Spank Me Tattoo Novels & Stories

By the end, he lay collapsed on the floor, his body covered in grotesque red markings. I looked down at him, my tone calm and detached. "Oh, I forgot to mention. This tattoo ink is specially made. It won't fade. It'll stay with you for the rest of your life." I tilted my head slightly, almost amused. "I was just joking around with you, Mr. Payne… You're not upset, are you?"

Marcus ordered. I did. Hand trembling, but I signed. The pen felt heavier than the collar around my neck. “Good girl.” Vesper took the papers and smiled. “Now the tattoos.” They laid me on the table. The artist they brought in was one of their own — silent, efficient, needles buzzing. First came the big one right over the brand: bold black letters spelling “COLLECTIVE CUM QUEEN” arched above my pussy. Then smaller marks on my inner thighs — “Free Use” on the left, “Breed Hole” on the right. A crown dripping cum right between my tits.

One of them laughed as he said, "Does the tattoo hurt? If it really works, I'll need to get Greta to do one for my wife…" Before they could finish their conversation, they saw the tattoo on my chest, and their smiles froze. The words 'Public Male Amenity' were tattooed on my chest. That was the ultimate humiliation for a female of the pack. It meant the female werewolf had been stripped of all status and shamed into becoming a shared asset and a toy of the male werewolves. I pressed my hand on my chest as I tried to cover the burning tattoo. Greta laughed softly but mockingly. "Those words suit you very well. The tattoo I gave you will only boost your charm from here on."

Then, I saw him standing by a door to a room, or somewhere. He had taken off his shirt. His upper body appeared bigger. They were tattoos all over his back, his trousers hung low on his waist, dangerously low. I could run my hands through this type of body all day without getting tired. He was receiving a phone call. He was immensely focused. I stood still, waiting for him to finish. His words didn’t make sense at first, until it got to the part where he said: “She doesn’t know a thing. I have it all under control… In the end everything will be mine.” His words made me tremble.

Stacy kept up a running conversation about nothing in particular to keep Angel's mind off of the little pain she was inflicting in order to stamp my name and ownership on her body. I kept one hand in hers while playing with her hair with the other; my eyes on the needle as it moved in short meticulous progress across her flesh. Three hours later we were done and my baby was sporting a brand-new tattoo right across her Mons; it said simply Colton Lyon's on top with a butterfly that covered both labia majora in the same color scheme as her angel wings. With the clit piercing in the middle it was fucking hot and my mouth watered at the sight of it. Stacy gave her a mirror to look at it and she

"I am sorry, Dennis. I don't want to cause trouble for you and Shana. I only show you that Erik also has the same tattoo as me" Dennis was silent for a few seconds trying to calm down and gather his thoughts together. Eventually, he nodded his head and made his way to sit back down. He looked at Bethany expectantly for her to start talking. But instead of talking, Bethany takes his hand and kisses the back of his hand. " Do you want to see my other Tattoo? Same of in at my back, some at my thigh and near my sensitive area. Now, I'm thinking of doing it at Butt"

I playfully glared at her while running my thumb across my throat in a slicing motion. "Before you, I think Jarek will kill me for tattooing someone else's dick on her mate because I had planned to tattoo a small and tiny one on you... and everyone knows Jarek junior is not junior at all." "I am certainly not interested in talking about my mate's junior with his ex-fuckbuddy. So I think we should get on with what I am here for." Gathering my hair, I tie them up in a high bun and lie on my stomach on the tattoo bed.

Sam twitched. "You let me get a tattoo, well, we agreed on getting one. I wanted one more, this one. It's the Chinese symbol for father. I put it next to my pussy because this is where you belong. We were still pretending that we didn't want to consummate our love, so I kept it hidden. The artist was a woman, a mom in her forties, attractive. The vibration, her fingers, I got so fucking wet. She propositioned me. I'd never had sex with a woman. We went back to her place. I loved it.

While we were kept in constant use, me riding Damien reverse cowgirl Sophia airtight between Victor and the cousins, the artists went to work. I received a bold “Family Cumdump” tattoo right above my leaking, used cunt. Sophia got “Bloodline Breeder” arched over her ass. Both of us had small “Property of the Family” marks branded just above our prolapsed holes with temporary but painful heat brands that left raised welts. The pain made our orgasm harder. The afternoon devolved into a full forest gangbang.

There was beauty, but loneliness, and this was like a work of a famous painter whose name is too dispensable for me to remember. My bath was long. I needed to remove any mark that man had left; clean my skin of his shame. I rubbed the sponge hard, reddening my flesh even more. I paid special attention to my tattoos under the groin, one on each side of the hip. My symbols that indicated love and harmony, even if I didn't believe in any of them. The butterflies and mushrooms on my right ankle were more faithful to my image, although I made them at the age of eighteen.