Mm Spanking Novels & Stories

Not being able to see Jamal or anticipate where he was going to touch me had my body on edge. I could feel his fingers run up and down the back of my thighs, growing closer and closer to my holes. Then, his strong, black hands grabbed my ass cheeks and pulled them apart. "Oooh god!" I moaned. I hadn't been touched like this in so long, with such dominance. And then... SPANK! "Oooh!" I moaned in shock as the young man slapped my big ass hard and gripped my flesh. "Tell me what you want." He whispered as he kneaded my ass cheeks.

By ten, Adrian's ass was on fire, cheeks glowing red, but the pain only fueled his arousal, his cock dripping steadily. James's own erection pressed against Adrian's hip, hard and insistent. He pinched both nipples simultaneously, yanking them upward while spanking Adrian's balls lightly, just enough to make him jolt and whimper. “Please, James…I need you again. Fuck me while you do this.” James chuckled darkly, releasing the nipples with a final suck that left them aching and wet. He grabbed the lube once more, slicking his cock before positioning Adrian on all fours. He thrust back in, filling Adrian's cum-slick hole with one brutal push, his hands went to spanking the reddened ass cheeks

I wanted him to twist and pinch, lick and suck. "Are you wet for me, my sweet Sasha?" "Yes, sir." "I can see how swollen those pretty pink pussy lips are for me." He smacked harder and faster, keeping a perfect rhythm. "Yes. Sir." The scent of my cream wafted all around me, my hunger building. A slight chuckle slipped from his lips as his hand came down hard and fast. I imagined the warm blush, turning quickly into a deep scarlet as the spanking proceeded. I closed my eyes as he smacked three fingers against my pussy lips. The moan coming from deep within matched his husky growls. The man was ravenous. I was thrown into a moment of raw ecstasy, my body swaying and my mind moving into paradis

I squealed while biting my lip. For the final slap he took his time clearly soaking in his enjoyment. While spreading my cheeks, he worked his right fingers over my clothed covered lips and clit. "I think that your panties are keeping you from really getting spanked. I want you to pull them to the side." I reached around with my hand slipping one finger around the moist cloth and pulling it to the side. "Good girl," he said as he let out one final smack to my swollen sex. "Five," I purred.

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.

My thighs are aching from being restrained for the last thirty minutes or so, but still I manage to raise my bottom up a little more. "Please spank me, Sir. I need to learn how to behave." Despite my enthusiasm for a decent spanking I still wince when the flat of a paddle caresses my right buttock. Whichever Dom is wielding it strokes the implement back and forth across my waiting cheek before lifting it and bringing it down hard. It catches me full across the widest part and hurts like fuck.

I ground against his face, wrists straining against the belt. Alex moved behind me. Hands on my shoulders, holding me steady. “Count the spanks.” Jake pulled back, wiped his mouth. “Ten each. Hard.” First smack landed on my right ass cheek. Open palm. Sharp sting. I yelped. “One.” Second on the left. Harder. Heat bloomed. “Two.” They alternated. Jake’s hand stung more—bigger palm, more force. By five my ass was glowing red, skin hot and tight. Each smack made my pussy clench, fresh slick dripping down my thighs.

The whip landed on me again and without giving me time to recover, he spanked me again. I shut my eyes and felt like my ass was on fire, but it was on fire in a good way. He leaned closer and kissed my ass and I was given some time to recover. I breathed evenly, while still feeling the warmth on my ass. Then, without warning, the whip landed on my buttocks again. It was Eric who was spanking me. It had gotten to his turn. His spank felt much different from the other two. It seemed like he was doing his own with a different kind of intensity. I felt tingles all over my ass as I enjoyed every part of what was happening to me.

My name is Maren. I’m twenty-six. It had been a couple of weeks with no sex and work had been stressful. I could feel the tension building and it was just a matter of time before I exploded. It had only been a few months since I had admitted to myself that I wanted and needed to be spanked on occasion. It was a learning curve for my husband Dan and me, and I found that I preferred more light spanks as opposed to fewer hard ones. It was the act of the spanking, the submission, and the sting that I liked more than a lot of pain.

“The trick with spankings is to start slowly and build up a good, steady rhythm. By the time I’m finished with you, your ass should be a brilliant shade of crimson. If we were talking the ‘Ultimate Guide to Pain Package,’ then I wouldn’t stop until there were tears. Depending on your pain tolerance, I’d probably move on to a flogger, then a paddle, and if needed, a crop. How does that sound for a warm-up?” He looked at me inquiringly, and his concentrated focus on my face made it clear he was very interested in my answer. The devil in me responded with more audacity than it should have. I uttered a single word so softly he’d have to strain his ears to hear it, but he was close enough to read