Men Being Spanked By Women Novels & Stories

She wears a thong and when she turns, I can see her entire ass he spanks her leaving a red handprint on her butt cheek and he tells her where to go. He goes to each girl and puts them where he wants them. One of the girls were hog tied, another with her hands handcuffed to the bedframe, another in the swing in the middle of the room, and the last one over by a pole and as the music turns on, she begins to dance. Mr. Black looks over the room with a smile on his face as he opens the door and allows some men to fill the room. My eyes widen as I watch the men start to undress and go to different women. I’m shocked when sometimes three men will go to one woman. What are they supposed to do with

Anna was feeling a burning sensation in her ass, she had tightly clutched the bedsheet under her small palms. Twack! “Thank you, master. Pls… Please spank me more.” "Will you break any rule again?" Will asked, giving two spanks on her ass which now has become bright red. “No, master!” Anna sobbed. Her hands were itching to touch her pussy so that she could soothe the pain but she was not allowed to do it in front of him or even when he was not around. Will had given 10 spanks on each ass with the belt before he threw it on the floor. Sensing no activities, Anna turned her head to look at him.

"Nah, nothing. I was just thinking about a book I read long ago. So, you were saying?" " Yeah. She's a masochist, pain gives her pleasure. So, he knows she wants the flogger and he'll give it to her. He also knows her limits" " One question. Is spanking included? Like you know, pain giving pleasure thingy?" " Yeah, it is. Some people prefer the hand or palms to actual stuff. Depends on what is agreed between the Sub and the Dom", Jake explained. Meg pointed to where the Dom was firmly using the flogger on his Sub's ass cheeks.

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.

Go home to your wives, I have no use for you here. The pain and disappointment in her quiet voice cut them deeply, they knew they had been wrong, that her private life was no concern of theirs and she was right, they had seen Ricardo openly using other women. He had even taken the guards to the BDSM club before they had married and they had not thought badly of him when they discovered that he kept not one, but two Subs here who gladly did whatever he wanted them to. They had been sat in his private lounge while the two women, both naked and wearing his collars, had pleasured him. They had not given it a second thought because he had provided women who had willingly pleasured them at the sam

I don’t go for front when I have no feelings for anyone but when I am in love, I would not stop fucking the pussy and I won’t be touching the ass. “Get on your fours, everyone!” I command and just like obedient pets, the four women gets on their knees. I pull my belt out and start to spank their asses and they moan in pleasure. I bet they might be feeling pain and not pleasure from this kind of torture yet they make it seem like they are enjoying the moment. I stop and fall back onto my sofa, my appearance is somewhat like a drunk man who is going to fuck whores during the night. I fetch the wallet from my pocket and pulling out the crispy dollar bills, I give each of them two hundred dollar

Ron turns to her, “What about you? Liked it, didn’t you? Why did you take her in half-naked? You wanted to get fucked, huh?” And slaps her on the tits. Stacey starts whimpering like a puppy. She is nervous, tired, and worried. Ron notices her fear and marches on. Paul, on the other hand, seeing me move forward, takes me by the face, lifts me up to him, and gives me a kiss and then a slap. The two males then say, “Well, show yourselves, right?” "You're always so emancipated, Carol, get busy,” says Ron. Stacey and I stand there, motionless, stunned. Ron grabs me, Paul grabs Stacey and they start spanking us hard. Over our screams, they say they want to see us kiss, that we must never complain.

She looked ridiculous and arousing at the same time in a way that made me want to disappear. "Yes, Miss Catherine," he replied in a falsely high voice. "I've been very, very bad." "Then you know what happens to bad boys." What followed was a scene that would haunt my nightmares forever. The woman bent her husband over a chair and began spanking him with the ruler while he made exaggerated moaning sounds that suggested this was not punishment but rather enthusiastic foreplay. "Oh god, no, no, NO!" I screamed mentally, desperately trying to escape the horrifying scene. "AXEL! TAKE ME TO AXEL!"

The men degraded them with dark, filthy words. “You’re dripping like a desperate whore for me,” Damien growled at Elena, spanking her hard. “Look at this greedy cunt begging for cock.” Rafael slapped Lila’s ass again. “Such a fiery little slut. Look at you soaking my face.” They edged the women relentlessly — bringing each to the trembling brink with tongues, fingers, and rhythmic spanks, only to pull back and let the cool breeze torment their throbbing, dripping flesh. Desperate whimpers turned into broken pleas.

And sometimes they hungered for the wrong things. I felt his hand, cold as the winter snow, against my bared ass and terror paralyzed me more. I knew what he was going to do next. He smacked me hard and I yelped in pain. He was rough about it, his grip on my neck insisted his dominance, and my mind shed tears that I knew my eyes could not. When he slipped his member inside me it was as painful and violent as the worst things any man could think of. There are different kinds of punishment that break a man. But a man who has never been through this would never understand why women fear men; why women demand death for any rapist.