M Spanking Novels & Stories

“Let me make you feel good again.” He thrust into me without any warning, so hard and rough I couldn't help but scream his name. “Damnn I love it when you scream my name.” His voice was laced with lust as he kept going, picking pace with every thrust. Soon I match him, moaning loudly as he pounds stars into my eyes. Frank definitely has a kink for spanking, cause I kept feeling stings on my ass he plunges deeper and deeper. He found my hands and placed them on my back before trapping them together with his right hand while using his left one to spread my cheek as he thrust continuously.

“You’ve been teasing me and my wife for weeks. Shaking this tight ass in my face during every session. Getting wet the second I touch you.” He ripped my pantyhose violently right down the middle. The sound of tearing fabric filled the room. Cool air hit my bare, soaked pussy. I gasped. His hand came down hard. SMACK. spanking my wet cunt directly. “Ahhh— fuck!” I cried out, hips jerking. He spanked my dripping pussy again, harder. The wet, filthy sound echoed under the bed. “Quiet, you stupid slut,” he warned, voice low and dangerous. “You make too much noise and someone will come investigate. You want to get fired? You want everyone on this ship to know what a filthy housekeeping whore you

My hand went behind her head, pacing her efforts and driving her down over my dick. No longer holding her tits, Pete was ready for more and started slapping her with his dick. That was mesmerizing to watch, but it got better when I joined in. Two big cocks spanking her big titties was hot as fuck...definitely something for the "spank bank." We were sword fighting over her tits, and that's when inspiration hit, looking at him, "Lets fuck'r together!" He grinned, "We always fuck'r together...or do you mean both dicks at the same time?"

He flipped her tiny skirt up, exposing her bare ass. SMACK! Ava squealed as his big hand came down hard. “You worried me,” he said, his voice low and rough. SMACK! SMACK! Each spank made her ass jiggle and her pussy wetter. She was squirming, whimpering, and grinding against his thigh. Ava gasped as his hand came down again. Damon held her down, spanking her ass while she rubbed herself on his thigh, leaving a wet spot on his pants. Her moans grew louder with every spank.

The spanking was brutal. Marcus used his bare hand, the blows raining down hard and fast. The pain was immediate and intense, a hot, stinging fire that spread across Alex's ass. He tried to hold back his cries at first, biting his lip, but the pain was too much. Soon, he was sobbing, tears streaming down his face, his body writhing under Marcus's relentless assault. "Please," he begged, his voice broken. "Please, Daddy, I'm sorry."

His spanking lasted long and Alex was both horny and shocked when he finished. For the last hand spanking it was Raphael's turn. She never met him; he must have arrived since she had left the centre. He spread her cheeks and began to stroke between the cheeks, and the taps continued faster than she was able to count all over her ass. Alex tried to count but cried more than spoke and the number were not audible.

I ordered, spanking her cheeks hard—left, right, alternating until they glowed crimson, the handprints blooming like brands. She complied with a whimper, pushing her ass higher, her face buried in the couch cushions. "Spank me more, Alexander—punish me for being late today, for making you wait!" she pleaded, her voice muffled but desperate. I smirked, the memory of her tardiness fueling my strikes. Each slap echoed like a gunshot, her skin jiggling, her cries growing louder. "Yes! Harder—make it sting! I'm sorry, sir—I'll never be late again!"

My name is Maren. I’m twenty-six. It had been a couple of weeks with no sex and work had been stressful. I could feel the tension building and it was just a matter of time before I exploded. It had only been a few months since I had admitted to myself that I wanted and needed to be spanked on occasion. It was a learning curve for my husband Dan and me, and I found that I preferred more light spanks as opposed to fewer hard ones. It was the act of the spanking, the submission, and the sting that I liked more than a lot of pain.

But before I can ask or complain that he was going so annoyingly slow, Dominik surprises me, when in one swift movement he separates one of his hands from my body and then drops it hard on one of my buttocks, spanking me. Very surprised, I let out a gasp of pain, while my body tenses and my legs tremble a little. In my whole life, my parents had never used physical punishment on me, so I had never received any spanking from anyone before, and the thought of being spanked was unthinkable to me. And although it had hurt quite a bit, it also felt like something strange, as it wasn't unpleasant, it just felt like something... Painful and hot on my skin. "You've been a very bad girl, Victoria," D

He reaches under me again and starts rubbing my clit while he fucks me and spanks my ass, the orgasm builds fast and dirty. “I’m gonna come…ahh…fuck…” “Come and squeeze this cock while I slap this fat ass red.” My orgasm break with a long, raw moan, body shaking, cunt clamping down hard around him. He keeps spanking me through it—firm, steady smacks that prolong every pulse—until I’m whimpering into the cushion. A few more deep thrusts and he buries himself to the root, flooding me with his cum, while his hand still rests on my stinging cheek.