Spank Me Tattoo Novels & Stories

he called jerking back, he looked surprised yet shocked, at my outburst, I was too, but it felt so painful when he touched it, the tattoo on my nape felt more like a curse on me every passing day “ for over six fucking months I can’t even touch you because you flinch so much when I touch your nape, can you tell me what the hell is wrong with you? You say you want me yet you haven’t given yourself to me? You do not want to give me your virginity? And now you always flinch at me!” he roared to me, his features scrunched up in annoyance, but how was I to explain to him that I had a tattoo I was imprinted with?

Jane had been staring at the tattoo artist since she walked in. He was tall, covered in tattoos himself, and he had a smirk that told her he had seen and done things that would make her blush. Unlike her, who decided to get a tattoo just tk rebel against her parents. They had caught her at a club and embarrassed her two days ago. She was twenty two for fuck sake. She could club if she wanted to. Well now she wasn't just going clubbing, she would get a tattoo too and maybe even fuck the tattoo artist if he was up for it.

D*mn, that word made my d*ck twitch. "Really, huh?! Do you want me to serve you right now?!" She nodded while batting her eyelashes. "Okay, whatever my queen wants!" Her giggles were music to my ears. We kissed, we hugged, and we made love under the moonlight. "Mark me again, Logan!" She uttered after. "I can mind-link Witch Anya to remove this tattoo and mark me again!" I glanced at the butterfly tattoo printed on her marking spot. Honestly, the tattoo was strikingly beautiful. I wouldn't mind marking her with her tattoo sitting there. "No need, sweetheart. I will mark you again even if you have that tattoo on your neck!"

“There’s a man trying to steal my wife from me. And she didn’t tell me.” Dante steps closer, sliding one of his thighs between mine and pressing it against my core. “I think that kind of behavior deserves a spanking.” I moan—genuinely. I haven’t had much experience with kink, but spanking? Yeah. One ex knew what he was doing, and Dante? Dante looks like he definitely knows what he’s doing. That fire in his eyes flares again. No longer anger. Just lust. “Strip for me, topina,” he growls. “I’m going to paint that perfect ass red.”

Her reason had already evaporated. That was when Belle’s half-lidded gaze caught something on Bastian’s left hip. The skin there was still red and irritated, where the tattoo artist had just injected fresh black ink. A small silhouette was etched there. A sparrow with its wings spread. Belle’s breath caught in her throat. Her eyes widened as she stared at the new tattoo, then lifted her gaze back to Bastian with stunned disbelief. “You… tattooed that?” she whispered. Her finger trembled as she pointed toward Bastian’s hip without daring to touch it. “On your body?”

He exclaims which makes me then look down at my forearm to read my own tattoo which spelt 'family'. The tattoo was something that all of our members had to prove that they were in our gang and that we were a family. Jake had it on his bicep, Jason had it on his shoulder blade, Zack had it on his rib and Nick had it on his collar bone. Dominic got it recently on the back of her ear. Somewhere hard to find but still in her style. It suited her, and it wouldn't risk her identity being found out.

"There's no way their disgusting spawns can hold onto these vixens' bodies any longer!" They kicked us harder, yet nothing happened after a dozen blows. "If the babies refuse to leave, we should do something to them so the Pendragons won't even want to look at them anymore," Miley suggested. "I ruined her face, though. Isn't that enough?" Minnie questioned. Miley decided against explaining to her sister and went straight to action. She ordered someone to pick up a tool and carve the word "skank" into our flesh. "Remember to carve it multiple times! We don't want these tattoos to fade once they heal, right?" she said.

The wannabe Barbie goes up to James, practically shoving her disproportionately large cleavage from her tiny top in his face. Skyler, who is behind her, turns to us and puts two fingers in her throat, mimicking someone who's vomiting. I get it, James is her brother. I bite my lower lip to try not to burst out laughing. The blonde doesn't notice anything, too busy looking at James. "I'd like a tattoo on my right butt cheek. Can you do it?" Her voice is shrill. It sounds like her vocal cords are stuck in the door. James points to me. "She does the designs, I handle the tattooing."

"Y—You actually possess such immense, divine power!" My lips curl into a mocking smirk as the completely shredded remains of my shirt fall away from my upper body, revealing my heavily muscled, bare physique to the entire room. A dark, terrifyingly majestic tattoo of a black dragon with glowing red eyes is coiled tightly across my chest, its primal design incredibly vivid and lifelike against my skin.

There was no doubt he already made me have a rollercoaster of feelings. So I got a tattoo of a flame 🔥. On my lower abdomen, near my sacred vagina. Eric joked about how I had messed up my chances of ever getting laid. I just wanted to have it somewhere my parents would never be caught searching plus it looked sexy, if I was to wear a bikini. I cried because it was painful even it being a small tattoo but Eric gave me kisses when it was done. My skin shivered, my panties felt damp when his wet lips laid a soft kiss on my lower abdomen where my tattoo laid