Romance With Spanking Novels & Stories

“There’s nothing wrong with kink. You shouldn’t feel shame for having those desires.” “Yes, but…what kind of normal, decent person likes being beaten up?” “Do I beat you up?” I asked, only slightly amused. “You know what I mean.” I smiled and slid off the desk. I crouched in front of her, lifted her hands off the folder, and opened it. “A spanking is not the same as a beating. I don’t use my fists. I will never use my fists on you.” I turned the first page over and showed her. “See?” I traced the finger down my list of hard no’s. “No punching.”

25 March 1820 Rome, Italy Jacob was lounging on a chair and Mrs. Valentina Lombardi, the most sought after courtesan in Rome was sprawled on his lap, her lush body pressed to his as she tried to coax a reaction out of him. He knew all the other men watching him envied him. But for the life of him, he couldn't muster any enthusiasm for the act. Instead of finding her perfume enticing, he found it cloying. The smoke from the cigars made him feel suffocated.

My scalp is burning from the tight grip he has on my hair. “Good.” He releases my hair and goes back to touching me gently, almost lovingly. His hand massages my abused behind. “Such a pretty pink color your ass got from a little spanking.” He leans down to kiss my throbbing globes. The sensitivity in my body always hightens after a spanking and soon I can’t contain the moans of pleasure that work their way up my throat.

He lifts up my dress, rubbing my bare ass softly before spanking it. He rubbed my coochie in slow circles that drove me completely wild, like he was prepping for the main deal, which is exactly what he was doing. “Fuck Nova…you’re so…wet,” he growled. His hands found my waist, pushing it down a bit before sliding his manhood inside of me with one deliberate thrust. “Rowan,” I moaned out loud, and then what came after was a spank on my ass. Not to hurt me, but to remind me of what I had done wrong.

Valentine told him. He eased down the fringes and soon the seams of the stockings were visible to him all the way up her ass cheeks. "Spank me," Valentine whispered throatily. Sometimes she liked playing a domme who mixed things up. Arnulfo took a firm hand to each buttock: a light thwack and she could feel her juices pool with intensity. "More," she said and his spanking grew in intensity. she swivelled back around and slowly, slowly lowered her stockings, giving her ass a little time to recover from the delicious stinging. "One more surprise my love," Valentine said to him. "In this room, you'll find something sweet,

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.”

"If she loses concentration on her Domina's pleasure as she's punished. You may add another ten." Julia was well on her way to her first orgasm when I started spanking Rhonda. I whacked her hard the first time, but other than whimpering after, Julia didn't appear to be neglected at all. I loved, Rhonda's bottom. To me, it was one of the most perfect asses I'd ever seen, let alone spanked. Firm, muscular, shapely, and totally hot. I moderated the next dozen to something less than the first one, but started increasing the severity slightly from then on, seeing if Rhonda would break. Towards the end, Rhonda started patting Julia's tummy.

One I take pride in, and I relish the idea of him being this way with me, in the bedroom, throughout the rest of our lives. He says he wants to bend me over the table and fuck me until I can’t walk. I’m not sure if that’s actually possible, I am a fast-healing wolf after all. But I secretly hope he’s right and I have trouble walking afterward. I hope I need him to carry me to the shower to get clean and he then fucks me hard in there too. Damnit I hope he sweeps the food off the table violently and then spanks me for good measure too. I’ve never been spanked before, and it is a secret fantasy I’ve wanted to enact for a long while.

Leo's hand moved from her breast to her body, sloppily touring her body with his hand. He moved his hand from her thigh to her stomach and then to her butt, giving her a spank. Even with her pant on, she felt the pain, there's nothing so good about being spanked, Isabella believed that spanking is purely exaggerated in most of the romance books she has read in the past. She closed her eyes in savoury to the kind of feeling she is getting from her nipple being bitten, she felt like she's on cloud nine right now but the pleasurable feeling died down the moment Leo moved his mouth from her breast to her neck.