F/m Spanking Novels & Stories

He rubbed the spot soothingly, then delivered another smack to the other cheek — harder this time. “Count them for me, princess,” he said, voice calm and steady. “Ten spanks for coming home so late and dressed like you wanted attention from boys who don’t deserve you.” “One…” I breathed as the third smack landed. By the fifth, my ass was warm and tingling, and I was dripping down my thighs. Marcus noticed. He paused to slide his fingers back between my legs, pumping them slowly inside me while he continued the spanking with his other hand. “Six… seven… oh God, Daddy—” My voice broke into a moan as his fingers curled perfectly against that sweet spot inside me.

“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.”

My poor vibrator was going to get a fast and furious workout tonight, make no mistake. “The trick with spankings is to start slowly and build up a good, steady rhythm. By the time I’m finished with you, your ass should be a brilliant shade of crimson. If we were talking the ‘Ultimate Guide to Pain Package,’ then I wouldn’t stop until there were tears. Depending on your pain tolerance, I’d probably move on to a flogger, then a paddle, and if needed, a crop. How does that sound for a warm-up?”

"But you're not! You're not doing anything wrong," "I know, but it's still hard to convince myself of that. Now, I'm telling you. If a woman wants you to flogger her because she gets off on the pain. Then you are not abusing her. And spankings? Those I've heard are very enjoyable when done correctly." "No! Absolutely not," he said sternly.

"Nah, nothing. I was just thinking about a book I read long ago. So, you were saying?" " Yeah. She's a masochist, pain gives her pleasure. So, he knows she wants the flogger and he'll give it to her. He also knows her limits" " One question. Is spanking included? Like you know, pain giving pleasure thingy?" " Yeah, it is. Some people prefer the hand or palms to actual stuff. Depends on what is agreed between the Sub and the Dom", Jake explained. Meg pointed to where the Dom was firmly using the flogger on his Sub's ass cheeks.

"If you stop for any reason or lose focus on that beautiful cunt in front of you, I will add ten swats to your spanking each time. Spread your legs apart." I spread my legs and lowered my face into her bald slit and started licking her, waiting for Master to begin. I gave Lisa an orgasm and my spanking still hadn't started. Master was softly caressing my ass. When her first orgasm ended, Master struck me with his hand. It was hard and I flinched, but I kept licking. Nine more fell on my cheeks, painting my bottom red. I was quietly crying, my tears dripping on Lisa's cunt where I licked them just as I licked all her other fluids leaking from it. After the first ten, Master pushed the handle

He said everything while spanking on her butt with his warm and rough hand. Oh my god, she closed her eyes, and a tear dropped down on her cheek. She is not crying, but she is not sure about her condition right now. He is spanking her one butt with his one hand and rolling his other hand fingers on her other butt. In short, he spanked only on her one butt while rolling his fingers on her other butt, giving pleasure. If one of her butts is burning like a stove of flame, then the pleasure is taking over the other butt as his fingers are arousing over hers.

“You’re serious.” “Completely.” Smack, smack, smack. “You really think I’m going to let you…hit me?” “Not hit you. Spank you. Big difference. Losing your temper and throwing your boot at me proved you need to learn there are consequences for acting out against me.” Smack, smack, smack. “No. Way. You are fucking delusional.” The continual smack, smack, smack was wearing on her nerves. “I haven’t been spanked since I was about six years old.”

she gasped, pushing back against me. I spanked her right ass cheek hard, the sharp crack ringing out over the water. Her flesh jiggled deliciously, turning a pretty pink almost instantly. I alternated between cheeks, spanking her in a steady rhythm. Elena pushed back onto my cock eagerly, meeting every powerful thrust with equal fervor. “Spank me more! I’ve been such a bad mommy letting my son’s best friend breed me like this,” she whimpered, her voice breaking with pleasure.

“About my colleagues knowing what a whore I am. About my husband finding out I let the office destroy me…” Lena grabbed her hair and forced her back down, riding her face roughly. I slammed into her ass, the pressure building in my balls. It was all insane, Mara’s body jerking between us, her tits bouncing, Lena’s ass smothering her, my cock stretching her tightest hole while Jamal wrecked her pussy. “More,” I snarled, spanking her ass hard. “Tell us what you’re risking.”