Man Being Spanked Novels & Stories

He grabbed my hand, pulling me down and placing my body in such a way that I was lying on him with my back to him. "Do you know what you are going to do for me?" he asked, and I shook my head. "You are going to count as I spank you; if you miss a number, I will have to start again," he said, and I gulped, scared. "I’m going to spank you ten times." "Okay," He lifted his shirt up, pulling down my pants, and I felt the sting of his big hand coming down my bare ass in the span of a second. I gasped in shock at the feeling; I had never been spanked before, so this was foreign to me.

- Repeat, he fumes, striking again. - Three, I will not say it, master, emphasizing the word master. Aren't you ashamed? You force yourself on a woman, forcing her to give you what is most precious to her. Do you never have remorse for what you put others through? You are despotic. You revolt me. He bursts out laughing. - I don't care what you think of me. Me, when I want something. He strikes, I count. - Four. He continues to spank my buttocks, and I continue to count until I reach 15 spanks. I cry, I'm in pain. He takes an ointment, which he rubs on my buttocks. Every time you sit down,

He then said, "You've been a naughty boy tonight and you know what naughty boys get, don't you?" With that, he gave me a quick slap on the ass with his large hand as the other pressed on my lower back holding me in place. I cried out, mostly in shock as I clenched my ass cheeks together. When I relaxed, he struck me again and again on my bare ass. Here I was, a middle-aged man, bent over another man's knees; my ass getting spanked but it felt wonderful being dominated by this big man. Paul held me across his lap while he spanked me 25-30 times. My ass must have been red from being disciplined before he finally let me up. I rubbed my ass trying to get rid of the pain from the spanking I just

But impulsively, Rachel found herself moaning. Mr. Manuel held her neck with one hand and spanked her a*s with the other, "This is a punishment, not a sex routine, you aren't supposed to moan." He said, his thrusts going faster. But didn't have control of her moan. She kept on moaning and her boss continued to spank her. His grip on her neck tightened and he thrusted in with full force, his balls loudly slapped her a*s. He did it repeatedly while Rachel screamed.

He just shakes me, frustrated, trying to get me to shut up and stop moving as he strides the length of the club, where patrons and dancers are shouting, fleeing for the doors. I shout along with them, my words mingling with theirs, but this man completely ignores me. My cries are frantic as I continue to pound on his man’s back – who is he!? Does he work for the Mafia Don who bought me – is he taking me to the whore house!? I struggle and kick, but I go absolutely still with shock when the man spanks me hard on my mostly-bare ass with the flat of his palm. “Stay still, Bambi,” he orders, laughing, his voice cold. “You’re making this way harder than it needs to be.”

"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.

A man I didn't know anything about, except his first name, was spanking me because my husband wanted him to. But thankfully Xavier seemed to only spank me with the sole purpose of fulfilling a command given by his Pakhan, not to hurt me or deliver pain. And yet, it still hurt because every time his rough palm came down on my arse, it touched the heated and bruised flesh left behind by the paddle my husband used on me. Tears dripped down my cheeks, more from the humiliation than the pain. But pain came too. Quickly. Deeply. And like a sinful caress, settling deep in my core as Kayne took his place to spank me next.

“Look at you,” the mystery man taunted, leaning down so his lips grazed my ear. “Look at you with your ass up, crying like a bitch. But I know you love this, don't you? I know you love getting spanked like the slut you are.” Smack! Smack! Smack! He hit me three times in a row, harder than before and I screamed out, my body arching. “Fifteen…sixteen…seventeen!”

I could feel his rod poking into my stomach, and I realized that he, too, was aroused. I heard the sharp intake of his breath and felt one of his hands on my back, holding me in place. His other hand rubbed my bottom in a circular motion. I was starting to relax; it felt nice. Then it stopped and a stinging slap was smacked on to me. I jumped and gasped. “No, Tova,” he said, gently. “When I am spanking you, you are not allowed to move or to make a noise. If you do, I start over.”