Men Being Spanked By Women Novels & Stories

The three of them went into another world for a couple of minutes as both guys fucked my wife as if their lives depended on it, with Sandra seemingly enjoying every second. “Is that good baby?” Desi grunted, then he spanked her ass– ‘crack’, “do you like it rough?” ‘Crack’ another smack on the other cheek, “I bet you’ve dreamed of getting fucked like this for years?” ‘Crack.’ “Haven’t you?” ‘Crack’, the spanking was getting louder and her cheeks were turning red. Sandra’s breathing was getting shorter and her eyes were nearly popping out of her head as she energetically sucked Kez’s dick while Desi fucked and spanked her.

I had desires, but I never dared indulge them anywhere except with Edward. But that night on the bus, I finally let myself go. By the end of it, I had climaxed four separate times, and every one of them left me completely wrung out. I lay limp across the seat, staring at the mess beneath me, and shamefully enough, a strange sense of satisfaction crept in. Afterward, Wilson and the others got dressed, cleaned me up, and untied me. "We're here," Wilson said. "The site's full of men, and some of them haven't touched a woman in years. If they see you alone, who knows what they'll do? Stay close to us, and don't wander off."

Being sold to a heartless monster just to suffer. "This is the right way to treat women, son. Watch me." He said in a 'disciplining' way. I looked at him, smugly. He whipped the woman on her behind as hard as he could. It immediately reddens. Her butts are bruised already. But what can I do? Nothing. Just pity her plainly.

Lying across the lap of the obvious master and being spanked. There were photos of handcuffs, collars, things identified as floggers of all kinds, something called a spanking bench. And on. And on. Until Shannon didn't think her eyes could open any wider. Other pictures weren't sexual at all, but showed men tenderly feeding their subs, caring for them, and inexplicably those stimulated her just as much. The thing she couldn't get out of her mind was the blissful expression on each woman's face, the ultimate satisfaction.

There wasn’t a biker chick who didn’t. Domestic punishment was how we handled our women whenever they stepped out of line. There was nothing abusive about it; all it entailed was a little spanking, followed by rampant makeup sex. We had nothing but love and respect for our mates, but the Roughnecks were all spanking men. We took care of our women and kept them satisfied. Bikers lived by a code of honor, and our women all had to toe the line. Gia let out a startled gasp as my palm came crashing down hard, landing on her left ass cheek with a slap. Her body relaxed as I rubbed away the sting.

"NO! Like a rebellious slut! I believe that rebellion isn't OK in our relationship and I will do whatever I can devise in order to prevent it. If we discover that we enjoy some types of punishments we will devise ways for you to let me know that you need to be punished." "You think I might like being spanked?" "I don't know. How long has it been since someone spanked your bare ass?" "I was five or six." "That doesn't count. If you disobey me we may just have to find out how you react to spanking. There are lots of other ways that someone could be punished besides spanking." "Have you punished other women?" "Years ago I was dating a woman who seemed to want to be in a bit of pain to heighten

That way, if he does suspect me, it won’t be for long. A good fuck makes you forget your troubles, or so I’ve been told. The problem being a strong woman is that you need a stronger man in the bedroom, one that will take charge, to dominate you to give you exactly what you need. No vanilla sex. I need to be spanked, choked, dominated.

Cindy quickly jumped, "I think we'll stick with the light stuff such as some Doms can make the sub give them a massage while the sub is naked. Or they can be given simple tasks that they have to perform while naked." Cara nodded, "oh." She said nothing more. Her lack of reaction irked Jason to the bone. His fists tightened annoyed by the fact that nothing seem to impress Cara. "Another example is spanking." Vincent spoke up. Cara leaned forward to look at him. "Spanking? Like a pow pow for a kid?" She questioned. Jason wanted to laugh at her choice of words. "Yes, but with adults." Cindy pointed. "Some Doms often like it when the girl lies across their lap, and counts the spanks. Other Doms

"I'd do anything to keep you safe and make you happy as long as it doesn't involve letting you go. I don't care what you think in that little mind of yours, but there's no option for you other than being my wife." Another spank. It was so painful that I caught my breath in a gasp, the immediate shock rushing through every cell in my body. I twisted around, kicking out with my shoes, trying to move away. He put one knee on my left thigh, pinning me even more tightly so that I couldn’t even wriggle, and the spank came down unforgivingly on my ass again and again. The sting spread across my ass cheeks, making them pound in severe pain.

"But you're not! You're not doing anything wrong," "I know, but it's still hard to convince myself of that. Now, I'm telling you. If a woman wants you to flogger her because she gets off on the pain. Then you are not abusing her. And spankings? Those I've heard are very enjoyable when done correctly." "No! Absolutely not," he said sternly.