Gay Spank Novels & Stories

She was also wearing a multi-coloured, high-waist sequin fringe skirt that could barely cover her perky, naked butt. Bending over and spreading her ass cheeks with her hands, she showed them she was wearing a red and black striped g-string. "Like what you see?" she asked, resting her palms on her knees and swaying her rear. "Why not?" Harris said, walking over to her to spank her. "That's for being naughty," "Thank you, Daddy," Aaron came over and spanked her as well, "That's for being a good slut," "Thank you, Master," Wyatt came over, cupped her ass cheeks and kneaded them for a bit before spanking her hard, making her gasp, "That's for having a delicious pussy,"

Han Hong Yuan whispered in satisfaction. He spanked her again even harder and Pan Xi Yin yelped in pain but was loving every second of it. The pain from the spanking mixed with the pleasure inside her was like a drug to her. For sure the people outside could hear her incoherent gasps and scream plus the rhythmic impact of flesh against flesh and Han Hong Yuan got even more excited.

I do get off on my own, when my ex-boyfriend, Roman couldn't get me to the height I wanted, but to get turned on, I always touch myself. “Starting now,” Spank! “You will do as I say.” Spank! “If you as much as disobey me, ever again,” Spank. “Ivana Alex, I will so deal with you that death would be a better option.” Spank! When the last spank landed on my red butt cheek, heat rose to the pit of my stomach and I was already a wrecking mess with a dripping pussy. My butt cheeks hurt so bad, but it didn't stop pleasure, unlike anything I've ever experienced to course through my body.

“Ten spanks. Then you’ll ride me until I believe you’re sorry.” He pulls out slow, strings of spit connecting us. Uses the ring to haul me up and bend me over the high foot of the bed. My toes barely touch the floor, ass presented, pussy already glistening. The first spank cracks across my right cheek—sharp, perfect sting. “One. Thank you, Daddy.”

The next spank was equally harsh, and her legs moved further apart. She wanted me to play with her pussy. “Two,” she counted with a breathy moan. As I soothe the sting with my palm, her hips lifted, confirming my suspicions. Ignoring the sweet temptation, I delivered another swat that made her gasp. “Three.” The fourth spank landed lower down on her buttocks, where they meet her pussy. I make sure the sting reaches her where she needed my touch the most. “Oh,” she said through a gasp. “Four.”

he rasped. He gripped my waist and I voluntarily turned over. I bent my head down, my hands clutching the pillow for support, while I pushed my waist up high. His hand reached for my G-string and pulled it down in one slow, rough motion. He cupped my waist, his fingers digging into my skin as his hot, throbbing shaft pressed against me. "Oh, BABY girl... bend your waist. Head down so I can hit it hard. I'm going deep enough so I can touch your womb," he groaned. One hand stayed clamped on my waist, while the other came down in a sharp spank against my ass.

"You gonna find out?" His answer was a rough groan as he spun me around, shoving me face-first against the wall. His hands yanked my shorts down, baring my ass to the cool night air. I heard the metallic click of his belt, the rustle of his jeans, and then—smack—his palm cracked against my left cheek. "Fuck!" I yelped, the sting radiating through me, making my cock leak. "That’s for teasing me all night," Garry growled, rubbing the spot before delivering another sharp slap to the other cheek. "Now spread ‘em."

Spanks turned her ass purple, thighs quivering from the impacts, each one forcing a guttural moan from her throat. They didn't stop for hours, positions shifting fluidly: Hailey bent over the armchair, ass up as two cocks alternated her holes; on her side, one in mouth, one in pussy, hands busy; even lifted between Derek and Liam, impaled airtight while the others jerked over her face.

Gabriel's hand cracked across my ass without warning, the sharp sting making me yelp. "Count them," he ordered. "I want to hear you thank me for each one." Another smack, harder this time, on the other cheek. "One," I gasped. "Thank you, sir." "Good girl." He spanked me methodically, alternating cheeks, each strike harder than the last. My skin burned, tears gathering in my eyes, but my pussy was getting wetter with each impact. By the time he reached ten, I was sobbing and grinding against the couch arm, desperate for friction.

His large hands smoothed down her sides, then yanked her pencil skirt up roughly over her hips, exposing her lacy black thong. “No panties would have been more efficient,” he murmured, hooking his fingers in the thin fabric and tugging it down to her knees. “But this will do.” His palm cracked hard across her bare ass. Macy gasped sharply, jolting forward. “Count every single one. And thank your boss properly.” Smack. “One… Thank you, Mr. Harrington.” He spanked her steadily, each firm slap landing with precision. Her soft, round ass quickly turned a bright, glowing red. By the tenth spank she was whimpering, tears pricking her eyes, but her pussy was shamefully wet, slick arousal coating he