Romance Novels With Spanking Novels & Stories

"You want a puppet who'll nod and smile. However, now the puppet's strings are cut, and you're freaking out." Francis' expression turned icy. "I'm not freaking out." "Then why switch my meds?" I asked, a challenge. "You're terrified. Terrified that without those drugs, I'll realize I don't love…" His response was to kiss me, a fierce, angry kiss. I fought back, but he held me by the nape of my neck, deepening the kiss until the metallic taste of blood filled my mouth. He had bitten my lip. It was a kiss unlike any other in the ten years I had known him, fueled by both lust and a need to punish.

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!"

I felt like I was in Fifty Shades of Grey for crying out loud. The worst of the worst came when I read the soft and hard limits of our arrangement. The soft limits were spanking, bondage, blindfolding, edging, teasing with implements such as feathers, ice, and wax, use of words like sir or master when addressing him in the bedroom, and no speaking without permission. I was horrified that it was even a soft limit. It should have been a hard limit. He also included light degradation and humiliation, role-play, and the use of toys on me.

He brought the book down again, harder this time on the other cheek, and the pain shot straight to my clit like lightning. I bit my arm to keep from screaming but another moan slipped out anyway because fuck it felt good mixed with the burn. He kept spanking me with that book, over and over, alternating sides, each smack louder and sharper than the last. My ass was on fire after the fifth one, hot and throbbing, and every time the book landed my pussy clenched so tight more juices squirted out of me and ran down my thighs. I was crying now, real tears rolling down my face onto the papers, but my hips kept pushing back into every hit like my body had a mind of its own.

The three of them went into another world for a couple of minutes as both guys fucked my wife as if their lives depended on it, with Sandra seemingly enjoying every second. “Is that good baby?” Desi grunted, then he spanked her ass– ‘crack’, “do you like it rough?” ‘Crack’ another smack on the other cheek, “I bet you’ve dreamed of getting fucked like this for years?” ‘Crack.’ “Haven’t you?” ‘Crack’, the spanking was getting louder and her cheeks were turning red. Sandra’s breathing was getting shorter and her eyes were nearly popping out of her head as she energetically sucked Kez’s dick while Desi fucked and spanked her.

“Wouldn’t want your husband waking up to see his new wife getting destroyed by his best man on their wedding night.” He railed me mercilessly. Deep, brutal strokes that made my tits bounce and my knees buckle. One hand reached around to rub my clit roughly while the other squeezed my breast, pinching the nipple hard. Every thrust pushed Daniel’s cum out of me, mixing with Elias’s as it ran down my thighs. “Elias—fuck—too deep—” I gasped, pushing back anyway. “You love it,” he snarled, spanking my ass hard. “Love being a dirty little slut for your stepbrother while your husband sleeps ten feet away.”

Thierry and Adewale joined, their hands and mouths exploring both women — fingers pinching nipples, tongues licking necks and breasts, sharp spanks landing on already reddened asses. Sharp spanks echoed. Each stinging impact sent jolts of pleasure-pain through them, making their pussies clench and leak fresh cream. The men degraded them with dark, filthy words. “You’re dripping like desperate whores for us,” Marcus growled at Elena, spanking her hard. “Look at these greedy cunts begging for cock.” Rafael slapped Lila’s ass again. “Such a fiery little slut. Look at you soaking my face.” The brutal fucking began immediately.

The sting made me clench, made me wetter. He kept spanking left cheek, right, left again—each crack sharper, the heat spreading like wildfire. I came fast, pussy spasming around him, juices splashing the pew cushion.. He didn’t slow. He fucked me harder, the pew sliding inch by inch, banging into the next row. His hand never stopped spanking in rhythm with his thrusts, my ass glowing red, the pain turning to pure pleasure. “That's it—squeeze me,” he growled. “Milk Daddy’s cock while I mark this ass.”

she moaned, arching her back. He slapped her ass sharply, the sting making her clench tighter as she began to ride him, hands braced on his shoulders for leverage. He palmed her bouncing tits, squeezing the soft mounds while she arched her back, offering them fully. He yanked her forward by her nipples, capturing her lips in a bruising kiss, his free hand delivering sharp slaps to her ass until the skin bloomed red. Switching tactics, he locked both her arms behind her back with one strong hand, thrusting up brutally while spanking her harder. The depth made her cry out, tears of overwhelming pleasure streaming down her face. Releasing her, Karolin sat up straight, her body trembling.

I felt his tip at my entrance then I moaned his name when he slammed into me. “So fucking tight… So wet,” he said like a mantra and began to pound me. “So soaking wet.” I clutched the sheets and moaned loudly every time he slammed into me. I gasped when he slapped my ass and thrusted faster, hitting my sweet spot. “You wanted me to fuck you, right? You wanted me to show you how much I hate you, right?” He growled and smacked my ass. “You say you don't want me no more but look at you, being all jealous and wanting my cock. You're such a fucking slut… my fucking slut!”