Spanking Bdsm Novels & Stories

When the floor show ended, another man took a woman over his knee and spanked her where he sat. It was a type of spanking Tara had never seen. It wasn’t rushed or done in anger. He would slap her butt cheeks and then rub the red spots that formed with a firm hand. She’d cry out and counted each slap. Moaning in delight as he caressed her intimately. She was panting and begging for more. Thrusting her bum up begging for another slap. It was so intimate that Tara had to look away when his hand disappeared between her bare thighs, and she began cooing in delight and thrusting her hips against his hand.

He looked up to meet her angry eyes, felt charged up with the accusation that since meeting her, she had set his mood in many ways and each one was not good. She still didn't know the penalty for herself again, who dared to escape from him. The big hands reached to squeeze her full beautiful breasts to punish for her overweening pride and stubbornness. He thought this way would be better than talking after all. He went back to her breasts again, one hand flicking one of her nipples while using his mouth and tongue sucking and licking another. Stella hurled her feet to kick him but it didn't work and it made his tough body more closer to her, his hardness pressed on her middle.

Brenda screamed, her whole body jerking forward. I gripped her hips like handles and started pounding her mercilessly. Hard, deep and filthy. The loud, wet slap-slap-slap of my balls smacking her clit filled the entire living room. Her juices and cream coated my shaft, dripping down her thighs with every violent thrust. “Take it, you little whore,” I growled, spanking her ass hard. “This is what you get for teasing me for months. This pussy belongs to me now.”

By the third hour, something shifted inside my mind. The fiery ache of the spanking became a dark, steady anchor. Whenever the high-frequency vibration threatened to drag me over the edge, I focused entirely on the sharp, throbbing pain of my bruised skin, using the physical sting to ground my mind, to force my body to stay disciplined. I stared directly into Damian's dark, unwavering eyes, drawing strength from his absolute control, anchoring my breath to the steady rhythm of his voice.

None of my pack ever believed in BDSM, or have any interest in sex clubs, I heard what they said when this club opened. Running fingers through my hair, i watched a woman who was bent over a spanking bench get her ass tanned, her tender white flesh blushed a nice rouge as the man, her Dom, went at her for some misdemeanor. The scene left my cunt creaming, her skin was dark, and it took a lot for her ass to show any hint of red. I knew as I had been told before, finding a man to become my Master or Dom had put me in some bad situations, the men within my pack didn’t believe in taking a hand or cane to woman, let alone punishing her.

I stopped sucking his dick and let my tongue lick his cap before trailing down the length of his shaft. "You keep getting me obssessed with you." He moaned, breathing heavily as well. I resumed sucking his dick feeding him the pleasure that he craved for to the point he grabbed my face in his hand, lifting it up to up to look at him. I began to stroke him instead and enjoyed the expression of pleasure on his face. Angel leaned over me to touch my ass then he spanked both of them hard causing me to whimper. I wriggled from the sting of his spank and he slapped my right ass even more. It was too sweet. I wished we could go bdsm right now but the tools weren't here. I gradually released Angel's

I was just pushing another button to make him even more brutal. He fists my hair, yanking my head back like reins, choking me lightly with his other hand around my throat. "Take it, BDSM is another love language. Milk my dick with that greedy twat." The bed shakes, my tits swinging wildly, nipples scraping the sheets as he fucks me through three shattering orgasms, each one tearing screams from my lungs, splattering all over his thrusting shaft and the mattress. He doesn't stop, edging himself, spanking my clit mid-thrust till I'm a babbling mess. Finally, he lets out a roar, filling me up with another intense release, so thick it spills out around him.

Exerting forceful pain over her and dominating her body, was giving him great sexual pleasure and also subsidies his raging anger which resulted in giving him more control over himself. Whenever he would be angry or restless about something on which he would have no control, he would have her tied up, and fucked her senselessly while biting her, spanking her or pulling her hair or often punished her to humiliate her, which she was enjoying and always excite her for asking for more. During his time with her, he has explore the world of BDSM and has started to master it and would often surprise Stephanie for pushing her limits.

he said coldly. “And how are you planning on doing that?” I retorted. “By spanking your ass” he said seriously. I raised my eyebrows and scoffed sarcastically “Seriously! You’re going to pull a fifty shades of grey kink on me? That’s your idea of punishment!” “Fifty shades of what?” he asked with furrowed eyebrows. Yeah, he’s clearly not into movies, or tv series for that matter. “I meant a BDSM kind of kink” I said levelly.

"Not done yet. Gonna keep you tied and fucked all day." Hours blur— he rebinds me in new positions: on my side, one leg hitched high; doggy with arms pinned behind; even suspended slightly from the headboard for standing fucks. Each time, BDSM amps it: wax drips on my skin (he melts a candle, hot trails on thighs and tits), ice cubes trailed over clamps, vibrator pressed to my clit while he takes my ass. Paddling between rounds, spanking until I'm sobbing, then soothing with his mouth.