Spank Me Tattoo Novels & Stories

May glanced at the tattoo peeking out from Stone's shirt collar before continuing her question, "Are you getting a new tattoo?" "Not me," Stone replied as gently as possible. "You are." May immediately shook her head and stepped back. "W-what? I.. I...don't want to." "I'm sorry, May, but this is non-negotiable. All my men have special tattoos on their bodies, and as my wife, you need to have one too." May's eyebrows furrowed in the middle. "What special tattoo are you talking about?" "Show her, Jake," Stone instructed Jacob.

I start to say, feigning surprise. SPANK! I flinch, surprised by the intensity of the sudden stinging sensation across my left ass cheek. I’m still processing the feel of the first spank when Tate rains 4 more spanks down on my ass. I twist my hips as Tate peppers my bum with spanks. He has a tight grip on me, and I can feel wetness leaking down my legs as I ‘struggle’ to get away. Each hit feels like a spark across my ass, and when Tate finishes the spanks, I can still feel a tingly sensation across my ass. I stand up and reach back to grab my ass. It feels a little sore, but as I shift my legs, rubbing them together, I realize that I’m a little turned on.

Every smack, every caress, is a reminder of who I belong to, of the trust and surrender between us. The spanking continues, my cries of pleasure echo in the room, and the butterfly tattoo on my chest feels like it’s fluttering with excitement. Finally, the spanking ceases, and my body is ablaze with desire. His hands soothe my heated skin, his fingers gently massaging the areas he’d just punished. Then he releases my wrists and ankles, and I turn to face him, my eyes filled with a mix of desire and devotion. He leans in and captures my lips in a tender kiss. “You took your punishment so well, my love. I’m proud of you.”

"How many tattoos do I have in total?" "Four." And he goes on to explain what they are. “The Crow tattoo on the back of your left shoulder, the tribal tattoo on your spine, the lotus flower on the back of your neck, and my mark, right here.” He gently caressed his mark on my left collarbone, and immediately, I felt the pull and comfort towards him. I nodded. “Okay, you're Ryan, okay.” He glared at me and I laughed. “Say my name again.”

Katherine pov For me, the sexiest spot a tattoo can be found is on a man’s rib and of course his fingers. I’ve heard a number of time how painful getting one on those spots can be, maybe that’s why I find it sexy. But is that why I can’t tear my eyes off this hot dude across this counter as well?

she moaned out in shock as he swatted her booty. SPANK! SPANK! "OH!" she moaned out again. SPANK! Calvin took great delight in spanking her big fucking booty. It was such a perfect piece of art, an ass built to be spanked, punished and demolished through hard fucking. SPANK! SPANK! SPANK!

Cassia said out loud. Her voice echoed in the empty cathedral. There were tall pillars that stretched upwards and candles burned in row, dropping was on the floor. There was no one else there except her. Cassia flirted with the idea of taking off the headset since it was getting a little too creepy. “Sorry for keeping you waiting.” A male figure stepped out as if he'd materialized from thin air. He was also wearing a mask. He was tall, and barechested with tattoos running up his arm. He was the most beautiful man she'd ever seen. Instinctively, she stepped back.

Grunting within myself, I looked away and spanked her ass, but I couldn’t resist looking at it as it shook from the effect of my spank. With each spank, my arousal grew, my handprint marking her pale skin. I lost myself in the rhythm, the heat of the moment, until I could no longer deny the throbbing in my pants. I paused, my breathing heavy, my eyes fixed on her. “Good girl,” I murmured, my hand caressing the reddened flesh of her ass. “You’ve taken your punishment well.”

“I want it to say ‘Daddy’s Pussy’ in delicate script.” He pauses, his jaw clenching while he stares at me with wide eyes. I’ve wanted this tattoo for a long time, however, since I had a threesome with my best friend and the Dom at the sex club worshipped her because of it. I knew then I had to get it, but Uncle Jax doesn’t say anything, he continues to stare at me like he’s deciding whether to throw me out or scold me. I wait for the judgment, for how improper it is for me to get such a tattoo, but then he simply nods, slowly nodding to the table again. “Panties off,” he says, his voice rough like he is irritated. “And get on the table.”

He bent his head and tongued the tattoo on her right butt cheek. India sucked in a quick breath. Then he turned his head and tongued the tattoo on her left butt cheek. Another hissing intake of air. Colt flattened his tongue and dragged it up and down her spine, over the infinity symbol—two long, twisted black lines—a tattoo that started above her butt and ended at the gigantic butterfly spread between her shoulder blades. No traditional tramp stamp for his India. Her skin was a canvas; every marking on her was a work of art.