Do Women Like Being Spanked Novels & Stories

Sparks fly and the sight is magnificent. “I don’t suppose you’re a virgin?” I don’t expect the answer to be yes. She’s twenty-four, hot-blooded and gorgeous. I don’t care about her hymen, only that other men may have touched what’s mine. Her hand twitches toward her water glass like she might hurl it into my face. I kind of hope she does. I promised her there would be no abuse. I’ve never assaulted a woman in my life and never will. But a good spanking can go a long way toward improving manners, and the thought of my hand turning her creamy, soft ass cheeks red is alluring.

The sound was like a gunshot in this small room and then he struck the other side, spanking me several more times, even harder than the first few. I wanted to struggle, to throw myself forward and escape him, but my fear of falling combined with his hand on my waist kept me firmly in place. I could take this, right? A spanking was a punishment for a child, not a grown woman like me. I’d survive his hand and then his belt just like millions of children before me.

“I’m going to say this one time, and then this subject is closed. I’m attracted to you exactly the way you are. I don’t want to hear another word about you being heavy. I like a woman who isn’t skin and bones. I wouldn’t want you to change a thing. If you try to go all dainty on me and order salads and shit, I’ll spank your bottom. His expression is full-on Daddy stern. I squeeze my thighs together, my clit pulsing. His commanding voice and face alone could melt me on the spot. He lifts a brow. “Understood?” I swallow. “Yes, Sir.” “Good girl.” He pats my bottom. I can’t hear my own thoughts over the beating of my heart. I clear my throat. “Have you spanked anyone before?” “Yes. And I’ve been

“Breeding she-wolves need to feel their mate’s dominance more than anyone else.” The word “spanking” echoes in my mind, almost as if it’s some foreign term from another language. I know exactly what it means, but it seems impossible that I could truly be in this predicament. I’ve known plenty of punishments in my time, but none like this. None from someone who actually cares about me, and none that excite me despite my better judgment.

"I've done it a few times and it wasn't something I really enjoyed. With someone I love it would probably be different, and this body is yours, so if you ever want to do it let me know." I'd never done anal. To be honest I'd never understood the fascination men had with it. With Jen, though, anything was possible. I filed it away with a note to revisit the subject sometime down the road. As we talked our hands wandered, and in minutes I was as stiff as I was the first time. She wanted me to do her from behind, saying she wanted to be mounted like a bitch in heat, because the way she felt she was. It got a little strange when she asked me to spank her while we mated. Seems she liked the stimu

she pleaded, her tone turning serious. I obliged her command, but this time, I left a red print. “Uh! It sends tingles in all the right places,” she moaned, wriggling against my throbbing cock. “You really know what you’re doing.” What? Did my little spitfire love to be spanked? There wasn’t a biker chick who didn’t.

I did a light spank. “What was that for?” She yipped before she gasped. “For being a pain in my fucking ass.” I spanked her again on the same side of her pretty firm, round ass. “Ouch. And you curse a lot tonight. You think it’s attractive.” “Give me a break. I’m still pissed. Does it hurt?” I rubbed the pink skin where I spanked her. “No. Not really. Do it again.” Okay, she was enjoying it. When I thought she would throw a fit, I was wrong.

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.

“There’s nothing wrong with kink. You shouldn’t feel shame for having those desires.” “Yes, but…what kind of normal, decent person likes being beaten up?” “Do I beat you up?” I asked, only slightly amused. “You know what I mean.” I smiled and slid off the desk. I crouched in front of her, lifted her hands off the folder, and opened it. “A spanking is not the same as a beating. I don’t use my fists. I will never use my fists on you.” I turned the first page over and showed her. “See?” I traced the finger down my list of hard no’s. “No punching.”

And she knew who was destined to take the rough molestation of those cocks today. She screamed loudly just as suddenly someone started rubbing her clit. The sudden pleasure forced her to thrash her body but it did not stop there. She felt hands on her back and suddenly she was turned on her stomach in doggy style. Two women were laid under her body in T shape. Two woman threw her over them harshly and started spanking her. She whimpered and tried to move away but she was grabbed once again to keep her steady. "Crawl up." A woman shouted. She followed the command immediately and started crawling up but the spanks on her hips continued.