Guys Being Spanked Novels & Stories

Cindy quickly jumped, "I think we'll stick with the light stuff such as some Doms can make the sub give them a massage while the sub is naked. Or they can be given simple tasks that they have to perform while naked." Cara nodded, "oh." She said nothing more. Her lack of reaction irked Jason to the bone. His fists tightened annoyed by the fact that nothing seem to impress Cara. "Another example is spanking." Vincent spoke up. Cara leaned forward to look at him. "Spanking? Like a pow pow for a kid?" She questioned. Jason wanted to laugh at her choice of words. "Yes, but with adults." Cindy pointed. "Some Doms often like it when the girl lies across their lap, and counts the spanks. Other Doms

"When you say you can be punished, what does that mean?" "Usually, it means a spanking, either by his hand or a paddle. Sometimes we're whipped with a nine stranded flogger. At other times, the punishment consists of orgasm denial or forced orgasms." "Doesn't it hurt to be spanked, paddled and whipped?" "It does, but it's a good pain, not a bad pain." "What does that mean, good pain, not bad pain?" "I have two other sex slaves with me now. I'm going to put you on speaker so they can help answer your questions."

he said. “Are you serious?” I asked, unsure of what was happening. Grant snapped the belt, and furrowed his brow. Katie and I did as we were told, too scared to disobey him. We both pulled down our pants, showcasing our thong underwear. “Those are cute. Aren’t they boys?” he asked. When Eric tried answering him, he shushed him and snapped his belt. I’d never been spanked in my life, and felt myself tensing up at the proposition.

Ron turns to her, “What about you? Liked it, didn’t you? Why did you take her in half-naked? You wanted to get fucked, huh?” And slaps her on the tits. Stacey starts whimpering like a puppy. She is nervous, tired, and worried. Ron notices her fear and marches on. Paul, on the other hand, seeing me move forward, takes me by the face, lifts me up to him, and gives me a kiss and then a slap. The two males then say, “Well, show yourselves, right?” "You're always so emancipated, Carol, get busy,” says Ron. Stacey and I stand there, motionless, stunned. Ron grabs me, Paul grabs Stacey and they start spanking us hard. Over our screams, they say they want to see us kiss, that we must never complain.

The men formed a rough line, stroking their hard cocks, eyes dark with lust. “Look at these pretty little prisoners,” one of the bigger men growled, slapping Azriel’s ass hard. “Caught trying to run from their Daddy. Time to teach them their place.” The spanking started immediately, hard, relentless slaps that turned their asses bright red. The twins screamed and moaned, bodies jolting with every strike. Fingers invaded them roughly, two and then three at a time, stretching them open while the men laughed and commented on how sloppy they already were.

It went all over her branded handbags and ruined everything beyond repair. That was one memory he wouldn’t ever forget. His parents never laid hands on him apart from that incident, and Joe wasn’t into spanking when he was with Mike. Now, the idea of getting spanked felt different. Sure, if spanking himself could keep the pleasure at bay and return some of his sanity during the calibration, he would do it.

Lautner asked and laughed softly. "I bet his butt cheeks have the mark of your hands already," Mason commented and they both laughed while I was still hugging Mason. "Yeah! Just like how I leave your butt cheeks with a red mark every time I spank you, bro." Lautner replied to his twin brother and I couldn't help but get hornier when a wild thought suddenly pop-up in my brain, Mason was kneeling like a good bitch while Lautner is spanking his butt cheeks until it turns red. Fvck! I would kill someone just to witness Lautner spanking Mason, what makes it more interesting is the fact that they are twins and they do such a sinful thing.

I bucked, my hands tangling in his hair. He pulled back, jerking me roughly, spit slicking his palm. “Touch your nuts,” he instructed. I cupped them, rolling them gently. He slapped them sharply, the sting making me yelp. “Harder.” I tugged myself with more force, sweet pain shooting through me. His tongue followed, latching onto my balls, sucking one whole while teeth grazed, pulling lightly. His fist jerked my shaft fast, head popping in his grip. Spanks landed on my inner thighs, quick and pink.

Of course, the punishment was still ongoing, and every time I spanked him, he would let out a pleasant moan. I found a position that made it easy to spank his butt, where he was kneeling on the bed with his upper body leaning down, forming a wolf-like pose. I stood behind him and began my movement. I told him that since this was a punishment, it wouldn't be gentle, and that he should mentally prepare himself. He obediently found a pillow to cushion his fall and assumed the position I had instructed, cooperating with my movements.

“Okay, I won't be spanking you on your ass this time. You'd be receiving it on your tits. A total of thirty spanks, fifteen on each of them.” “But—” “And I'll tell you the rules while you are being punished,” he cut me in between while pulling my breast in his hand, and I had to close my eyes to control the moan ready to escape.