Man Being Spanked Novels & Stories

“Okay, I won't be spanking you on your ass this time. You'd be receiving it on your tits. A total of thirty spanks, fifteen on each of them.” “But—” “And I'll tell you the rules while you are being punished,” he cut me in between while pulling my breast in his hand, and I had to close my eyes to control the moan ready to escape.

She was still saying the same thing. “You!” The man was so angry that even his internal organs were hurting. He yanked her up swiftly, pressed her against his thigh, and started spanking her! Slap, slap, slap, slap, slap, slap! After a few consecutive slaps, the worries in his heart finally dispersed slightly. His tense nerves could finally loosen up completely. Jane was lying on the man’s thighs on her stomach. She did not have the time to react or to grasp what was going on. “Stop it! Stop it this instant!”

He walked around behind him and began delivering some blows erratically across the bottom of the sub with his hands. I became vastly interested in the purpose of the erratic stroke and I had known from what Reed had done I quite enjoyed being spanked but this Master seemed to make an art out of it. I could take my eyes away from how each blow turned the bottom of the sub pink and I could tell by the jutting erection that the sub was quite enjoying it as well. "He's warming the man up for the paddle he'll take to his ass. They do this first every time they come in apparently it's a great reward for the fag," this disgusting man beside me huffed and his disdain for the gay couple was obvious.

Dan said, "and I'm willing to allow things to continue as it appears they've been for the last week; this is not something which should have occurred without some serious discussion amongst all of us, as it concerned all of us. For doing this thing without such a family discussion, you will receive twenty strokes with this paddle. You will keep count of each stroke and thank me for each one. Do you understand, slave?" "Yes, Master Dan," Cindy said in a tiny voice. We then witnessed the hardest spanking I've ever seen. Each stroke of the paddle jolted Cindy's body. She teared up after the first one, sobbing loudly after five. Her bottom was a deep, dark red when Dan finished. "Please apply so

” She got up from the table and went down on her knees in front of him and opened her mouth. “That’s right.”He cooed.”With your tongue,bitch.Clean me thoroughly and be quick.I still have to spank you.” “Spank me?” “You were five minutes late today.”He reminded. Jasmine swallowed. She did not like it when he spanks her. It’s as if the man forgets that she’s a person. But she knew better than to say no to him. Saying no would mean getting a reduction in her pay tonight. She finished cleaning him up.He sat on an armchair,he was like an emperor sitting on it.

My thighs are aching from being restrained for the last thirty minutes or so, but still I manage to raise my bottom up a little more. "Please spank me, Sir. I need to learn how to behave." Despite my enthusiasm for a decent spanking I still wince when the flat of a paddle caresses my right buttock. Whichever Dom is wielding it strokes the implement back and forth across my waiting cheek before lifting it and bringing it down hard. It catches me full across the widest part and hurts like fuck.

"If I have to ask you again, I assure you that the punishment will be much harsher, and you will remain without your jeans or panties throughout lunch. Am I clear?" I started to laugh nervously and had to press my fingers across my lips. "Yes, sir." I was still nervous no matter how many times he'd already seen me naked. I turned away, fumbling with the button on my jeans. Heat crept up both sides of my face, the rush of adrenaline shooting my blood pressure to the boiling point. I continued to shake as I sat down, struggling to untie and remove my boots. When I stood once again, I heard the man humming. He was actually humming some tune while I was preparing myself for a spanking.

He held my hands to my back with one hand as he unbuckled his belt with the other. "That's it. I'm doubling your punishment. You're getting thirty lashes, today. It'd keep you in cheek." He leaned over, whispering that to my ear. "No! Are you crazy!? Don't! You can't possibly spank me," I said twisting my body, trying to yank free from his hold. He laughed. "That means you don't know me well. I can and I will. I don't joke when I'm serious. I made it clear that there will be repercussions. You just failed to take it to heart. Do not move or I will double it." He said.

Some conversation took place between them before he started hitting her again, very rapidly. I winced in sympathy on her behalf even if she looked like she was high on the hits. How could anyone find being spanked like a child in front of other people arousing? That sounded like a recipe for utter humiliation to me. The spanks went on for so long, I turned away from them, something about the way his hands were moving disturbed me a great deal.

I didn't even taste his cum he was so deep. The next man wanted to paddle my bottom. He bent me over his lap and pulled my panties down. He moved my cuffs to a higher fastening on my back so my hands wouldn't be in the way and walloped my bottom hard. I thought Master had spanked me hard last night. This man spanked me twice as hard and I was sobbing and crying before he finished. I was still aroused by the spanking and I wondered if I was a bit of pain slut. I'd always felt like a baby before, whining at the smallest ache or pain, but perhaps it only required the accompanying sex to release the slut in me.