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Saturday Spankings

Saturday Spankings

 

Welcome to Saturday Spankings, this week a continuation of last weeks spanking. Marie is blindfold and listening to what is going on around her.

Grand Slam

 

 

I knew those words, had called them out myself on several occasions. I gripped Travis’ hand, wanting to put it between my legs. I was burning for his touch, for stimulation.

Another slapping sound, followed by another and another. A cry of delight, of pain, a plea for more, to stop, more, more, more…

I knew where I was, all right. Travis had brought me to an orgy. All around me people were having sex. The smells of their arousal, their juices, sweat and cum filled the air. It didn’t disgust me in the slightest. It turned me the hell on.

Saturday Spankings

Saturday Spankings

 

Oh, la, la, hello spanking devotees, here’s another short, sharp slap from Grand Slam.

.Grand Slam

 

I allowed the same scents as in the first, noisy room to filter up my nose. At the same time sounds emerged. They’d been distant initially, like mist rising on a lake, but now they became clearer. Voices but not words, moans, gasps, a groan deep and guttural and then a slap and someone cried out. A yelp, another slap and a moan.

God, that moan, it was male I was sure and it went straight to my clit. Swelling the little nub and making me wriggle on my seat. I didn’t need to see to know that it was a moan of pleasure. The yelp, that was pain, I was certain, but the same voice had quickly released a gurgle of appreciation.

I leaned forward, hoping to hear more and was rewarded by noises to my left, panting and the friction of skin on skin. “Oh, yes, yes, yes…”

Saturday Spankings

Saturday Spankings

 

Welcome to Saturday Spankings, a hop that will turn your cheeks pink! Here’s a sexy 8 from Grand Slam…

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The movement of air was the first thing I noticed, and then a split second later a blinding slap of agony on my buttocks. I cried out, unashamed of the noise. “Ow, what the fuck?”

He pressed his lips to my ear. “Don’t forget, you can always say the safe word.”

I shook my head. Already the pain was blooming, as it always did when he struck me, but this was different. It wasn’t his hand, it was something else.

I strained to see. He took pity on me and held up a flogger with several long, thin tails made of what appeared to be suede.

“Meet Cat,” he said. “Now get ready, this is going to hurt, but of course, in a very good way.”

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Saturday Spankings #3!

Saturday SpankingsWelcome to Grand Slam‘s second date with Saturday Spankings. This hot Taboo book, out now, is packed full of delicious spankings and flogging, hair-pulling and much, much more! Here are a few lines to whet your appetite for this hot new series that is literally bursting with Raw Talent.

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Marie wriggled on my lap. Impatient little wench! I bit back a grin—I was supposed to be the big, bad Dominant, not an indulgent lover. She’d earned herself some extra spanks for that behavior, and I wasn’t going to delay any more in giving them. I was ready, and it seemed Marie was too.

I landed the first blow, enjoying the ripple effect it created on her cheek, not to mention the squeal she let out. At some point in the future, I’d train her to take her punishments without complaint, but as far as I was aware, it was her first time being spanked. It was certainly the first time she’d had a proper spanking, and so I’d break her in relatively gently.

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Saturday Spankings #2!

Saturday SpankingsWelcome to Grand Slam‘s second date with Saturday Spankings. This hot Taboo book, out now, is packed full of delicious spankings and flogging, hair-pulling and much, much more! Here are a few lines to whet your appetite for this hot new series that is literally bursting with Raw Talent.

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I was just about to lift my hand and land the first blow when I remembered something. I leaned down to one side to murmur into her ear, “Hey, Marie. You may want to scream and shout and tell me to stop. But you might not really mean it, and I may not know the difference. So if you really and truly want me to stop, then you have to use your safe word. It can be ‘shower’, okay?”

She nodded and I wondered if she realized the significance of the word I’d chosen. It was the place where we’d first seen each other. She might already be too in the moment to get it and I wasn’t going to ruin that now by mentioning it.

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