Cowgirl Spanking Novels & Stories

I grabbed a stocking and tied his hands behind him. Then I stuffed my panties in his mouth. I began to give him a lap dance, grinding my ass into his lap. I let my breasts slide across his face while the others watched hungrily. His muffled groans vibrated against my skin. I slid down on his cock. “Ready to go cowboy riding?” I teased. He nodded, his eyes wild. I raised myself on the tip of my toes and slammed down on him with one brutal force. I gasped as the sharp pain shot through me.

She guided him inside her, and when he penetrated her, they both let out a guttural groan. She bit her lip. Her cowboy was irresistible, a force of nature she couldn't, nor wanted to, contain. The lust for him was something primal, taking over her senses and erasing any rationality. She opened her legs as wide as she could, in an open and desperate invitation, wanting every inch of him inside her.

When the floor show ended, another man took a woman over his knee and spanked her where he sat. It was a type of spanking Tara had never seen. It wasn’t rushed or done in anger. He would slap her butt cheeks and then rub the red spots that formed with a firm hand. She’d cry out and counted each slap. Moaning in delight as he caressed her intimately. She was panting and begging for more. Thrusting her bum up begging for another slap. It was so intimate that Tara had to look away when his hand disappeared between her bare thighs, and she began cooing in delight and thrusting her hips against his hand.

Oscar I wasn't really mad anymore, but she didn't need to know that. I would never touch her in anger. That was a big no-no for a Dom. She'd chosen the wooden paddle and I would need her on her feet, bent over the edge of the bed. The wood was thick and long, kinda like me (hehe), so I wanted to make sure that I got her butt cheeks. The fattiest areas were best for this device. I didn't want to mistakenly hit her back, which I wouldn't, but I wanted to be safe. This was her first punishment and her first real spanking. Twenty licks was a lot too, but I couldn't go easy on her. She put herself in danger by leaving and going to his house, even if he wasn't there.

Maverick said soothingly running his hands all over her front body making her have a hard time remaining in her sense. " For two mistakes twenty spankings" Naitee speak up looking at the floor to which Maverick hide his smile. " Then count out loud, " Maverick said rubbing his hands before her belly while still standing behind her. In the punishment, she has complete freedom to behave the way she wants, therefore, on the very first spank Naitee clutch the chain of her handcuffs tightly while moaning loudly in the process and said " One! "

My goodness, I almost fucking passed out on his cock. But I didn't stop bouncing. Didn't stop slamming. I rode him like a horse. Like a crazed bitch. Like I was born for this. Until the kissing sound of his cock traveling down the depth of my pussy filled the room. It resounded deep in my ears, like a lewd squelch. I lost it at once. Then I turned. In a reverse cowgirl style. But I didn't stop bouncing. Everything in me jiggled– My boobs, my perky ass.

I gasped, back arching. “Fuck, Kiera…” “Shut up.” She curled them, found that spot, rubbed mercilessly. “You’re gonna take three. Then four. Then my cock. And you’re gonna thank me for every inch.” She worked me open ruthlessly, scissoring, thrusting, adding a third finger while her other hand cracked down on my ass—sharp, stinging slaps that made me yelp and clench around her fingers. “You like that?” Smack. “Like your big sister spanking you while she fingers your greedy little cunt?”

Or it could have been his thick cock that was doing it, as it teased at my thighs, playing a little game of hide and seek. I wanted to straddle that maypole of his. Sitting up, I grabbed the gleaming head of his shaft, making him wait, torturing him, as I guided only an inch of it inside me at a time. He was making all sorts of grunts as I sucked him in with my body. I loved riding men in this position, leading them slyly into my party trick, where I spanned 180 degrees right into reverse cowgirl. It helped to be light and supple for this maneuver and I loved showing my skills off. As he built some momentum, I went for it and twisted my body, swinging my shiny hair around. I heard Alex groan

She stepped behind me, and she yanked the skirt all the way up to my waist and tucked it there, completely exposing my bare ass and soaked cunt to her. “Fuck, look at this pretty little ass,” she growled“So pale. So untouched. That ends right now, you desperate slut.” The first spank came across my right cheek.I cried out, jerking forward. “Count it, bitch.” “One!” I gasped. “Louder, or I start over.” “ONE!” The second landed even harder on my left cheek,Then she started spanking without mercy. She moved between my left and right cheeks,then targeted the same burning spot over and over until I was screaming my lungs out

“For that lack of discipline, you will receive twenty strokes with the heavy leather paddle, and then you will show me how well you can control your own pleasure while I watch.” I lean forward against the glass, my breath fogging the surface as I watch the man guide Greta to her knees before a large, padded vaulting horse. She moves with a fluid, beautiful compliance, positioning her hips high in the air and gripping the handles without a single word of protest. When the first strike lands, a heavy, resounding crack that echoes through the speakers, Greta lets out a sharp, keening cry, her flesh turning an instant, vibrant shade of crimson. But she doesn’t pull away. She doesn’t safe-word. S