Novel & Cerita Lesbian Spanking Stories

The men degraded them with dark, filthy words. “You’re dripping like a desperate whore for me,” Damien growled at Elena, spanking her hard. “Look at this greedy cunt begging for cock.” Rafael slapped Lila’s ass again. “Such a fiery little slut. Look at you soaking my face.” They edged the women relentlessly — bringing each to the trembling brink with tongues, fingers, and rhythmic spanks, only to pull back and let the cool breeze torment their throbbing, dripping flesh. Desperate whimpers turned into broken pleas.

She ran the smooth side over my ass, letting me feel the cool leather. "Ten strikes," Monica said. "Count them." The first slap landed hard across both cheeks. The sting bloomed hot and sharp. "One," I gasped. The second followed quickly on the left cheek. "Two." Each strike grew harder, the paddle cracking against my reddened skin. By the fifth my voice was shaking. Tasha reached under me and found my clit, rubbing it in tight circles while Monica continued the spanking.

“Stephanie, your turn.” She moved at me and pulled out my gown and short. “Good girls. Now I want the both of you to move back a bit and turn around. I want a three hundred and sixty degrees look of your body.” We held our hands and moved back, turning around slowly. “The both of you are beautifully adorned by God.” We blushed and Kehlel smack his mouth audibly. “Stephanie, I want you to spank Grandma’s ass five times.” Stephanie came from behind and started apanking my ass, holding onto it as it wobbled.

Catarina was losing her battle - and as she approached age 26, the Ikapati Tribe kept demanding she choose a husband, an Aswang Warrior, who had done battle against the wind spirits and rival Tikbalang hordes, who fought over Domminga Mountains for terrain. But Catarina had never been entranced by the wiles of men: they were coarse, hairy, dark skin like cacao, rough thumbs that left her breasts aching as if they were devoid of milk. When she kissed her boyfriends, she felt dead, so she lived alone in her adobe castle, made of clay and crystal, fronds of banana and palm branches like a lattice in the roof, and she tended Ikapati's Peace Gardens, trying to change The carnivorous ways

His calloused palm skated over her ribs and up toward her breast, his touch confident and possessive. She managed to tear her mouth away, a sob of frustration breaking from her lips. With a surge of adrenaline, she wrenched one hand free and delivered another sharp, stinging slap to his face. Crack. Ronan’s head turned slightly, but he didn't pull back. He let out a low, dark chuckle that sounded like a predator enjoying the fight. He pinned her again, even harder this time, his heavy body crushing her against the door until she could feel every hard line of him.

My hips bucked forward involuntarily. She did it again. And again. Light, stinging flicks that made my cock jerk upward with every strike. Made my hips rock. Made my cock leak steadily onto the marble. Each flick sent a jolt straight to my core. Pain twisted into pleasure so fast I could not separate them. I moaned. Loud. Slutty. Broken. My cock was rock-hard now. Throbbing. Leaking. Aching for more even though every strike hurt like fire. “You got hard at that table,” she said. Voice calm. Almost conversational. “While they talked about keeping women on leashes. While they said wives should be broken early. While they said a good wife knows her husband’s word is law.”

None of my pack ever believed in BDSM, or have any interest in sex clubs, I heard what they said when this club opened. Running fingers through my hair, i watched a woman who was bent over a spanking bench get her ass tanned, her tender white flesh blushed a nice rouge as the man, her Dom, went at her for some misdemeanor. The scene left my cunt creaming, her skin was dark, and it took a lot for her ass to show any hint of red. I knew as I had been told before, finding a man to become my Master or Dom had put me in some bad situations, the men within my pack didn’t believe in taking a hand or cane to woman, let alone punishing her.

I can feel every eye in the gallery burning into me, can feel the judgment rolling off them in waves. The footage proves adultery. Indisputably. I was still legally Gale's wife when I let Knox fuck me in that airplane bathroom. The divorce papers hadn't been filed. Not even till this moment. The bond hadn't been dissolved. By the letter of pack law, I committed the most serious violation a mated omega can commit. Elder James pauses the footage, letting the final frame linger—me and Knox emerging from that bathroom, obvious in our sin. "Lycan King Volkov," Elder James says, and his voice is ice. "Do you have an explanation for this evidence?"

"But you're not! You're not doing anything wrong," "I know, but it's still hard to convince myself of that. Now, I'm telling you. If a woman wants you to flogger her because she gets off on the pain. Then you are not abusing her. And spankings? Those I've heard are very enjoyable when done correctly." "No! Absolutely not," he said sternly.

Once she was fully inside she started fucking me with long, powerful thrusts. Every stroke filled me completely. One hand reached around to rub my clit. The other spanked my ass hard enough to sting. “Yes, ma…fuck me. I want you inside of me,” I gasped. “You already have me inside you,” she growled, spanking me again. “This tight little cunt is gripping my cock so well.” She fucked me harder. The bed creaked and our skin slapped. The sharp sting of her hand on my ass mixed with the deep pleasure until I came hard, my pussy clamping around the toy and a raw moan muffled in the sheets. Sarah kept thrusting through it.