Lesbian Spankings Novels & Stories

The woman had a look of submissive acceptance accentuated by her attire, her stockings were laddered where she had obviously been groped and her knickers were stretched between her ankles. Linda could feel her heart racing and her stomach had suddenly flipped over. She could feel a dampness in her knickers that betrayed the fact that her body was extremely turned on, while at the same time her mind was revolted. The woman looked so happy, so abandoned and accepting of her fate Linda found herself wishing that it was her getting spanked whilst choking down that gorgeous cock.

' [Now you leave me no choice but to teach you a severe lesson, my little tigress. I hissed as I released my grip on her throat before she blacked out, dropping her back onto the bed, where she gasped for air on her hands and knees. She was helpless, and I took full advantage, ripping off her jeans and her panties and flipping her over my knee before she even knew what was happening. I brought my hand down hard on her gorgeous, peachy ass. Her startled squeak and the following scream when I continued to spank her hard had my cock so hard again at my zipper it was painful. I had spanked many women. I was a Dominant, and my Submissives always enjoyed it when I spanked them, and they were soon

Good; she hadn't lost it yet. "Would you mind if I held your hand and stroked your head while Lisa is spanking you?" "No, Mistress. I'd enjoy it." I sat on Lisa's left side and when Rose went over her lap to be spanked, Rose's face was near my cunt, smelling me, smelling ripe female. Not a bad plan when dealing with a lesbian. I held her right hand with my left and stroked her face with my right. Lisa started the spanking. I signaled her to go slowly, drag it out.

he said warmly, “but good girls still need discipline.” He began spanking me, landing swats across my breasts, inner thighs, and my swollen pussy. Each slap made me jerk and moan loudly. The pain bloomed into heat that went straight to my clit. Ms. Voss turned on a powerful wand vibrator and pressed it firmly against my clit while he continued spanking. The combination made me groan and writhe against the ropes while they edged me like there was no tomorrow. Every time I got close, they pulled the vibrator away and stopped spanking, leaving me trembling and pleading with random nosies.

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

The wound left by the stab had already healed, leaving behind only a small scar. “You want to mess with my mind? Play with me, huh?” She continued grumbling as she changed into more comfortable clothes. “Great! This lady will show you what it takes to play a real game. She will beat you so hard that you won’t be able to show your face in the entire Lycan Kingdom.”

I did it again today. I visited my girlfriend at work. Reprobate writer seeks innocent Melanie for backseat naughtiness in underground parking lot. Yes, I’ve been wicked again. Spank me, Jesus. Before this gets too confusing, what with “blow jobs” in the title, let me clarify: I’m a woman, Mela- nie’s a woman—we’re a lesbian couple—but while I’m a woman with a pussy, my girlfriend’s a woman with a cock. She’s trans, hence the mention of blow jobs. So that’s one mystery solved.

I do get off on my own, when my ex-boyfriend, Roman couldn't get me to the height I wanted, but to get turned on, I always touch myself. “Starting now,” Spank! “You will do as I say.” Spank! “If you as much as disobey me, ever again,” Spank. “Ivana Alex, I will so deal with you that death would be a better option.” Spank! When the last spank landed on my red butt cheek, heat rose to the pit of my stomach and I was already a wrecking mess with a dripping pussy. My butt cheeks hurt so bad, but it didn't stop pleasure, unlike anything I've ever experienced to course through my body.

His hand spanks on my tits—hard, that made them bounce and sting, nipples rock-hard under the abuse, turning cherry red as I moaned around his cock, the vibrations making him thrust harder, precum leaking straight down my throat. We flipped into lap dance frenzy again with me straddling on top, grinding my soaked pussy raw along his rigid shaft without letting him sink in—cock sliding hot between my puffy lips, bumping and grinding my clit with every filthy roll of my hips, ass cheeks clapping as I bounced faster, spanking his chest now in return, nails raking down to leave trails while he gripped my hips bruising, forcing the pace harder.

She'd long been surfing lesbian story and movie sites; and lately, a lesbian BDSM site. She was now deeply involved with the fantasy of being a dominant lesbian, and doing the things to other girls that she had seen in some of the hardcore BDSM and bondage movies she enjoyed. Brenda Hinson chuckled to herself as her energetic daughter dashed by her home office in response to the sound of the front doorbell. 'Easy, kid,' she thought, 'it's gonna be a long afternoon.' She had no idea. Snatching the door open, the dripping girl excitedly said, "Hey Kelly, drop your stuff in my room and come out to the pool with us. Brrrr ...shit, it's feaking cold in here!" Vicki dashed back outside to the pool