Man Being Spanked Novels & Stories

What if someone caught me like this? The mysterious man spanked my ass hard. I was already lying in the place he instructed with my cuffed hands, and he secured my legs in chains, so now I was helpless. I moaned, a mixture of pain and pleasure. I couldn’t take it anymore. I begged him to stop. He came to my head, rubbing it like I was a pet, and it made me feel good. My pussy leaked shamelessly. “Good girl. I knew you would actually come here.”

I yelped, the sting blooming across my skin. “You like that?” he asked, slapping the other cheek even harder. “Like being spanked by a man you met three hours ago?” “Yes…” I moaned, pushing my ass back toward him. He spanked me again and again, firm, rhythmic slaps that left my ass burning and red. Each one made my pussy clench and leak more. When he was satisfied with the color, he lined his cock up with my entrance and slammed back in with one brutal thrust.

He repeated the action, this time with such force that I was compelled to cry out, a mixture of pain and pleasure intertwining. Satisfied with my response, he spun me around, forcing me to lean against the car. And then, the onslaught of spankings began, each one eliciting cries of pleasure from my lips. My buttocks throbbed with a delicious ache, and despite the pain, I found myself yearning for more, not wanting this exquisite torment to cease. "Tell me, Avery, who is that man I saw you with earlier?" he demanded, his hand still delivering spanks along the way.

He smiled, I shifted back fearfully. "Ohh don't worry slave, this will not be too painful." He smirked. "Now I want you to get on that fridge over there, and shoot out your ass for me. Master needs to spank you for being very disobedient. My fridge wasn't the long standing one, it's more like the short, flat long one?... I guess. My hands went involuntarily to my ass, I can't let Ethan spank me on my ass. That shit is painful. My mum once spanked me and I got her arrested. I was ten years old then. Ever since then, no one has ever done that to me again.

“Twenty spanks. Count them.” His palm cracked down on my right cheek without warning. The sting was sharp and hot. “One!” I gasped. He alternated sides, firm and measured, each smack landing with enough force to make me jolt. By the fifth I was squirming, the pain blooming into heat that pooled between my legs again. “Six… seven… ah!” My voice broke. He rubbed the sore skin gently between strikes, then delivered the next harder. “Ten.” His voice was thick. “Your ass looks so good marked up like this. All mine now.”

He says and I look at him confused. But I did as he said. When my nipple touches the cold desk, I again gasp. What is he going to do? He comes forward and pulls my skirt to my waist and makes me hold them. “I am going to spank you and you are going to count.” He says and I become tense. Why he is going to spank me? What did I do wrong? I try to get up, but he places his hand on my back and makes me bend to the desk.

“Did you just-“ I begin. “And I’ll do it again if you don’t remain perfectly still.” He says. He spanked me in public. Never before have I been spanked, talk less of in front of so many people. I know it’s a bad idea, a very bad one but there’s nothing else to think of in my outrage. I reach down and pinch his firm ass and his stride breaks step. It’s all the break I need to take a dive off his shoulder, forcing him to dive after me to break my fall and we both fall in an entangled heap. I push him off, trying to disentangle myself enough to run and he grabs my ankle and yanks me back.

You couldn't see the faces at all, but it was the attitude of the male, the way he was holding his shoulders, definitely his hands. This one excited her most! A woman lying across the man's lap, her bare bottom raised to receive her punishment. Did she want to be spanked? She didn't know, but the picture gave her feelings she'd never had before. They made her insides clench and gave her warm gooey feelings in the pit of her stomach.

This man is insane! “Stop manhandling me!” I screamed as I struggled against him, but it was useless—he was a wall of muscle. I twisted and thrashed, but his grip was like iron. I summoned all my strength and aimed a swift kick between his legs, but just as my foot lunged forward, he caught my leg before I could make contact. “Knock it the fuck off,” he barked. “Don’t make me put you over my knee and spank your sweet ass.”

It was quite clear that he was definitely enjoying my ordeal. "How many spanks do you think would suffice for these mistakes?" He asked. "I am not a kid that you will spank," I retaliated. "You are everything that I want you to be," he shot back, his words dripping with possessiveness, "and be glad that I am leaving you just by spanking." What a joke! "I believe five spanks for each mistake should suffice to start," His hand pressed against my buttock, a chilling sensation that sent shivers down my spine. "Now, count for me."