Spank Me Tattoo Novels & Stories

Warning: Explicit sexual content, dominant/submissive dynamics, rough sex, pain/pleasure dynamics. 18+ only. Maya had been thinking about this appointment for seven days straight. Seven days since she'd walked into Ash Kane's tattoo shop for a consultation. Seven days since she'd shown him the delicate mandala design she wanted inked on her inner thigh....high up, dangerously close to her pussy. Seven days since his dark eyes had traveled slowly up her body before meeting hers with a knowing smirk.

“And you know you like when I claim you. This is just... permanent.” “Permanent?” My voice cracked like a teenager’s. I was laughing but it wasn’t funny, this chaotic mix of oh-shit and why-is-this-turning-me-on. “You’re insane. Certifiable. I let you cuff me and eat my ass and now you want to tattoo me? What’s next, a collar? A fucking brand?”

My short skirt clings to my ass perfectly, showing off my long legs, and my top stretches over my boobs. My make-up is flawless, as always, but when I see my blue eyes glowing, I freeze. Why the hell is my beast close to the surface now? It can't be just because I'm annoyed? I have more control than that… I'm sure I do. I shake my head and focus on my new tattoo. Honestly, it hurt like hell. The artist had to use a silver needle and ink mixed with wolfsbane to stop it from healing, but it was definitely worth it.

Spank “Ten! Forgive me for I have sinned! I trained hard to become strong” “Yes, you did. Good job.” Spank! “Eleven! Forgive me for I have sinned! I killed many horrible men!” “Yes! You did!” Spank “Twelve! Forgive me for I have sinned! I saved many children! I saved them from the black market! I saved them from the mafia!” “Yes! You should be so proud of yourself!” Spank! “Thirteen! Forgive me for I have sinned! I saved my master on many occasions!”

Shut the fuck up and take it. _*]:min-w-0 gap-3"> He spanks her again, harder this time, leaving a bright red handprint on her pale flesh. She whimpers but doesn't speak, just pushes her ass back against him, begging wordlessly for more. _*]:min-w-0 gap-3">

When I finally released the skin of her rear, I couldn’t help but smile at my masterpiece. Right below the tattoo she had in my honor was my bite mark. The skin was already red from my spanking, but the mark only made it that much prettier. Fūck, she should get that tattooed too. I straightened up and proudly circled the mark with the tip of the knife. “So fūcking beautiful.” I commented in a daze, forcing her to moan again when the knife’s sharp edge teased her skin. “Padrino,” she cried out in desperation. “I need you.”

I mustered up the courage to text. Let's meet up tomorrow. Pick any location of your choice, and I'll meet you there. I glanced through the text before sending. I wanted to be sure I was in my right mind. Bar: typing..... Bar: okay. Same bar, 4:30pm Sharp. Bar: Come alone. I took a huge breath. Was I supposed to show up with my whole family? This guy really irritated me to the core. Me: okay. _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _

Without realizing, my lips had curved for a smile. I then remembered that I shouldn't be smiling no matter what happens. This man is already on my bad side so I should be acting as an enemy to him. Checking on my tattoo, it was there. " Am so sorry my dear friend. I regret refusing your proposal the other night but how was I going to say yes when you only visited me in my dreams? It's all my fault, and sometimes I think that maybe am cursed. Bron left me at the altar without saying any word to me and for that matter I had to marry this stranger who is more like an animal. Can you please tell me what's wrong with me. I know you can hear me and please if you can take me back home." I talked to

“A friend of mine has this place downtown. Temporary tattoo studio, like a flash session. They do those symbolic ones that last a few days. I booked it for tonight—right after you got home from the gym. It’s on your lower back, right where you hide everything. ‘Daddy’s Property.’ Big, bold letters, but they’re going to look like a real tattoo for now.” Emma’s breath caught, but she kept her back arched on the futon, legs spread wide by the padded restraints he had already unlocked and reattached. The thick silver plug shifted inside her with the motion, heavy and unremoved, pressing insistently against the back wall of her pussy. She could feel the fresh cum from the gym still leaking around

The chair creaked beneath them as she began riding him, the fresh tattoo stinging with every bounce. “Ahhh… fuckkk… yes!” she cried, head thrown back. Her breasts bounced heavily as she took him deep, the pain from her side only heightening every sensation. Jax gripped her hips, thrusting up to meet her. “Ride my cock while I mark you, baby. Such a naughty engaged slut, getting fucked and tattooed behind your fiancé’s back.” The dirty words pushed her closer. She rode him harder, the chair rocking dangerously. Jax leaned in and sucked hard on her nipple, then moved to the fresh tattoo, licking away more tiny beads of blood. The pain-pleasure combination made Mia scream.