My Dirtiest Pussy Spanking Confessions

True Stories of Hard, Wet Pussy Spanking

I still remember the first time I spanked her pussy like it was yesterday, even though it’s been years and countless sessions since then. Her name was Lana, this wild little brunette with a devilish smile and a cunt that got soaking wet the moment I even hinted at taking control.

We’d been fucking for a couple of months, vanilla at first, but I could tell she craved something rougher. One night we were on my couch, her legs spread wide while I ate her out slow and teasing, and she kept grinding against my face like she couldn’t get enough. I pulled back, looked up at her flushed face, and said, “You want me to punish this greedy little pussy, don’t you?”

Her eyes went wide, pupils blown, and she just nodded, biting that plump lower lip. That was all I needed.

I flipped her over my lap like she weighed nothing, yanked her panties down to her knees, and spread her thighs apart. Her pussy was already glistening, lips swollen and pink, begging for attention. I ran two fingers through her slit just to feel how drenched she was, then brought my hand up and let it hover there, letting her feel the heat of my palm right above her clit.

“You’ve been a bad little slut tonight,” I growled, low and dirty. “Teasing me with this wet cunt all evening. Time to teach it a lesson.”

The first slap landed flat and sharp right across her clit and those puffy lips. The sound was obscene — wet skin on skin, a loud, wet smack that echoed in the quiet room. She jolted hard, a shocked little cry ripping out of her throat, but her hips pushed back instantly, chasing more. Her pussy flushed darker almost immediately, the lips swelling even more, and a fresh gush of slick dripped down onto my thigh. Fuck, that sight alone made my cock throb.

I didn’t give her time to breathe. I spanked her cunt again, harder this time, watching her lips jiggle from the impact. She squealed, thighs trembling, fingers clawing at the couch cushion.

“Count them, baby,” I ordered, voice rough. “Tell me how many times I punish this naughty pussy.”

“O-one… fuck… two…” she whimpered, voice breaking every time my hand came down. By five her clit was so swollen it peeked out like a fat little pearl, angry red and begging to be abused. I paused just long enough to rub it roughly with my thumb, smearing her juices everywhere, then slapped again — six, seven, eight — until she was sobbing and grinding air, desperate for friction.

I spread her open with my free hand, exposing that tiny hole completely, and aimed right for her clit with quick, stinging taps — ten in a row, fast and merciless. She screamed, actual tears rolling down her cheeks, but her cunt was dripping like a faucet, coating my whole palm.

“Look at you,” I laughed darkly, sliding three fingers into her without warning just to feel her clench. “Crying like a little girl but your pussy’s trying to suck my hand in. You love this, don’t you? Love when I beat your slutty cunt red.”

She could only nod frantically, ass pushing back, trying to fuck herself on my fingers while I kept spanking around them. I pulled out and slapped her open hole directly — wet, filthy sounds filling the room every time my hand connected. Her whole body shook, thighs slick with her own mess.

By the time I hit twenty, her pussy looked wrecked: lips bright red and puffy, clit throbbing visibly, juices running down her legs in rivulets. I couldn’t resist. I shoved my tongue against her clit and licked hard, tasting the heat of her punished flesh, and she came instantly — screaming, squirting all over my face while I kept lightly slapping her through it, drawing the orgasm out until she was babbling nonsense.

That was just the beginning.

After Lana, I got addicted to it. There’s something primal about having a woman draped over your lap, legs forced wide, completely exposed while you turn her most sensitive place into a swollen, dripping mess.

I started seeking out girls who were into the rough stuff — girls who got wet just hearing the words “pussy spanking”.

There was Mia, this tiny redhead with a fat, shaved cunt that bruised so pretty. She liked it when I made her hold herself open. I’d sit on the edge of the bed, her lying back with knees pulled to her chest, fingers spreading those plump lips wide so I had a perfect target. I’d start soft — little taps that made her giggle and squirm — then ramp it up until she was begging me to stop, except her cunt would be clenching and leaking everywhere.

One night I tied her wrists to the headboard so she couldn’t close her legs no matter how much it stung. I used my belt first — folded leather, just the tip flicking across her clit. She screamed every time it landed, hips bucking wildly, but her pussy got so wet the belt started making this filthy squelching sound.

After twenty with the belt I switched to my hand, open-palmed, heavy slaps that turned her whole mound red. She came twice just from the spanking alone, no penetration, just my hand abusing her clit until she was a shaking, sobbing mess. When I finally shoved my cock inside her it felt like fucking hot silk — she was so swollen and tight it almost hurt me.

Then there was Vanessa — tall, leggy, with a pierced clit hood that made the most delicious clinking sound when I slapped her. She liked it in public, or as close as we could get without getting arrested. Dark corner of a bar, her skirt hiked up under the table, no panties, and I’d reach between her thighs and spank her pussy right there while we pretended to talk normally. One night she actually squirted under the table, soaking the seat while I kept a straight face and ordered another drink.

I learned all the tricks. How to cup my hand so it stings more on the clit. How to slap upward so her lips jiggle and the impact hits her entrance too. Sometimes a quick flurry of ten light taps makes a girl come harder than one brutal smack.

I started using toys — a thin leather paddle that leaves perfect red prints across a shaved mound, a wooden spoon for when I want to focus right on the clit until it’s throbbing and twice its normal size.

One girl, Chloe, begged me to use ice first — rub her clit with ice until she was shivering and numb, then spank the hell out of it while the blood rushed back. The way she screamed when sensation returned… I thought she was going to pass out from coming so hard.

There was this one session with Sasha that still makes my cock hard instantly. She was a pain slut through and through. I had her on her back, ankles tied to a spreader bar, pussy pulled open with clamps on her inner lips so everything was exposed. Fifty with the riding crop right across her clit — after that her clit was so swollen it looked like a little cherry, bright red and glistening. I didn’t stop cropping her through the orgasm until she was crying and begging for my cock. I fucked her raw after that, her punished pussy so tight and hot it felt like she was milking me with every thrust.

Sometimes I make them count out loud, sometimes I make them thank me after every slap: “Thank you Sir for spanking my dirty cunt.” Sometimes I edge them — spank until they’re on the edge, then stop and make them beg for more punishment before I let them come.

I’ve had girls who drip so much the floor is slick underneath them. I’ve had girls who bruise beautifully the next day and send me pictures of their swollen, marked cunts with captions like “Still sore from last night, Sir.”

And then there was Riley — inked-up little brat with a cunt piercing and an attitude. She kept mouthing off, daring me to “do something about it.” So I bent her over the kitchen counter and went to town on her pussy with my hand like I was trying to beat the brattiness right out of her. Hard, fast slaps — no warm-up, no mercy. By the time I reached a hundred her pussy was wrecked: lips swollen shut almost, clit protruding angrily, everything shiny with her juices. When I finally fucked her she couldn’t even speak — just broken little moans every time my hips slapped against her sore cunt.

She texted me the next day: “Can’t sit without remembering how you ruined my pussy. Do it again soon?”

Fuck yes I will.

There’s nothing like the power of it — having a woman spread open and vulnerable while you turn her most sensitive place into a dripping, swollen mess. The sounds, the sight, the way they always come harder than they ever have in their lives, even when they’re crying and shaking and swearing they can’t take any more.

If you’ve never spanked a pussy until it’s too swollen to touch, until she’s sobbing and squirting and begging for your cock — you haven’t lived.

I’ll never get tired of it. Never stop craving that first sharp slap and the way her whole body jumps, the way her cunt blooms open for more abuse.

And tomorrow night I’ve got a new girl coming over who says she “thinks she might like it rough down there.”

She has no idea what she’s in for.