Men Spanked By Women Novels & Stories

I closed my eyes in ecstasy, not realizing that I had grabbed their hair, urging them to deepen their mouths on my throbbing member. "Fuck!" I exclaimed. The lower part of my body feels weak because of the sensation I am experiencing. I grab the woman with long hair, who has a perfect arch in her spine. I make her bend over and spank her on both sides. I don't care if water is dripping from her. "Spank me more!" the woman shouts. "Take this!" I repeatedly spank her, pressing my body against her back. The two women in front of me are kissing. They are making out. I widen my smile and command them.

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.

"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.

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.

' [Now you leave me no choice but to teach you a severe lesson, my little tigress. I hissed as I released my grip on her throat before she blacked out, dropping her back onto the bed, where she gasped for air on her hands and knees. She was helpless, and I took full advantage, ripping off her jeans and her panties and flipping her over my knee before she even knew what was happening. I brought my hand down hard on her gorgeous, peachy ass. Her startled squeak and the following scream when I continued to spank her hard had my cock so hard again at my zipper it was painful. I had spanked many women. I was a Dominant, and my Submissives always enjoyed it when I spanked them, and they were soon

“Not in the conventional sense, as if any of it is conventional. It is more of a control issue than being dominant; however, I guess it is one in the same. I’ve told you both times I did it I did not want to spank you. Spanking a woman’s ass adds a heightened layer to pleasure as pain is the same thing to the brain as pleasure. Punishment is nothing I have done in the past because I was not with a woman long enough for me to give a shit enough to correct her behavior if she did something I didn’t like. I simply never saw her again.” He frowns. “This marriage is it. Forever. You belong to me. Only death will free you from me, and if you go before me I’ll follow you into heaven or hell.” The w

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.

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.

Most were shirtless or simply covered their nipples with X’s made of black tape. One woman wearing a purple bustier that brimmed with her large breasts, stroked the belly of another with a soft leather whip. She dragged the black leather ribbons across the woman’s skin then alternately flicked it. The recipient arched her back over a chair, and appeared to enormously enjoy the beating, though her flesh had turned bright red. The pair conjured images of the bondage websites I’d seen, and heat grew between my legs. I fingered the diamond collar around my neck.

I ordered, spanking her cheeks hard—left, right, alternating until they glowed crimson, the handprints blooming like brands. She complied with a whimper, pushing her ass higher, her face buried in the couch cushions. "Spank me more, Alexander—punish me for being late today, for making you wait!" she pleaded, her voice muffled but desperate. I smirked, the memory of her tardiness fueling my strikes. Each slap echoed like a gunshot, her skin jiggling, her cries growing louder. "Yes! Harder—make it sting! I'm sorry, sir—I'll never be late again!"