Lesbian Spanking Erotica Novels & Stories

I shook my head and she kiss me passionately. "You need to be punished, my love." She whispered again licking my neck. "For what?" I asked her. "For the lies," she smirked I rolled my eyes, "Okay fine My King punished your slave," I sexily said which makes her lick her lips. "As you wish," She smirks jeez how can this Lesbian be so handsome at this point? "Ah!" I scream in pain when she slaps my left butt cheek she even grips it, making me open my mouth in pain She was looking at me with desire and lust.

“Grip your knees and bring them to your chest. Spread that cunt wide for me.” When she obeyed so well, I didn't stop myself from spanking her exposed pussy. She cried out, her eyes widening, and her body shaking from the sudden onslaught of erotic pain. I spanked her clit this time, then her pussy hole. I kept slapping her slit, inner thighs, even moved to her tight and high titties. When her porcelain skin was pink and covered in my handprints, only then did I fuck her. “Daddy's little submissive,” I murmured to myself.

He said as he pounded the deepest and rougher he had today. He suddenly pulled out, flipped her onto her stomach, and yanked her hips up so she was on all fours. Before she could catch her breath, he slammed back inside her from behind, fucking her even harder, rougher, mercilessly. His hand came down hard on her ass — a loud, stinging smack that made her cry out. “Arch your back,” he ordered, spanking her again. “Show me that pretty ass while I fuck you.” Lila obeyed, pushing her ass higher, her face pressed into the pillow as he railed her from behind. His cock was hitting a new, devastating angle inside her. Every thrust made her tits swing and her body jolt forward violently.

Between my own arousal and the lube, I was a soaking mess; I could hear the wet, squelching sounds of his work, and I felt the trail of moisture dripping off his hand and soaking into the bedsheets. He withdrew his fingers abruptly, only to rain down a series of stinging spanks. Slap. Slap. Slap. "You like that, don't you? My little slut," he growled, his voice loud and proud in the quiet room. "Yes! Again!" I cried out, my voice high and frantic. "I'm your slut, Kael! I'm yours! Break me, please just break me!" My moans turning into high-pitched wails of pure, unadulterated need.

The sharp pain mixed with pleasure instantly, sending jolts straight to my clit. “Nice and tight,” one said approvingly. “These stay on until we decide otherwise.” A heavy hand cracked across my inner thigh hard. The loud smack echoed in the room. I jerked against the restraints, helpless, moaning. Another slap landed on my other thigh, then directly on my swollen, cum-smeared pussy. The sting was brutal and delicious. “Count them, slut,” the leader(I think) ordered. “One… Two… Thre-” I gasped as he spanked my pussy again, even harder.

She's got moonglow tits that bob in night waters, perfect round globes like curled-up white rabbits with black peaks of areola and gray nipples because she's all poison and ebony eyes and milky skin. She's curled up in my closet in a nest fit for the Zu bird and sweet seraph curses and she crows and speaks the language of birds that are girls, or girls that are monsters, with scaled legs and owl wings from ancient Sumerian carvings, but she's not perched on two lions, her thin wan legs are jumping on your bed and you're throwing pillows at each other and painting her lips and talons with a pop of cherry poison. It's all fun and games until arsenic kisses and slashed throats of words fly, it'

She knew the desire was already obvious on her face as well so she didn't hesitate to do as he said. She began to grind and even brought her protruding jewel closer to his masculinity while still sitting on it. She moved to rub her femininity with only thin panties covering it. She was not afraid to do that because she knew that his maleness was also lifeless because of his condition. His two hands were holding her waist again to help her move her body against him. "Damn! Aaaghhhh!" his violent growl was quite loud.

On the sixth, she bit down hard on my thigh through my jeans, a sob escaping her as she forgot to count. I stopped immediately. “We start over,” I said calmly. “Nooo…” she whined, but her hips were grinding subtly against my thigh, seeking friction. I delivered the first spank again. “One!” We continued. By the eighth spank, Lizzie was a complete mess—drooling onto the velvet, sobbing, moaning, her hand sneaking between her legs to rub her swollen clit desperately. “Nine!” she gasped, fingers moving faster. The final, hardest smack landed squarely across both reddened cheeks. My hand print was practically tattooed across her ass cheeks.

After licking my pussy a few more times, he stood up and pressed the tip of his cock against my pussy lips, before entering me slowly again until his entire shaft was inside me. Liam tugged my ponytail again and asked me to watch myself in the mirror, but he did not hold it for a long time unlike earlier. He started thrusting inside me, starting with slow, deep thrusts, then gradually increasing his pace until it felt like my pussy was getting rammed. He cupped both of my tits, playing with my nipples between his thumb and index fingers, tugging them in rhythm with his thrusts. After a while, he let go of one tit and started spanking my ass while grunting as he fucked me even harder. He span

Lisa asked. "As long as you ask permission first." Lisa enjoyed the preliminary orgasms and climaxed once during the spanking, much as Rhonda had, requesting permission to cum when she did. ****** JULIA I pushed Lisa forward second. If we were going to play these games Master wanted to play. I was going to get fucked, good. I'd been licking pussy all night and a nice hard cock sounded really good right now. Her spanking complete, I replaced Lisa over Sam's lap. His cock was hard. Spanking naked slave girls is arousing. He looked to be comparable to Jerry, perhaps slightly shorter, slightly fatter. He'd fill my cunt nicely.