Romance With Spanking Novels & Stories

13 - All for Daddy Chelsea My pussy throbbed at his words. “Bunny,” I said, trying not to sound too excited. I had read about spanking in romance books and they made me squirm with arousal. I always wanted to try it but never got the chance. Until now. Getting spanked by a man who was twice my age should have made alarm bells ring in my head, but instead, I was getting hornier. Because I knew he would stop if I wanted to.

"Oh, you want that. My little masochist." He slapped each arm down on my ass cheeks brutally and I felt like I should melt. He changed into so freaking mean. He soothed back over the ache, he started flaring with tender strokes over the marks and I felt dizzy, with the mixture of softness and of cruelty in how he made the tracks flare throughout once more. His spanking did experience tender to me. And that is what made it sink in that this became his model of romance, while he started being mild sufficient that I would not protest him in terror.

She had never thought that grinding someones thigh can drive her that crazy. "Ouch!" Sandra flicked as he gave her a love bite on her nipple. It was turning her on more and more. “I am rock hard for you baby girl. I love seeing the desperation in your eyes to go faster and I am going to give you what you want. You take your spanking so well and had the courage to tell me the truth. Right now, I want you to know some things. No matter how you answer them, I will let you cum. Don't you dare lie to me, because if you lie to me, I will find out, okay?”

It takes a split second for his hand to reach my ass and spank on it hard so loud that it blinds the sound of flesh against flesh in the office. I don't know but Rowan spanking makes me see the stars and I never want to return back to earth. "I'll ask you again. Who do you belong to?" I don't answer this time, he doesn't spank me only once. He keeps on spanking my ass hard and continuously as I turn into a mess. I dont know why I'm begging or calling his name or screaming more. I don't know anything and Rowan continues to smack my ass. This is supposed to my punishment but it feels like a hard earned reward.

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.

Frankie said softly. I looked into his eyes and said, “You spanked me.” He grinned and kissed me. “Well you wouldn’t see reason and sometimes a child needs a spanking to see the error of their ways. And I would be lying if I said I hadn’t fantasized a less dramatic version of that before.” he said and I gasped heat arrowing straight to my core.

she gasped, pushing back against me. I spanked her right ass cheek hard, the sharp crack ringing out over the water. Her flesh jiggled deliciously, turning a pretty pink almost instantly. I alternated between cheeks, spanking her in a steady rhythm. Elena pushed back onto my cock eagerly, meeting every powerful thrust with equal fervor. “Spank me more! I’ve been such a bad mommy letting my son’s best friend breed me like this,” she whimpered, her voice breaking with pleasure.

My words dissolved into broken whimpers as he fisted my pubic hair again, pulling it taut upward while spanking my exposed, throbbing cunt harder. The combination made my pussy flutter and clench desperately as more arousal leaking out despite the pain. My clit was swollen and burning with every nerve screaming. He smirked behind the mask, finally speaking in a low, dangerous growl. “You seem to like it, baby. Look how wet this hairy little pussy is getting while you cry.” I choked out another sob, shaking my head even as my hips twitched toward his hand. “I-I don’t… It hurts, Tristan! I’ve never been spanked there before. Please be gentle… I’m your Maya, remember? I missed you. I’m sorry fo

"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 tried to wipe his saliva off my lips, but it was delicious. “What can I tell you, this is the Victory that I like so much. The one who responds to me with anger, while you look so sensual”My heart beats strongly, while he says those eloquent things about me. “Stop doing that!” I yelled loudly. “What do I do?” He asked me, raising his eyebrow, as if he didn't know what he was doing. “Stop playing with me!” I shouted once again loudly. He forcibly grabbed my arm, leaving it red, I tried to get away but he laid me down on his desk, to kiss my lips more comfortably, but I didn't open my mouth. He looks at me for a few seconds and I spit in his face.