Men Spanked By Women Novels & Stories

A man I didn't know anything about, except his first name, was spanking me because my husband wanted him to. But thankfully Xavier seemed to only spank me with the sole purpose of fulfilling a command given by his Pakhan, not to hurt me or deliver pain. And yet, it still hurt because every time his rough palm came down on my arse, it touched the heated and bruised flesh left behind by the paddle my husband used on me. Tears dripped down my cheeks, more from the humiliation than the pain. But pain came too. Quickly. Deeply. And like a sinful caress, settling deep in my core as Kayne took his place to spank me next.

"With my application." Another spank. Harder this time. Watching her skin turn pink. "You're so damn frustrating, Ms. Summers." She whimpered. The sound going straight to my already aching cock. I spanked her again. Then again. Building a rhythm. Watching her body react. Her hips shifted. Seeking more. Or trying to escape. I couldn't tell. "What's frustrating…” She moaned when I spanked her again. Right on the same spot. "Is finding out about all the obnoxiously attractive women who throw themselves at you."

And she knew who was destined to take the rough molestation of those cocks today. She screamed loudly just as suddenly someone started rubbing her clit. The sudden pleasure forced her to thrash her body but it did not stop there. She felt hands on her back and suddenly she was turned on her stomach in doggy style. Two women were laid under her body in T shape. Two woman threw her over them harshly and started spanking her. She whimpered and tried to move away but she was grabbed once again to keep her steady. "Crawl up." A woman shouted. She followed the command immediately and started crawling up but the spanks on her hips continued.

Steve just smirks, that sensual, lazy confidence back in full force as he helps pin my arms above my head. I’m still floating from the last orgasm, my body limp, but they move fast. The robe belt bites into my wrists as Mark lashes them to the slats. Steve spreads my thighs obscenely wide and ties my ankles to the footboard with two of his own belts. I’m completely open, completely helpless. Cum from both men leaks slowly out of my pussy onto the sheets. My ass is still tingling from the spanking and ,y face is painted. This is wrong. This is so fucking wrong. I’m married. She’s married. And I’m tied up like a toy for all three of them.

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

And again. "What do you want, Tart? Tell us." Selby's cock brushed her nose. "Your cock! I want you to fuck me." Again, he spanked her, and she fell forward into Selby's crotch, her face buried in his lap. She could feel tears in her eyes, but she wanted more. She couldn't believe what was happening. Another man spanked her in front of her husband, and she begged for it. "Please, fuck me. Please! Fuck me!"

She was so angry that she was incoherent and corrected herself, "No, I mean, if I don't kill you!" Fuming, Kate vented her anger as she waited for her ride. In the car, Lindsay, brimming with curiosity, asked, "Who was that woman?" "Just someone I've spanked before," Kiran casually replied. Lindsay instinctively tensed up, recalling her own experiences. Eventually, she couldn't help but snort coldly, "You're a pervert who enjoys spanking women." "Would you rather I hit their faces?" Kiran retorted. "You…" "I could hit somewhere else, but they might not survive the blow," Kiran pointed out with a smirk.

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.

“He slapped me at my own wedding! Twice! What’s wrong with you? Didn’t you see that?” “We can’t escalate things more when we haven’t gotten the situation straight.” Mom came over as well. She stood between Cole and me. Her back was to him as she faced me. Her expression was stern, and there was some panic in her gaze. “Mr. Martin must have had a reason to do that.” A reason? The absurdity of it made me even angrier. What kind of reason could justify a bodyguard slapping her employer’s husband in front of so many people?

You couldn't see the faces at all, but it was the attitude of the male, the way he was holding his shoulders, definitely his hands. This one excited her most! A woman lying across the man's lap, her bare bottom raised to receive her punishment. Did she want to be spanked? She didn't know, but the picture gave her feelings she'd never had before. They made her insides clench and gave her warm gooey feelings in the pit of her stomach.