Romance Novels With Spanking Novels & Stories

Looking over her shoulder when she feels the bed dips she sees Roman behind her hard cock in hand. "Damn love your so fucking sexy" he says just above a whisper then she feels the sting of his hard making contact with her left ass cheek, she hisses but finds herself pushing her ass out more enjoying the feeling of him spanking her. "Did my little slut like that" nodding her head yes she's meet with two more hard smacks on her ass. "Ahmm" she softly moans arching her back feeling heat and need run through her veins. "I'm going to fuck this tight little pussy of yours tell you don't remember your own fucking name" Roman says slamming into her.

“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

Lauren said with a ice cold voice, “That’s not allowed,” Cora protested, trying to sound smart. “You said there’s no rule, remember?” Lauren said, not raising her voice. “But it’s not a sexual act,” Cora protested again seeing the determined look on Lauren's face. “Well, spanking is a sexual act and very common in kinky sex,” I clarified liking this already looking from Lauren to Cora who was wishing I'd do her a favor with her pleading eyes..

His thumb replaces his tongue – pressing against the spit-slicked rim, pushing gently inside while his fingers stay in my pussy. "Your punishment isn't over," he says. His thumb presses deeper into my ass. His fingers curl in my pussy. Both hands working inside me while I lie wrecked over the couch arm. "You thought you'd take a spanking and a paddling and that would be it. But bratty little sluts who break rules on purpose don't get off that easy."

Her hand kept working me the whole time. I pulled her back to my cock, gripping her hair like a handle and thrusting into her warm mouth. She gagged a few times, eyes watering — a gorgeous sight. I dragged her back to her feet, kissed her hard, then spun her around and bent her over the bed. My hand roamed over her perfect ass, still framed in those tight pants. I spanked her hard. She cried out in pleasure. “Go on, Chris. Spank her,” I said, landing another firm smack.

He spanked me. The bastard actually carried out his threat and spanked me hard, and I hate myself for enjoying it and becoming aroused. I hope he does not notice how wet I am as he caresses my ass cheeks when he has finished spanking me, but of course, he notices. Then he is inside me. fucking me so hard I see stars. 'I hate this man so much, but my body has not got the message. His touch ignites my dark side, and I revel in his hard body dominating mine. I feel my orgasm building deep inside my core, and his hand grips my hip so hard I know it will leave bruises.

"As you wish, sir." As I wished. Could there be any more magical words to stir the imagination and rouse the blood. I began spanking her behind. It jiggled and her body swung, starting to spin. I steadied her so she wouldn't move so much. I didn't want to think about my aim, nor hit something unintended. Her bottom grew red, small whimpers of pain escaping, yet amazingly tolerant of my hand. I finished the first thirty and I was hard again. I fed her my cock and she took me all down.

I was now sitting on his lap, and I could feel his mighty cock pressing hard against my ass, so huge and hot even through his thick suit pants. The way it was twitching right against me made my whole body shake, letting me know that he was ready to take me again and ruin me the second we got home. "If you keep acting this stubborn," Callan growled directly into my ear, his tone dark, dirty, and utterly possessive, "I’m going to tell my driver to pull over right now and give us some space. Then I'll strip your clothes off, bend you over this seat, and fuck your tight little pussy so hard and fast you'll be screaming my name for the whole street to hear.”

He starts slowly, continuing to warm my skin until I’m accustomed to the sting, and then increasing his efforts. I fight like a hellcat, furious that he’s doing this and yet more turned on than I can ever remember being. Something is wrong with me. I decide. Only someone deeply disturbed would enjoy this. He’s actually spanking me, like I’m a naughty child instead of the mother of his baby. The worst part is his deliciously dirty words, telling me what a bad girl I’ve been, scolding me for my misbehavior and yet praising my arousal – telling me how natural it is, how delicious I smell.

If they felt like doing something, they just did it, to hell with the consequences. Lowering her arms to the table, she kept staring at the numbers, remembering the laughter, the drunken parties, the car sex they would have. God, Nick was as rough and dominating with the way he had sex as he lived his life. He took it, not caring if he hurt her in the process. Her pussy ached for days afterward, as did other parts of her body. He was rough with every part of her. So was Edwin. Spanking her. Bondage. Nipple clamps. God, they did it all to her. Glen couldn't even talk dirty to her while they fucked. She missed the roughness.