Romance Novels With Spanking Novels & Stories

Her heart hammered, pussy clenching emptily at the threat, shame twisting into illicit thrill. Liam's dark side unleashed. He flipped her onto her stomach effortlessly, yanking her hips up ass-high, knees spread wide on the rumpled sheets. The first spank landed hard palm cracking her pale cheek, the sting blooming hot fire that made her yelp, skin jiggling. "Count them, wife. And beg for your fantasies." Smack..two, three..each harder, alternating cheeks until they glowed crimson, the heat radiating inward, pussy dripping anew onto the mattress. "Four please, spank me harder! Five tie me up!" He paused, rummaging the nightstand her silk scarf became wrists bound to headboard, tight enough t

I read and raised my brow at Alpha Enzo. “Punishment? What kind of punishment are we talking about here?” I asked, not believing I had involved myself in such a mess. Alpha Enzo’s lips curled into a smile. “Keep reading,” he urged, and I swallowed hard before going back to the document. “Punishments include spanking, kneeling, and sexual tension and torture,” I read aloud, glaring at him. “You shouldn’t worry about that. I won’t do anything to harm you,” he smirked while my frown deepened.

“You wouldn’t put me down! You’ve hit me plenty of times—so what if I hit you twice?” His eyes darkened, sharp with a dangerously calm fury. He gripped my jaw, his fingers rough but not painful. “Spanking,” he said slowly, mockery dripping from every syllable, “is a form of sexual suggestion. Is this how you plan to handle our divorce?” My breath caught. Sexual? My cheeks flamed. “That’s ridiculous!” I protested. “You started it! You were spanking me for years—since I was fifteen! How is it discipline when you do it, but something else when I do?”

He dictated, his face became dark with displeasure. Pure devil. Mili bit her lip to keep herself from crying out loud. She whimpered as she counted forward. Daniel dragged her onto his lap cause she was wiggling away instinctively. She squirmed beneath his hand. After a certain point, the sensations built into something surpassing the pain with each impact of his cruel touch. Daniel's hand was unrelenting, methodical. Every spank was to remind her of her wrongdoing. His breathing was steady and controlled, opposite to Mili, as the rhythm of the spanking picked up, the heat of his punishment spreading across her skin, very domineeringly travelling towards her core. Mili refused to admit, but

I wanted him to ruin me completely, to have me crying out his name until my voice gave out. What we were doing was so wrong… completely forbidden, but I didn’t want to stop. I had craved this from the moment I married Romano. I had once wished he would desire me, touch me like this, but now I knew better. Why would I settle for an old man when I could have this? “Sorry about your couch,” I panted, glancing at the mess we’d made..the couch looked stained, sticky, ruined. “The couch isn’t the only thing that’s going to get dirty today,” he said, spanking my ass lightly, and I shivered, knowing exactly what he meant.

I alternated—ice and mouth, cold and hot—until she was writhing, moaning beautifully for me. Then came the spanking. I released her ankles temporarily, flipped her onto her stomach with wrists still bound above her, and propped a pillow under her hips. Her ass was raised perfectly. I started soft warm up strokes of my palm over her cheeks, rubbing the skin until it glowed. Then harder. Sharp, resounding smacks that made her gasp and moan. I alternated cheeks, occasionally dipping my fingers between her thighs to find her soaked. “You’re dripping down your thighs,” I growled, spanking her again, harder. “Such a dirty wife.” I whispered with every brutal slow thrust. Somehow this felt even mor

I’m surrounded by his cologne, the leatherywoodsy one that’s like Essence of Grown Man, and I know I ought to back away, but instead I’ve grown roots into the rug. “You’re right about Tom Clancy,” he admits. “But if you want to read about erotic spanking, let me find you something better. I doubt this author has been spanked since she was six years old and got caught stealing cookies.” God, what am I supposed to say to that? He’s so not playing by the rules, so not acting like a proper Daddy, and I can’t keep up. And I actually thought she’d done a pretty good job with the spanking scene, so that’s pissing me off a little.

He looked down, ears dropping like a dog — just my imagination, lol. “You didn't think about that when you spanked me yesterday, did you?” He glanced up, eyes sparkling just for a second before it diminished. “That was just a spank.” “Why don't we try it out, then?” He shook his head. “According to the book I read, spankings are only given for discipline. You did nothing wrong.” “I did.” My smile widened. “I denied you sex last night. That would count as something wrong.” I leaned into him and my mouth continued its running phase. “Why don't we start from there, sir? Punish this pet however you like, master.”

I do get off on my own, when my ex-boyfriend, Roman couldn't get me to the height I wanted, but to get turned on, I always touch myself. “Starting now,” Spank! “You will do as I say.” Spank! “If you as much as disobey me, ever again,” Spank. “Ivana Alex, I will so deal with you that death would be a better option.” Spank! When the last spank landed on my red butt cheek, heat rose to the pit of my stomach and I was already a wrecking mess with a dripping pussy. My butt cheeks hurt so bad, but it didn't stop pleasure, unlike anything I've ever experienced to course through my body.

He rubbed the spot soothingly, then delivered another smack to the other cheek — harder this time. “Count them for me, princess,” he said, voice calm and steady. “Ten spanks for coming home so late and dressed like you wanted attention from boys who don’t deserve you.” “One…” I breathed as the third smack landed. By the fifth, my ass was warm and tingling, and I was dripping down my thighs. Marcus noticed. He paused to slide his fingers back between my legs, pumping them slowly inside me while he continued the spanking with his other hand. “Six… seven… oh God, Daddy—” My voice broke into a moan as his fingers curled perfectly against that sweet spot inside me.