Spank Me Tattoo Novels & Stories

"How is that the same? Kaia is my friend. But this Drake? He's not even from our pack! He knows you have a mate, yet he's still pursuing you. He just wants to get you into bed!" At those words, I raised my hand and slapped him. Hard.

Ink bottles shake on the shelves. “Yes. Yes. Pound me,” I cry. He grabs my hair, pulls my head back gentle. “Good little client,” he growls. “Coming back for more.” “All yours,” I moan. “Fuck me harder.” He spanks my ass sharp. Once. Twice. Again and again until it’s red and stinging. “Take it,” he says. “Take my cock.” I push back, meeting every thrust. “Spank me more. I love it.”

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?

“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.

His entire torso and chest is covered in beautiful, black and grey tattooed patterns, each one so detailed in their design. “Do you like what you see Goddess?” he asks when he catches me looking. “Yes, very much,” I reply without thinking and feel a sharp sting across my backside. My first spanking and I'm hoping it won't be my last. “Yes, what?” He prompts me and I smile back at him, not wanting to say it because I enjoyed my punishment. “Unless you want to be spanked again?” “The spanking please sir,” I beg him and he chuckles but obligeses to my request, spanking me harder than before. “Thank you, sir.”

She's wearing goth attire and has piercings in every location imaginable. "Hi, I'm Abby. Who's going first?" I look at Jeremy. He sits down in the chair and shows Abby the semi-colon he wants to get. She finishes it in about thirty minutes. The tattoo machine sounds like a buzzing dentist's office. It sounds like all the dental drills are having a convention. The buzzing makes the goosebumps rise to the surface of my skin. I won't let cold feet stop me from getting the sparrow on my forearm. Jeremy gets up and pats my butt. It's the first time he has ever done anything like that in public. I'm so embarrassed I hardly noticed the tattooist has started tattooing the sparrow on me. My sparrow t

The tattooist reached over and wiped away traces of blood that still oozed from her skin. "I love it!" said Jean as stepped off of the barber chair. The modesty towel fell away in her haste, and she she stood viewing her body in the full length mirror wearing only her panties. She'd really only intended to get a small tattoo on the back of her shoulder, but this seemed much bolder and more defiant. Like it or not, it was hers now, and only hers, forever. Tempted to touch it, she reached her fingers to her chest, only to be stopped by the 'tut-tutting' of the tattoo artist. Jean glanced at him watching her in the mirror. Was it too soon? She'd just had a bad breakup from a long relationship a

“I will tie you up and spank you. I'll spank you harder and make you scream until you beg me to stop for thinking I’d ever want another woman besides you.” I swallowed hard as shiver ran down my spine. His words, the tone of his voice and the feral look in his eyes made me want him to do everything he said even though it sounded dangerous. Confusing arousal rocketed through me, leaking out of my pussy. Tearing his eyes away from our intense gaze, he grunted and matched towards the door. I couldn’t help but notice a broad Raven tattooed on the back of his neck, which made me wonder if it was of a significant to him.

she looked at Nyx’s sleeve of tattoos. “Yes, and she really doesn’t like my black hair.” “What does it say?” Precious pointed to a tattoo on Nyx’s forearm. “It says best friends forever and says Famke underneath it.” “You have Famke’s name on your arm?” Precious eyes were huge. “She has my name on her butt.” Nyx grinned at her earning a squeal from the child. “I do not,” Famke shoved her playfully. “It’s on my leg.” “You have a tattoo?” Precious was clearly intrigued and flabbergasted Famke would have such a thing, her laughter immediately stopped.