Submission 1101: Part 2 [BDSM, Spanking]

Submission 1101: Part Two

Link to part one: https://www.reddit.com/r/Erotica/comments/lcxa0z/submission_1101_bdsm_spanking/

Jamie felt like she was in a dream.  She was conscious of being naked and sitting on a cold hard desk chair.  She remembered getting naked, the large wet stain on her panties that told everyone how much she was secretly loving every second of this, but she could barely remember how she got back in her seat.  Her mind had too many things running through it at the moment. The fear she felt when she saw Bridgett and Hollie being spanked with the paddle. The shock of how quickly their bottoms turned bright red, then dark purple.  Then she was conscious of the cum dripping down her inner thigh and landing on the blue plastic chair.  She really wanted to check her pussy to see how wet she truly was, but she was currently unable to move because of the thought of that large thick paddle making contact with her own cold bottom.  At least it wasn’t pointed at her, yet.  Surely Mr. Baker wouldn’t spank her on her first day? Surely there would be grace given for a new student.  She couldn’t think about that for too long because of the events unfolding in front of her eyes with Sophia and Cassandra. 

“Come over ;) (part 1)

“Come over ;)”

That was the text I’d just gotten from Veronica. I did as I was told and 15 minutes later I was knocking at her door.

She answered in some sexy, lacy lingerie that I’d never seen before.

“Come in.” she said with a wink. She led me to her bedroom and closed the door.

As soon as the door was closed I grabbed her and forced her up against a wall. She gasped softly, then went in for a kiss. We made out for a moment, then I pulled her away from the wall.

“On your knees.” I said sternly. She sunk to her knees and began to undo my belt. I started shaking a bit, and she giggled as I did. Then she undid the fly on my jeans, and pulled my pants and underwear off.

She took my dick, which was already throbbing, in her hands, and started to play with it, running her hands along it. Then she put it in her mouth and began to go up and down.

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A Heavenly Opportunity

I didn’t understand why I had gotten the invitation, but I was not going to ignore it. It promised “a heavenly opportunity”, whatever that meant. It’s not like I was doing anything else today. As I arrived at the location, I was rather curious. It was a large mansion, with several lingerie clad servant girls walking around. They lead me to a glorious room with four golden sofas. Already there were three of my friends, Sophie, Tina and Lucy. Like me, they had received an invitation to this place. It promised a heavenly opportunity, and so far it was true.

“Hello ladies” announced a voice from behind a wall, “are you feeling good? I know I am”. A man came out from behind the wall. He was tall, handsome and rather cute. He was shirtless, showing off his impressive body. Two of my other friends, Samantha and Holly, were holding on to his arms.

“My name is John” he grinned, “you must be wondering why you’re here”. We all nodded. “Well, I’ve had my eye on the six of you for some time. I’ve found that you six are the prettiest girls alive, and I want you”. We were all flattered, of course.

My Journey into kink (part 3)

See my profile for parts 1 & 2. Also, I should preface these by saying these did not happen the short amount of time implied here.

Sorry this one is a little longer.

Part 3

We’ve talked about fantasies, I’ve told him all the shameful, naughty, wonderful things I’ve thought about home doing to my body. He’s promised to help me explore some of these desires, but won’t tell me which ones.

Vincent kisses me gently, long and slow, the kind of kiss that leaves you weak in the knees. He’s clothed in silk boxers and dark fitting jeans that hug his hips. He’s already undressed me. He turns me to face the long bedroom mirror and pulls my back to rest against his chest. His hands rest on my hips, and his lips graze my shoulder. “Are you ready for a surprise?” He whispers in my ear and I shiver. “You know I love surprises.” I can’t help but wonder what he’s up to, he’s smiling with that damnable smirk again, but I refuse to give him the satisfaction of asking.

The Sexual Rituals of the Sol Veneficas, the Sun Witches. (Incest, Femdom, Lesbian, Free Use, Dub-Con, and Bondage)

The Sol Veneficas are a group of witches that can trace their origins to the time of the Roman Republic. In the modern era, the Sol Veneficas exist in most Western Countries, yet have split into several different smaller sects.

The Sol Veneficas recognize most animals and primal elements to have spirits, and recognize the Sun as the most important spirit of all. The Sun creates all other life, and therefore deserves the most respect. The Sun is recognized as a masculine spirit, but believe that most men and those who identify strongly with masculinity cannot directly channel the Sun like they can. At best, they can be energy batteries for the witches during their communion with the Sun Spirit.

The Sol Veneficas very rarely allow in strangers, and usually do so through the marriages of their sons. If their sons marry or are in a relationship with a woman who the witches believe would be a good fit, she will be initiated.

Henchmen fucks a monstergirl. (MF, femdom, monsterfuck, monsterdom, by)

I watched as a petite girl in stupid ass fucking latex, throw containers at me and my friends. Bitch ass vigliantes.

“Go back to prom and cry about being the kid without a partner to dance with, you tiny toddler!” I yelled back at her.

A boulder was chucked at my directions, thankfull i stood behind a larger boulder.

“Whats this cumryder! Getting soft? You need a dick to refill you?” One of the other grunts yelled back. She had some nerves and thats good.

Cumryder.. or well, officially known as refract, because she uses light to power her cells to mirror her strength by 150x.

How do we know that? Well we kidnapped her and studied her body. Dont worry we didnt do anything weird. We maybe theives but we arent filthy scum.

“DONT CALL ME THAT!” Cumryder said as she suddenly grabbed a large rock and swung it, hitting a container…

And breaking the deadlock on it…

We all went silent as the door swung open.

Fuck fuck fuck fuck.

I watched as a figure emerged…clad in black skintight fabric. Its skin was dark green, yellow haid and yellow eyes ragefully glowing.

A single moms Valentine

It’s been years since your divorce and the hectic hustle and bustle of life has mostly distracted you from one of the nicer parts of a relationship – Valentine’s Day. Yes, flowers and chocolates can be a bit cliche, but at this point, you’d take anything just to feel desired and wanted again. You miss those days . . . crave those days.

It’s now 10 years since you’ve received a Valentine’s Day and little do you know how that is about to change . . . and tonight’s events will turn your world upside down!

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Freshman Year [ENF][voyeur][reluctance][facial]

It was Olivia’s first year of college, and she was excited to be out on her own and meet new people. The first of which was her dorm mate Hannah, who Olivia admired for who outgoing nature and strong opinions. Hannah was a pretty tanned skinned girl with natural curls and big full lips. She would often get into debates with guys from class about sexism and gender equality, and would describe herself as a feminist. Hannah wasn’t the type that would have hairy armpits and dreadlocks though, she fancied herself as a future lawyer or Senator who empowered other young women.

Despite her attempts to be admired for only her mind, most men couldn’t help but admire her body as well. She was 5’4″ with big thighs and an incredible booty that would turn heads on campus. Her tits were a 34 C, the same cup size as Olivia but they looked smaller on her frame. Olivia’s tits were the first thing most men saw on her petite 5′, 90lb body. She had a typical Vietnamese girl’s body, short and thin. Even though she had such an incredible body, most men were drawn to how cute her face was. Big doe eyes, a strong jaw line with big fat lips and to top it all off she had the sexiest dimples when she smiled.

For my kawaii obsessed gf studying in France… [ddbg][bdsm][kink]

“There are a lot of cars parked on daddy’s street,” you think as you walk up the sidewalk to my house. You don’t know for sure if daddy’s mad at you, or bored, or has been busy, but he did mention tonight to be a nice time for movie night, and he hadn’t since said NOT to come to his house for movie night. In your bag are cute bunny ears, snacks, tea. You’re wearing snug tights and a cozy oversized jumper. “Hmm,” you think, stepping up to the door, “there look to be a few people inside, “I wonder if this is actually a good night for movie night or if daddy has something going on…Oh! I bet it would annoy daddy if I interrupt whatever this event seems to be and try to embarrass him in front of his colleagues.”

Your finger reaches to touch the door bell, but since you know your way around daddy’s house, and you want to be a lil’ menace, you just open the door and let yourself in. Immediately a sea of eyes fall on you, more than a dozen or so people stop conversation and look you up and down. They’re all dressed in black, cocktail dresses, dark suits, the occasional white shirt or pearl necklace, holding glasses filled with fizzy drinks.

My Journey into Kink (part 2)

See profile for part 1.

My exploration continues, Vincent takes great pleasure in walking in on my baths trying to startle further orgasms, and for a while he has great success. But eventually, I stop being quite so jumpy.

By now I’ve discovered that the bathroom mirror presents exciting opportunities, as does the full length bedroom mirror. Watching my body experience the stages of arousal from start to finish provides extra stimulus.

Standing in front of the mirror fully clothed wearing a tweed skirt and vest, button up white blouse and matching bra and panties, I smile. I’ve always loved the fantasy of naughty teacher, secretary or librarian so my hair is pulled back in a bun. As I run my hands over my body, Vincent enters the room, he’s just returned from offloading the kids at his parents for a much needed date night. My eyes meet his in the mirror as he rests his hands on my hips. He smiles “Do you want to try something fun?”. My eyebrow raises “that depends on what you have in mind”. He moves me to stand in front of the couch below the window and opens the curtains. “don’t move.”