Lesbian Spanking Stories Novels & Stories

I rubbed her asš gently before lifting my hand and delivering the first spanking, making her bite her bottom lip and grip the arm rest tightly. My grip on her hair tightened as I pressed my lips to her ear. “You didn’t count so that one won’t be considered part of the ten.” I told her, making her whimper. I spanked her hard again, forcing her to screām ‘one’. “That’s more like it.” I whispered in her ear, caressing her asš cheek with the hand that delivered the blow. “I love making you screām.” I stopped caressing her asš to smack the same red cheek again. “Two.” She panted as her legs trembled before screāming ‘three’ with the next smack.

I was dripping down my thighs already. Nikolai pulled me up and pushed me onto the bed on my stomach, my bound hands making me arch uncomfortably. He spread my legs wide, exposing my soaked pussy completely. “So fucking wet for your punishment,” he growled. His palm came down hard on my ass. Smack! I cried out, the sting blooming across my skin. He spanked me again and again — hard, rhythmic slaps that made my pussy throb with every strike. “You belong to me, Liora,” he snarled between spanks. “Say it.”

I was taking every inch of him, my pussy walls stretching and gripping the dark, heavy length of his shaft as I moved. "That's it, Blaire," he growled, his large hands digging into my hips, guiding the brutal pace. His fingers left deep, red marks on my skin as he hauled me down onto him again and again. "Ride it like you've been starving for it. I want to feel how much you've been wanting this. Tell me, you little slut, did my brother make you leak like this? Or was it the thought of me finally claiming what Manuel couldn't use?"

I cried out, the sound turning into a moan as he kneaded the stinging flesh roughly. “Say it properly.” “I’m a filthy slut,” I whimpered, pushing my ass back toward him like a bitch in heat. My nipples scraped against the hood through my tank top, rock hard and aching. Tears of overwhelmed lust pricked my eyes. The spanking continued—five, six, seven hard smacks alternating between cheeks until my ass burned crimson and my thighs were slick with arousal running down them. Each slap sent jolts straight to my clit. I was grinding against the hood now, humping it shamelessly.

He fisted her hair, pulling her head back so she had to look at the mirror across from the bed. “Look at yourself,” he growled, spanking her ass hard enough to leave a red handprint. “Look at the neighbor fucking you raw in your husband’s bed.” “Ahhh… yes! Spank me again, fuckkk… I’m such a dirty wife!” Another hard slap landed, then another. Lisa’s pussy fluttered around him, gripping tighter with every thrust. He fucked her relentlessly through her first orgasm. She came hard, soaking his cock and the sheets, moaning shamelessly. But he didn’t slow down. He flipped her onto her back, pushed her legs wide and high, folding her in half as he drove even deeper.

Lavi’s hand came down hard on my ass a sharp, stinging spank that made me gasp and clench around him. “That’s it, baby,” he rasped, spanking the other cheek even harder. “Take this cock. You wanted it rough, didn’t you?” “Yes… yes!” I cried out, pushing back against him, desperate for more. He started pounding me mercilessly, hips moving like a piston. The spanking continued loud cracks echoing as his palm connected with my soft flesh again and again, turning my ass red and hot. Each spank sent fresh sparks of pleasure straight to my clit. I was seeing stars now. Bright white flashes every time his thick cock slammed into my womb. My moans turned into broken sobs of pleasure, my whole body j

“But you will. Every inch.” I gasped when he pushed in— slow, stretching, deep. “Matteo—” “There you go,” he whispered. “Say it again.” “Matteo.” He pulled back and slammed in harder. “Louder.” “Matteo— fuck—” “That’s right.” He gripped my hair and yanked my head back, his other hand spanking me once, twice, making me cry out. “You like that?” “Stop—” “You’re dripping on me, Lena.”

Only then did she realize what she and her son’s friend were doing. She could feel his big cock going in and out of her pussy. Allison was so much in pleasure, but she wanted Thunder to stop already. But instead of halting from fucking her, Thunder just continued and even went deeper from fucking his friend’s tightness. Allison slapped him but he didn't pay much attention to that, and instead continued to thrust his penis into the woman's vagina. The woman slapped him again on the left cheek. "Will you stop or will I scream at you?!" the woman said firmly.

She squirmed; he pinned her hips with his free forearm, immovable. “Count them,” he ordered. “One,” she whispered. Louder. “One!” The spanking continued, ten, fifteen, twenty, until her voice cracked on the numbers and tears pricked her eyes. Not from pain alone. From the humiliation. From the shameful slickness gathering between her thighs, impossible to hide when his hand occasionally dipped lower, brushing the wet folds he found there. He paused at thirty. Fingers traced the hot welts, then slid between her legs, two thick digits pushing inside without warning. Elara moaned, low, involuntary. The hall heard it.

There wasn’t a biker chick who didn’t. Domestic punishment was how we handled our women whenever they stepped out of line. There was nothing abusive about it; all it entailed was a little spanking, followed by rampant makeup sex. We had nothing but love and respect for our mates, but the Roughnecks were all spanking men. We took care of our women and kept them satisfied. Bikers lived by a code of honor, and our women all had to toe the line. Gia let out a startled gasp as my palm came crashing down hard, landing on her left ass cheek with a slap. Her body relaxed as I rubbed away the sting.