Black Lesbian Spanking Novels & Stories

She was wearing the black thongs he had got her while shopping for some clothes for her. He began spanking her one after the other. Ayra bit her lip to control the moan that was about to escape her lips. His grunts and her muffled moan filled the room. “You will never leave this place,” Spank! “You will always be by my side,” Spank! “You are mine,” Spank! This time she moaned loudly due to pain and pleasure. By the time he was done, her ass cheeks were red due to all the spanking. Ayra was dripping wet. All the spanking only turned her on. She was embarrassed that she reacted this way to his touch. Heck, she didn’t even know why she let him touch her in the first place.

None of my pack ever believed in BDSM, or have any interest in sex clubs, I heard what they said when this club opened. Running fingers through my hair, i watched a woman who was bent over a spanking bench get her ass tanned, her tender white flesh blushed a nice rouge as the man, her Dom, went at her for some misdemeanor. The scene left my cunt creaming, her skin was dark, and it took a lot for her ass to show any hint of red. I knew as I had been told before, finding a man to become my Master or Dom had put me in some bad situations, the men within my pack didn’t believe in taking a hand or cane to woman, let alone punishing her.

Her clit throbbed visibly after each hit. “Stand up. Bend over the bench. Hands flat. Legs wide.” She scrambled to obey. Bent at the waist. Palms planted on the padded bench. Ass high. Thighs spread. Pussy exposed and dripping down the inside of her legs. I didn’t tease. I just started spanking her bare ass. Full strength. Left cheek. Right cheek. Over and over. The sound cracked through the room like whips. Her skin turned from pale to bright pink to deep angry red in minutes.

He moved like a man untouchable, his arrogance dripping from every calculated step. And then he had the audacity, the absolute stupidity, to wink at me. My fingers curled so tightly around the armrest of my chair that my knuckles ached. The elder at the forefront rose and began to speak. “Ethan Black stands accused of sexually assaulting a servant under the protection of this house. A mated woman. Pregnant.” A low murmur rippled through the room. “According to the laws of the Lycan Confederation, such a crime is punishable by death… or banishment.”

"And that's for the tea." He didn't stop there. He began a rhythmic, heavy-handed spanking that turned her pale skin a vibrant, angry red. Every strike was a statement of ownership, a reminder that in this space, she belonged to him. Saffron was whimpering, her face pressed against the leather blotter, the pain blooming into a frantic, electric arousal that made her pussy ache and throb.

"Keep your knees spread." Bella tries to increase the distance between her thighs as much as she can, considering how she is tied up, and tenses with anticipation. Unlike Beth and me, Peter's sadistic side rarely surfaces, which is a good thing, considering that for his wife an over the knee spanking equals punishment. But like us, he's never one to pass up a chance when it presents itself, so when he brings the flogger down on Bella's left thigh it is with enough force to make her jerk in her bonds. Her knees remain

“All right! I get it! I’ll never go to a club again!” I stopped spanking, resting my hand on her ass. “Bailey, this isn’t about you going to a club. It’s not even about going to a club that caters to kink.” “It’s not? Then why in the hell are you spanking me?”

His rough hand cupped my pussy from behind, two thick fingers sliding between my lips and pushing inside me without warning. “Nice and tight,” he said, voice low and gravelly. “But sloppy already. Marco’s cum still inside you?” “Yes, Don,” I whispered. He chuckled darkly and slapped my ass hard. The sting made me jump. “Good. I like my whores pre-lubricated.” He grabbed me by the hair and dragged me to the couch. He sat down and pulled me across his lap face down, ass up. Without any warm-up he started spanking me — hard, heavy slaps that echoed through the room. My ass cheeks turned bright red in seconds.

She ran the smooth side over my ass, letting me feel the cool leather. "Ten strikes," Monica said. "Count them." The first slap landed hard across both cheeks. The sting bloomed hot and sharp. "One," I gasped. The second followed quickly on the left cheek. "Two." Each strike grew harder, the paddle cracking against my reddened skin. By the fifth my voice was shaking. Tasha reached under me and found my clit, rubbing it in tight circles while Monica continued the spanking.

The position forced Lydia’s tits to thrust out obscenely. SMACK! Mila’s hand came down hard on Lydia’s ass, the sharp slap echoing through the house. “Ahh—! Fuck!” Lydia moaned loudly, the sting turning into throbbing heat. SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! Three more brutal spanks landed, turning her ass cheeks bright red. “Such a nasty fucking slut,” Mila growled. “Getting spanked and dripping like a desperate whore while your boyfriend just left the house.” Mila spun her around and started her slow, teasing torture. She kissed Lydia deeply, filthy and possessive, tongues fucking each other’s mouths. Then her hands explored, squeezing Lydia’s tits hard, pinching and twisting her sensitive nipples.