tears starting to spill down my cheeks from how overwhelming it felt. My grip slipped again. He spanked my ass hard, the sharp sting making me cry out. “Hold the fucking table, baby sis. Don’t you dare let go.” I gripped it tighter, but a few thrusts later my arms started to give out. Another hard spank landed on my ass, then another. The pain was sharp at first, but it quickly melted into heat that made my pussy clench around him.

as I wished that my mom would go back to fingering my pussy and rubbing my clit. I cried out a sobbing "Four" as another spank hit my ass. I was on the verge of tears, as I yearned for her fingers and thumb to move again. I cried out "Five" as another spank struck my ass. I literally cried out "Six" as another spank hit my sore ass and tears streamed down my face. I felt another spank and sobbed out "Seven" as my body was now wracked with pitiful sobs. I tried to ignore the pain to my ass cheeks, but another spank delivered to my immensely sore ass forced a sob of "Eight" from my trembling lips. Tears were now free flowing down my cheeks, as yet another hard spank forced me to cry out loudly

I gritted and began spanking her hard and repeatedly. "Are you sorry? Are you sorry now?" "Oh fuck! I am... I am sorry daddy!!" It was a scream and her back arched. She was cumming. My cupcake was cumming all over me from being spanked. "What a naughty little thing" I picked her up and dropped her on the bed while she still shook from her orgasm. Her body twitched and I could see the tears in her eyes. Tears of pleasure. I got rid of my briefs, letting my raging cock free.