Romance With Spanking Novels & Stories

"You're never going to be anything but disobedient. You will always need stern punishment and hard fucking." The vision of her draped over my lap, her reddened bottom on display for all the world to see as I spanked her, discipling the disobedient woman was almost too much. My balls swelled, screaming for relief. I could almost feel the sting in my hand from the intensity of her spanking, one hard smack coming after the other in rapid succession. I could see the way her face twisted in a combination of pleasure and pain as he body wiggled, trying desperately to keep her position.

Dominic throws me on the bed and flips me over so suddenly he gives me whiplash. He pulls me up on my knees and rubs my ass right before he lands another smack on my bare ass. He positioned himself right behind me and he grabbed a handful of my hair and jerked my head back roughly. “Fuck,” He mutters as he slides his cock into my entrance. “Goddess, Cali. Your so fucking wet, does my dirty whore like to be spanked?” He rasps. “Yes,” I moaned as he rammed his dick into my pussy hard, rough, just like the man that’s causing so much pleasure to my body.

I take it down greedily, milking him for every last drop. He tries to pull me into his lap when he’s finally spent, his eyes dark with satisfaction, but I’m not ready for soft cuddles and words of love yet. Of course the emotion is always here between us, but I need something more extreme to ease the strain I’ve been under all day. “You owe me a spanking,” I remind him softly, watching his expression flicker uncertainly. “I adore a bit of impact play, love, but I’m not sure that’s what you need right now. It should be fun, not a punishment.”

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!"

“Let me make you feel good again.” He thrust into me without any warning, so hard and rough I couldn't help but scream his name. “Damnn I love it when you scream my name.” His voice was laced with lust as he kept going, picking pace with every thrust. Soon I match him, moaning loudly as he pounds stars into my eyes. Frank definitely has a kink for spanking, cause I kept feeling stings on my ass he plunges deeper and deeper. He found my hands and placed them on my back before trapping them together with his right hand while using his left one to spread my cheek as he thrust continuously.

“About my colleagues knowing what a whore I am. About my husband finding out I let the office destroy me…” Lena grabbed her hair and forced her back down, riding her face roughly. I slammed into her ass, the pressure building in my balls. It was all insane, Mara’s body jerking between us, her tits bouncing, Lena’s ass smothering her, my cock stretching her tightest hole while Jamal wrecked her pussy. “More,” I snarled, spanking her ass hard. “Tell us what you’re risking.”

“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?”

But I’m not done with her yet. This was the first wildest sex I’ve had with Viviane and I can anticipate it won’t be the last. I like to fuck her hard and rought. I used a small Victorian spanking paddle to play with her. I showed her my true self, the dominant beast I can be and I hope I have not scared her. I love her but most of all, she completes me and I’ll do anything to make her happy.

“Rub yourself. Come for me. Show me how easily I can control you.” “No—!” Luca tried to protest, but his body convulsed under the command, his hips jerking against the hard edge, cock grinding in a rhythm he couldn’t stop. His face pressed into the table, hot tears smearing the surface, his breath coming fast, shallow, humiliating. Every stroke against the wood made his cock throb harder, slick precome smearing through the thin fabric of his pants. The spanking resumed, not random, but rhythmic, timed with his grinding. Each slap against his ass drove his cock harder into the table. Each strike dragged another strangled moan from his throat. He couldn’t stop. He couldn’t breathe.

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.