Guys Being Spanked Novels & Stories

“You won’t be needing to sit down, my love, we'll be standing on a pew during the ceremony. “But what about later?” “Are you trying to negotiate the terms of your punishment?” “No, no. I was just stating the obvious.” “It is obvious to me you need a good lesson, let's make it 10 spank for each cheek then.” “No!” I screamed as the first big spank went down my ass, “Oww!” “I don’t hear you counting” Smack “Two.” Smack “Three” Smack “Four, five, six, seven, eight, nine, ten.”

He hooked his fingers in the flimsy G-string and yanked it down, exposing my bare, rounded bottom and the slick, red marks he'd left behind. "Like I bet every man you passed today imagined bending you over and... smack!" he spanked me again. "Fuck! I don't even want to think about it or say it but maybe, I should create a technology and see those men minds. Then, I'll have those guilty ones... to their feet." Slowly, I felt his rubbed his hand over my heated flesh, teasing it a bit before delivering another soft smack. "Oh fuck, I think I'm going to come," I whimpered, spreading my legs aside.

“They let their little girls play and have fun, and they protect them and keep them safe. And sometimes they have to punish their little girls if they’re naughty.” Punishment. My cock swells, pushing against the fabric of the bedspread. Cynthia’s teasing voice and the three martinis I had earlier are combining into a new kind of intoxication. I close my eyes and spread my feet apart, enjoying the low throb developing between my legs. “Do they spank their bad little girls?” “Yes. They might spank them over their panties, or even spank their bare bottoms if they’re really bad. Is that what you want to do, Xavier? Do you want to spank a bad little girl who needs to be punished?”

My thighs are aching from being restrained for the last thirty minutes or so, but still I manage to raise my bottom up a little more. "Please spank me, Sir. I need to learn how to behave." Despite my enthusiasm for a decent spanking I still wince when the flat of a paddle caresses my right buttock. Whichever Dom is wielding it strokes the implement back and forth across my waiting cheek before lifting it and bringing it down hard. It catches me full across the widest part and hurts like fuck.

Becky was staring at The Enforcer with the proper amount of trepidation. "I want you to put yourself over my lap. The Enforcer is one of the instruments Master uses to punish us. I'm going to strike you with it once and once only, so you know what it feels like. Then, I want you to imagine it hitting you twenty-five or more times in a row. That's what could happen to you if you're disobedient. One of our friends is spanked fifty times every morning. Sometimes with only a hand, other times with something worse. Every morning. You will be hit once and you can make assumptions from there as to how bad fifty is. Get ready, over my knees, NOW."

“You bastards! You’re worthless! How can you not bring me that woman?” Everyone was silent, and that made me even more pissed off. I had already exited through the back door of the auditorium, so nothing stopped me from spilling my guts on those who disobeyed my orders. So, I punched in all directions and I knocked down whoever fell victim to my fury of blows to the ground. I punched until I was literally tired. “I must have this woman! Do you understand? You will bring her to me whether she wants it!”

Wilson refused to back off. He grabbed at my clothes again, trying to force his hand inside. I reacted on instinct, kicking him as hard as I could between the legs. The blow caught him completely off guard. He froze for a second, clutching his groin as his face twisted in agony. Then, his shock turned straight into rage. "You filthy bitch! How dare you hit me?" he snarled. "Whether you want to or not, today you're doing as I say!"

"Please, have mercy on me. I'm not that kind of woman." As soon as I said that, all three men burst out laughing. "Save the act. You couldn't stop playing with your little toy on the subway. Your pussy's starving. A nasty slut like you was born to be used by men." With that, Mike pulled off his belt and struck it hard against my body. A fierce sting bloomed across my skin, yet instead of pain, I only wanted more. Then they lifted my legs, hoisting my entire body into the air.

I could feel his rod poking into my stomach, and I realized that he, too, was aroused. I heard the sharp intake of his breath and felt one of his hands on my back, holding me in place. His other hand rubbed my bottom in a circular motion. I was starting to relax; it felt nice. Then it stopped and a stinging slap was smacked on to me. I jumped and gasped. “No, Tova,” he said, gently. “When I am spanking you, you are not allowed to move or to make a noise. If you do, I start over.”

– Christian said. - I want to have that taste. Now, they were induced to suck more, pushing their mouths towards Josefine's pussy. In the middle of sucking her pussy, on all fours, while Christian was kneeling behind each of them, thrusting them, in a series of movements, some of them were positioned sitting, while the boys were standing, both of them as soon as they could. something they called a dick beating. Even though I not only sucked both of them, but each of them, they were spanked, they were beaten by them, and they hit their dicks in my face. I think there were about fourteen and a half cocks, I sucked and spanked so much.