Men Being Spanked By Women Mga Nobela at Kwento

“You wouldn’t put me down! You’ve hit me plenty of times—so what if I hit you twice?” His eyes darkened, sharp with a dangerously calm fury. He gripped my jaw, his fingers rough but not painful. “Spanking,” he said slowly, mockery dripping from every syllable, “is a form of sexual suggestion. Is this how you plan to handle our divorce?” My breath caught. Sexual? My cheeks flamed. “That’s ridiculous!” I protested. “You started it! You were spanking me for years—since I was fifteen! How is it discipline when you do it, but something else when I do?”

“Breeding she-wolves need to feel their mate’s dominance more than anyone else.” The word “spanking” echoes in my mind, almost as if it’s some foreign term from another language. I know exactly what it means, but it seems impossible that I could truly be in this predicament. I’ve known plenty of punishments in my time, but none like this. None from someone who actually cares about me, and none that excite me despite my better judgment.

Women were born to be submissive, they weren’t born to overpower and beat men. Yeah well, f*ck those words, because she was going to break every one of this audacious idiot’s fingers. “I bet I’m more of a man than whoever’s f*cking you. If he was doing it right then this attitude you have, would already be gone.” He let go of her shoulder, lightly patting it. “It’s fixable, a few spanking and that look in your eyes would drain right away. I’m not even angry at you anymore.”

He hooked his fingers in the flimsy G-string and yanked it down, exposing my bare, rounded bottom and the slick, red marks he'd left behind. "Like I bet every man you passed today imagined bending you over and... smack!" he spanked me again. "Fuck! I don't even want to think about it or say it but maybe, I should create a technology and see those men minds. Then, I'll have those guilty ones... to their feet." Slowly, I felt his rubbed his hand over my heated flesh, teasing it a bit before delivering another soft smack. "Oh fuck, I think I'm going to come," I whimpered, spreading my legs aside.

“There’s nothing wrong with kink. You shouldn’t feel shame for having those desires.” “Yes, but…what kind of normal, decent person likes being beaten up?” “Do I beat you up?” I asked, only slightly amused. “You know what I mean.” I smiled and slid off the desk. I crouched in front of her, lifted her hands off the folder, and opened it. “A spanking is not the same as a beating. I don’t use my fists. I will never use my fists on you.” I turned the first page over and showed her. “See?” I traced the finger down my list of hard no’s. “No punching.”

“Open up, slut.” She obeyed instantly, sucking him in while Tobias hammered her from behind. Drool and muffled cries mixed as she rocked between them. Darius leaned close to me, his smirk sharp. “Look at her. This is who your wife really is.” I looked. I couldn’t not. Marina’s body shook as she took both ends, spit dripping down her chin, her ass red and raw from spanking. The men switched again, each one taking his turn inside her ass. Every time one pulled out, another rolled on a condom and slid in, forcing her to stretch wider, her body jerking under them.

“Open up, slut.” She obeyed instantly, sucking him in while Tobias hammered her from behind. Drool and muffled cries mixed as she rocked between them. Darius leaned close to me, his smirk sharp. “Look at her. This is who your wife really is.” I looked. I couldn’t not. Marina’s body shook as she took both ends, spit dripping down her chin, her ass red and raw from spanking. The men switched again, each one taking his turn inside her ass. Every time one pulled out, another rolled on a condom and slid in, forcing her to stretch wider, her body jerking under them.

"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.

None of my pack ever believed in BDSM, or have any interest in sex clubs, I heard what they said when this club opened. Running fingers through my hair, i watched a woman who was bent over a spanking bench get her ass tanned, her tender white flesh blushed a nice rouge as the man, her Dom, went at her for some misdemeanor. The scene left my cunt creaming, her skin was dark, and it took a lot for her ass to show any hint of red. I knew as I had been told before, finding a man to become my Master or Dom had put me in some bad situations, the men within my pack didn’t believe in taking a hand or cane to woman, let alone punishing her.

The men formed a rough line, stroking their hard cocks, eyes dark with lust. “Look at these pretty little prisoners,” one of the bigger men growled, slapping Azriel’s ass hard. “Caught trying to run from their Daddy. Time to teach them their place.” The spanking started immediately, hard, relentless slaps that turned their asses bright red. The twins screamed and moaned, bodies jolting with every strike. Fingers invaded them roughly, two and then three at a time, stretching them open while the men laughed and commented on how sloppy they already were.