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.

My back aches painfully, my bare ass directly sitting on his already hard cock. “This mouth,” he hissed, dragging his thumb roughly across my swollen lips down my throat. “is filled with lies.” My heart pounded as I tried to escape his hold, but hisbhars grip on my hair kept me painfully in place. My immobilized hands hanging useless in my front. Then his hand moved. Fast. CRACK. Pain exploded across my bare ass. “AH…!” The sharp sound of his palm on my ass, echoed in the room. My eyes immediately filled up with tears, then shame of being spanked hard like I was nothing.

Warning: This chapter has contents that might trigger you, if you don't have the the heart for it you might want to skip this chapter. I tried to enjoy the pain but it became more harsh and the pain overwhelming as he spanked me with all his might such that I felt I'd bleed from it. Tears trickled down my eyes and my sobs supressed by the tape. He dragged me up by my hair turning me to face him. He saw the tears on my eyes and gave an evil smile like he enjoyed my pain.

“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.

“I was merely keeping to what our relationship entails.” For some reason, that agitated him as he turned me around again, bending me over the table with another spank. “I am going to spank you five more times. Forget to count and I’ll start from the beginning.” Counting was hard but I managed to do it, not wanting him to restart. By the time he was done, my ass was aching, tears were flowing freely down my eyes and my cunt was drenched.

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.