Spank Me Tattoo Novels & Stories

I asked “Oh Yes! The one I wish I could have but getting a Tattoo is pretty Painful. But yeah, that Tattoo looks so mad fine on you. Do you know that people are talking about how good the Tattoo looked on you from the picture taken at ShawnLama’s unveiling? Of course, some people thought otherwise but who fucking cares? Fuck the trolls, I say that Tattoo is fire! And please remind me to give my child a tattoo when I birth one? If it’s a girl it would be a butterfly tattoo and if it’s a guy it would be a dragon tattoo. Some Dope ass kids I would have, don’t you think?” Betty rambled and I just chuckled, I missed this girl’s unending talks. “Yeah, I think so “

That night, Henry finally let go of all restraint. The room lay in shadow, and he pressed me against the floor-to-ceiling window, the lights of Riverton flickering like stars beyond the glass. “Claire…” “Yes?” “I want to get another tattoo.” “Where?” He gripped my hand and pressed it to his lower back, mirroring the spot that corresponded to mine. There, with each of his breaths, a faint outline of a feral totem emerged. “I want to tattoo your image. I want to carve you into my bones forever.”

The position left me completely exposed and vulnerable. Ethan stepped behind me, running a large, warm hand over the smooth globes of my ass. He delivered a sharp smack to one cheek, then the other. The sting bloomed hot across my skin, making me yelp. “Ten thousand dollars,” he said, spanking me again, harder. “That’s how many spanks you owe at minimum. But we’ll spread them out over the thirty days. Tonight is only the beginning.” He spread my ass cheeks, exposing everything. Two thick fingers slid through my soaked folds, gathering my wetness before pushing deep inside my pussy.

The sheets teased her nipples even as he found her clit and teased it as he finger fucked her core. “That’s it baby doll. Show me how much you like it. After this, we won’t have any question about who’s fated you are. No more tattoos without me being present. Though I might be inclined to have one place on your inner thigh with my name claiming possession of this sweet pussy of yours.” Ana felt the ache building deep within her core and she could no longer breath normally. When he returned to spanking, her mind confused the spanking with her building desire. Her liquid desire eased from between her thighs and when his fingers returned there again, the slick sounds of his fingers working her

The tattooist says waving his gadgets in the air for effect. "Wait, you actually charge? " Sao asks shocked. "Well yeah, do you think I'd be here doing charity for you young blood? It's way past my bedtime. " He answers smugly busying himself . "Brother if you want a tattoo I'll pay. " Modei offers. "No, I wouldn't want something I can't afford. Let's just go enjoy the rest of the festival. " Sao rejects him. "I think he is scared of a little prick. " Winter says in a silent challenge to Sao.

Colt often got teased since I am the female version of him and extremely sought after by the guys. However, Colt was four minutes older than me so he get’s the Alpha’s position. Leaving me to do what I please and that happens to be tattooing. I started tattooing around 15 years old and Colt and I would be 18 here soon. I was on my last session with Jacob. “I’m excited to get this done. I have a date this weekend and I want it to look good.” Jacob had a new flavor every weekend, to the point that I didn’t bother learning their names.

Meanwhile the rest of us are just living in the blast radius of your different. Tank leaned close to my ear. “Stencil’s set. You want me to start?” “Give me a minute.” “Take your time. Whatever’s happening on that phone, I can feel your back muscles twitching every time a message comes in, and if you flex while I’m lining, this woman’s gonna end up with a tail.” “Her name’s not in the tattoo.” “The woman *in* the tattoo. The figure. The one whose hip I’m about to shade. If you flex, her hip becomes a ski slope. Hold still.”

She seems nice and I wonder why she is doing what she is doing with the chairman. “What are you drawing?” one of the PE teachers, Hank, approach me and sit close to me. “Um, just sketching, ideas for new tattoos” I reply politely. “Cool, you’ve got many tattoos?” he asks and drinks his protein shake. “I’ve got a few” I reply. What is going on? “I’ve been thinking about getting some new ink too” he explains. Oh, okay. Maybe he’s just interested in tattoos. I don’t reply. This is a bit awkward. I know Hank is about Sebastian’s age and I have a feeling he’s gay. I hope he's not hitting on me. That would be se awkward.

We apologized and promised to clean up our mess. Thereafter, he said that he had a surprise for me. He took me into what looked like a luxury spa, but to my joy, it was a very fancy tattoo parlor. I had once told him about a tattoo I had secretly always wanted to get but never found the courage or the right people to do it for me. I even described what I wanted to him. The tattoo artist showed me the design he prepared, and I was dumbstruck. It was exactly what I wanted. Daniel explained the process and how long it would take, and because it was on my back, it might hurt a bit. He said that I could think it over and we could come back if I decided I still wanted it. I really wanted the tatto