Sex And Spanking Stories Novels & Stories

“Uh-huh. It’s just not the same. I was engaged in college when I first learned about kinks and fetishes. My ex used to say there was something wrong with me because I wanted him to spank me.” “Lots of people enjoy it. So, he was vanilla?” “Yes. More than any normal person should be. He only likes the missionary position. Spanking makes me...” Ava covered her mouth, shyly trying to hide her blush. Stepping closer, Hunter’s lips grazed her ear with a low growl. “It makes you come.” “Master, I haven’t been touched in five years. Will you show me your punishments?”

I have no idea how long he went before he stopped but he wasn’t done with me. Instead he forced my legs apart and started touching me, whispering about how old does a pup have to be to get a hard on. I squirmed even more, trying to get away. The first time he just said something, the second time he squeezed me, the third time was another spanking."

I can’t believe I was taking Mary’s advice on how to spice up my sex life. She wouldn’t keep her mouth shut after she heard Alexander was always the one who initiated the sex. She gave me tips, styles, and positions to do it with him, and back then I thought I wasn’t going to listen to anything she said. Right now with that exciting glint on Alexander’s eyes, I could tell that he loved it. “Will do that,” he answered, removing his hand from my ass and landing a spank on it. I cried out in shock but moaned after that. It stings but it wasn’t painful and I liked it.

"He didn't waste time with talk. He just... he drove into me. It hurt for a second, Bridge. Not a bad hurt, but that 'too much' kind of hurt. He stretched me until I thought I’d break. And then he just started hammering. No rhythm, no grace, just raw power. He was marking me. Every shove felt like he was saying 'mine.'" "And you?" Bridget asked, her own breathing sounding shallow. "What did you do?" "I screamed," I said plainly. "I didn't care who heard. I scratched that expensive mahogany desk until my nails hurt. I called him Professor. I think that’s what did it. When I said his title while he was buried inside me, he just snapped. He hit my clit with his hand and kept thrusting until I s

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?”

I pushed Hannah onto her back and settled between her legs, my mouth finding her core while Maddox, following my hissed commands, worshipped her breasts, sucking and biting her nipples until she was arching off the couch. "Let’s switch," I said. I lay back, pulling Hannah on top of me. "Scissor me," I breathed. She understood. She positioned herself above me, our legs interlocking, our wet folds sliding together. The sensation was electric, slick and hot. I reached up, grabbing her magnificent ass, spanking it— smack!-the sound crisp in the room. She cried out, grinding down harder. "Yes fuck, grind on me... Daddy's money bought this whole week, and this is the best fucking purchase yet.." I

“You hyper focused on the bondage and discipline and the sadism and masochism, so you’ve forgotten the core of it is dominance and submission, which takes on many different forms. You only know what you think your limits could be, not what they actually are. I’m not throwing you in the deep end.” I mulled over his words. Isaac was - as usual - correct, which annoyed me. The kinks I read about sounded fun, but come to think of it, most of the stories depicted girls with no experience withstanding an extreme number of spankings with multiple implements, gags, and shibari knots right off the bat. It was unrealistic. I curled into Isaac’s side. His arms immediately wrapped around me, providing m

“Then tell me to stop.” I didn’t. I couldn’t. He pulled me off the counter, spinning me to face the counter, my hands on the marble. “Spread your legs,” he ordered, his voice rough. I obeyed, trembling as he slid my robe up, baring my ass. His hand smacked my cheek, the sting making me moan. “You like that, don’t you?” he said, spanking me again, harder. “Answer me.” “Yes,” I whimpered, my pussy dripping. “Please, Gio…”

“This married pussy is so much tighter than I imagined. Your husband has no idea how to fuck you properly, does he?” He started pounding me hard — deep, powerful strokes that made my tits bounce and my moans turn into broken cries. Every thrust slammed against my cervix. The wet, filthy sound of his heavy balls slapping my soaked pussy filled the room. “Tell me,” he growled, spanking my ass hard. “Tell me how much better my cock feels than your husband’s.” “So much better,” I sobbed with pleasure. “Your cock is ruining me— I can’t go back to him after this—”

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.”