Men Being Spanked By Women Novels & Stories

"It's not that; I do love having babies, it's just… it's been a while since I've had a good spanking." There was a lot of hooting and hollering followed by a chorus of agreement from the other women, and that's when I turned the screen off. "For f*ck sake!" The other men in the room started laughing their idiot heads off like they hadn't heard their women jumping on the bandwagon with my nut. "You turned it off too soon; listen to this." Mancini turned the volume up on the audio in the room I'd just been spying on. "You think they're gone?" I wasn't sure whose woman that was, but from the way Connor grunted, I figure it was his.

Two of his men stood behind the lounge chair, their face emotionless and body prepared to take out any form of threat to their boss. The room reeked of cigar and the tables were flaunted white substances that I didn’t have to be told what they are. He was in the middle of squeezing one of the women’s breast when one of his men whispered to him. He looked up at me and smirked. “Ahhh…she’s here” he said. He then gave the women flanked him by his sides, pecks on their lips and spanking them on their butt. My skin crawled with irritation. “Leave us” he directed at the women and they obeyed immediately, sashaying past me and out the door.

The sound was like a gunshot in this small room and then he struck the other side, spanking me several more times, even harder than the first few. I wanted to struggle, to throw myself forward and escape him, but my fear of falling combined with his hand on my waist kept me firmly in place. I could take this, right? A spanking was a punishment for a child, not a grown woman like me. I’d survive his hand and then his belt just like millions of children before me.

he hissed in my ear making my eyes wide open in fear. The man started with hitting her with something I guess paddle making her moan out loudly. I wanted to close my eyes from the disgusting scene but I couldn't because I know he wasn't lying when saying that I will be the next there. I know he can do it easily because of being a insensitive devil he is. The man started spanking her. Making the bed shook and the she keep jerking forward. She was moaning and crying still begging in to fuck her. I felt humiliated and wanted to run away from there. He seriously bought me to a sex club just for a mere punishment. This man is surely maniac.

He made her straddle him backward as she sat on his long, thick cock, while he sat with his thighs spread on the couch. His hands were hooked behind her knees, forcing her legs up and wide open, suspending her in midair. He kept drawing guttural cries from her throat every time he dragged himself out just to thrust deeper again. And that wasn't the worst part. Another man stood in front of them, slamming his whole length into her pussy with brutal thrusts. These men didn't just fuck. They punished. They slammed into both holes without mercy.

She was on her knees before it, she felt like she was being forced to worship this man's thick cock, which in many ways she was. The whole situation really kicked into her submissive kink. Now naked with her freshly red spanked heart-shaped ass, two men she had never met before watching, one of them had been the man to spank her and her boyfriend restrained and forced to watch as she gently circled her tongue around the big red helmet of this man's cock.

I ordered, the authority in my voice underscoring the demand for clarity. "I hit a few, only adults, never a child. I haven't taken any unwillingly, and I respect any woman in bed," Frank confessed, his face flushing as he continued. Warriors gathered around, witnessing the unfolding spectacle. "I may seem like a hard man, but I'm not. I like to be dominant, a strong woman to tie me up and give me a swift spanking," he admitted, prompting laughter from those around us. I growled disapprovingly at the display.

Adrian stands behind me, his arms wrapping around my waist, his cock pressing against my trembling ass. “Are you ready for us, little mate?” Levi growls, his voice filled with lust. “Yes,” I whisper, my voice shaky with fear and arousal. “I'm ready.” Adrian smacks my ass lightly, sending a bolt of pleasure coursing through me. “We're going to punish you and remind you of your place in our pack, little mate. But don't worry, we'll take care of you.” They each take a turn spanking me, their hands leaving fiery imprints on my skin. I cry out in pain and pleasure, my body pulsing with desire as they continue their punishment.

They know our guys do not want other guys touching our women. “They are getting their nails and toes done than having a spa day.” I let the others know. I can see them start to get upset with the idea of other men touching them. “Don’t worry; my sisters say the masseuses are either women or gay.” I tell them.

If any woman ever needed a spanking, it's this one. When she performed her little move on me, I wasn't expecting it and hit the ground before I could come up with a countermove. Yeah, I'm angry and that's never good. This is a lifestyle of choice. I've never before laid a hand on a woman who didn't want it. They might be afraid because a punishment spanking is no cake walk, but they voluntarily suffer the consequences for their actions. Punishing this woman, a dominant, goes against everything I believe in. She's driven me completely, certifiably insane, because I'm contemplating a fitting punishment.