Lesbian Spankings Novels & Stories

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'

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.

SPANK! "Mmmmm, I love it when dirty old men spank my ass" Alexis moaned as she came up for air. "Are you going to cum for me, baby?" Alexis purred breathily as she flicked her long hair out of her face, before she went down on his shaft again.

She kicked and struggled violently, but her terrified screams only seemed to excite them more. Slaps rained down on her face. The group of beggars pinned her down and tore at her clothes violently. "Why are you still putting on an act? Those private videos of you and Mr. Whitaker are everywhere. Your moans sounded so lewd, and now you want to act all pure? Who would believe you?" The blood in Lindsey's body rushed to her head in shock. She felt a heavy sense of impending doom. Jacob had a hidden fetish that no one knew. He liked taking private videos whenever they made love.

Fingers dipped between spanks, teasing their slits but not entering. Jealousy boiled—Sophia glancing at Isabella's redder ass, demanding equal. "Why is hers darker?" Liam smirked, fingering Sophia shallow while spanking Isabella again. "Compete all you want. Daddy owns both." They begged in tandem, "Please, touch us more." He edged them relentless—fingers pumping, clits rubbed, building sobs. Isabella came close first, body shaking. Stop. Sophia next, tears welling. Stop. "No cumming, sluts. Learn to share."

Her ass cheek blazed bright red, the sting radiating straight to her clit, turning shame and heartbreak into a twisted, electric heat that made her pussy throb traitorously. Cassie hated herself for being turned on, for feeling the tiniest bit better being spanked by daddy. In front of her mom and them, no less. Shame didn't matter to her aching heart though. All she wanted was to block last night out. To forget. “She spent all night being a whore for three different, engaged dicks. What’s another? Don’t fucking act like you didn’t rush me out of here so they could fuck her, Kelly," Zane continued to bark at his wife, as Kelly's world imploded on itself.

I was floating in a sea of overwhelming sensation. Every thrust sent sparks through my entire nervous system. My tits were slapped and pinched. My ass was spanked red. Filthy words rained down on me constantly. “Such a dirty little gangbang princess.” “Look at her taking four cocks while her boyfriend watches.” “She’s going to be ruined for days after this.” Liam’s breathing grew heavier as he stroked himself faster. “Cum for them again, baby. Show Daddy how much you love being our shared whore.” I came again, harder than before,

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.

Lauren said with a ice cold voice, “That’s not allowed,” Cora protested, trying to sound smart. “You said there’s no rule, remember?” Lauren said, not raising her voice. “But it’s not a sexual act,” Cora protested again seeing the determined look on Lauren's face. “Well, spanking is a sexual act and very common in kinky sex,” I clarified liking this already looking from Lauren to Cora who was wishing I'd do her a favor with her pleading eyes..

"You're never going to be anything but disobedient. You will always need stern punishment and hard fucking." The vision of her draped over my lap, her reddened bottom on display for all the world to see as I spanked her, discipling the disobedient woman was almost too much. My balls swelled, screaming for relief. I could almost feel the sting in my hand from the intensity of her spanking, one hard smack coming after the other in rapid succession. I could see the way her face twisted in a combination of pleasure and pain as he body wiggled, trying desperately to keep her position.