Do Women Like Being Spanked Novels & Stories

The three of them went into another world for a couple of minutes as both guys fucked my wife as if their lives depended on it, with Sandra seemingly enjoying every second. “Is that good baby?” Desi grunted, then he spanked her ass– ‘crack’, “do you like it rough?” ‘Crack’ another smack on the other cheek, “I bet you’ve dreamed of getting fucked like this for years?” ‘Crack.’ “Haven’t you?” ‘Crack’, the spanking was getting louder and her cheeks were turning red. Sandra’s breathing was getting shorter and her eyes were nearly popping out of her head as she energetically sucked Kez’s dick while Desi fucked and spanked her.

Some conversation took place between them before he started hitting her again, very rapidly. I winced in sympathy on her behalf even if she looked like she was high on the hits. How could anyone find being spanked like a child in front of other people arousing? That sounded like a recipe for utter humiliation to me. The spanks went on for so long, I turned away from them, something about the way his hands were moving disturbed me a great deal.

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.

She has all the right to be angry with him. She will fight for her right and for her role as a wife. She doesn't care if Drake will get mad at her and will punish her again just like how he did the other time. Her body and her whole system was already used to it, even if it hurts, she will try to endure every pain. She can endure it all, just for him. She then suddenly remembered how Drake spank her butt the last time, it was so painful that her butt went sore and numb. But on the other hand, it gave her so much pleasure that she likes to be spank again.

Mervon could barely breathe, let alone think, her mind so befuddled with the feelings he had invoked that it took her some time to understand what he wanted from her. Another sharp slap to her ass brought into focus what he had asked. ‘Yes, yes, Kurt, I liked it.’ He saw the confusion in her eyes and tried to explain it to her. ‘It’s not wrong to enjoy it, Mervon. Lots of women enjoy being spanked. If you belonged to me, I would teach you so much more.’

Lara said with full confidence, looking at Max. "Yes, the second one is an incorrect statement," Max uttered, making us shocked that he doesn't like to spank Lara. "Who doesn't like to spank their partner?" Butterfly suddenly uttered, looking at me through the corner of her eyes and grinning. I shook my head in disbelief, recalling how much she had enjoyed while spanking me in the morning. "Now my turn, please." She implored, how anybody could deny her. Everybody nodded and she clapped her merrily.

She stared at him, not sure whether or not he meant what he said. “You’re really going to spank me?” She couldn’t believe he would actually do it. Who spanked another adult? Hell, kids didn’t even get spanked these days. They were just shoved in a chair and told to think about what they did wrong.

"It's only if you've been a bad girl. You can get punished in public. Or if we're at the club, you can be paraded around with a collar or a leash." "I don't want to be a bad girl." "No one wants to be, Princess. It's just in case." "Okay." She nodded. "Spanking?" She nodded. "Floggers, belts, whips, paddles, canes?" "Everything except canes." Our girl was a little pain slut. "Would you like to be spanked for pleasure? Or just as punishment?" I asked because I was really into spanking and flogging. "Both." "How about face slapping?" I asked hopefully.

I want it so bad that I’m distracted from his words. “Spanks?” I ask with some confusion. I haven’t been spanked since I was a little girl, and certainly never by someone not my parents. That was always a childish punishment thing. So why does the thought of him spanking me turn me on? That hand of his strokes over the round part of my rear, and it’s done so softly, so tenderly, but it feels like such a tingling tease of what he’s saying.

I’ve never been treated this roughly in five years and I thought that ibr left desire’s like this behind, and yet, it seems like Dax was single handedly pulling those desires right out from the darkest corner of my mind which I had them buried in. In the next moment, his fingers was tanging in my hair as he pulled my head up, making me gasp as my back got arched again. I was trembling like a leaf, my eyes fluttering weakly just as he growled behind me. “When I tell you something, I expect you to listen to me and follow my words. Do you understand?” He declared in a gruff voice just as he spanked me again and I cried oot this time, my voice cracking around the edges as pain and pleasure explo