Gay Spank Novels & Stories

To my stepdad. “Last chance to behave, Kaylee,” he warned, voice thick. I wiggled my hips, deliberately rubbing against the massive erection straining his sweatpants. “Make me.” His hand came down with a sharp crack. The first spank landed hard on my right cheek, the sting blooming hot and instant. I yelped, more from shock than pain, but the sound that followed was pure, needy moan. “One,” I gasped, already breathless. Another smack—left cheek this time, harder. Heat spread across my skin.

I was tempted to run myself against her but I held back. She arched, gripping the tree for support. The tension in her body radiated through me. My hands traced her ass, cupping, teasing, exploring her tender round curves. Then, when she least expected it, I spanked her, hard. She yelped, a delicious mix of pain and pleasure. “Dante… ouch…” “Gianna… count… now,” I demanded, hand coming down again, harder. Her gasp hit the air as the sting registered. “Two…”

When Cainan got back from the store with Daniel, he wanted to pick up where he had left off with Jasmin, but she had other ideas, and she asked if he had ever spanked any of his previous sexual partners before. Cainan of course was new to the whole idea, once or twice he had heard Laré go on about how Rogue had a thing for whips, ropes and spanking and he never put much mind to it, but when Jasmin suggested it to him last night, he couldn’t say no.

Normal me should be boiling up so damn hard, but my pussy tingled at the dominance but I forced myself again to speak against my body. “You are ridiculous!….” I groaned, but before the words could slip out completely, Lucan raised his hand, landing a smack on my ass. My body stilled, but my pussy spurted with juice and I jolted forward. “Fuck you!” I cursed in pleasure, feeling the sting of the spank as it loomed over my entire body. Lucan leaned into me again, rubbing his palm against the spot he had just spanked like he was trying to soothe the sting.

“Dripping for Daddy before I’ve even touched you properly. Such a naughty little girl.” He brought his hand down hard — a sharp, stinging spank that made her gasp. “Count them, baby. And tell Daddy why you’re being punished.” Smack. “One… Because I didn’t answer your calls, Daddy.” Smack. Smack. “Two… Three… Because I wore this dress without panties to tease you.” He spanked her thoroughly, each firm slap turning her soft skin a bright, glowing red. Mary was moaning by the tenth spank, pushing her ass back for more even as tears pricked her eyes. The pain blended perfectly with the aching need between her legs.

Up and down, slow at first, then faster when the spanks turned harder, his palm leaving fiery prints that made my skin tingle sweetly. The toys shifted inside my pussy with every bounce, rubbing together, my clit grinding against his heavy balls at the bottom of each drop. “Faster, darling, or no ticket for my sweet niece.” “You don’t get away from Uncle’s cock, baby girl.” He rolled us again without warning, pinning me face-down once more, ass high in the air. Then the real punishment ramped up—deep, punishing strokes into my ass while his hand worked both toys in merciless rhythm, twisting and thrusting them in sync with his hips. Spanks rained everywhere now—thighs, ass, even sharp slaps

Ransom said. Kiema whimpered. "Gaia, yes." Within seconds, we had everyone repositioned. I scooted back and shoved myself into her tight wet pussy. "She's even tighter from behind," I said as I caught Ransom's gaze. "I know, bro. Just wait for the finale." I lost my stride at the thought of that pleasure zinging through my system. "Spank her, Saint." I snapped my teeth at my brother. This was still my show, damn it.

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.

Angela gave her an approving glance. Gaia changed, and took her items to the counter so she could pay. As Angela rang her up, Gaia eyed the leather riding crops hanging behind her. Angela noticed and asked, “Are you guys into S&M?” “Mm-hmm. To an extent,” Gaia replied honestly. “How far have you gone?” “Some spanking with the hands, and leather belts.” “Well, do you trust him with a crop? Could be worth a try. You seem to be curious.” Angela smiled.

I turn around to meet his chest, and naughtily grabs his balls, "They're soft too." He groans when I cup them, "Don't do it. I still want kids." I ignore his warning and let them roll on my palm, just playing with them like they're two big marbles, "Gay dads are so hot." "Yeah?" "The whole thing about being masculine and sexy but you can't get your hands on them, or the fact they'll never be interested in you, makes them soooo much hotter." Then I realise he's semi-hard, again. But this time I'm not wearing make up, or have my hair curled, not even putting on the corset or fuck-me heels so what gives?