Spanking Bdsm Novels & Stories

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.

She was my prey, subject to my demands. I stood behind her and rubbed her ass. Then I spanked her very hard. She yelled and threw her head up. I spanked her again and again until I was satisfied. “Get on the bed,” I growled fiercely. She got up and turned to the bed. Her eyes widened as she saw the bdsm kit displayed on the bed. She must have had a flashback of the last episode we had in my room. She took two steps backward and shook her head. I grunted, watching her cower.

“Please spank me first, Daddy. Make my ass burn then fuck me hard from behind. I need to feel owned by you.” His large palm came down sharply on my soft rear. The sting made me moan loudly. “Yes, just like that,” I begged. “Spank your naughty girl harder. I deserve this for being such a bad ex-girlfriend.” He spanked me again and again until my skin felt hot and red. The pain turned into delicious heat between my legs.

The simultaneous spanking and fucking continued, the guys ignoring her cries. "Yeah man, give it to her! Fuck her hard!" she heard one of them cheering him on. He laughed and exclaimed, "Look how red her ass is getting! Right on!" Her ass was burning, yet the spanking continued. The cock in her ass wasn't as relentless as the first but she still wasn't enjoying it. He lasted slightly longer than the other and with a loud cry he also came in her ass. He pulled out and she braced herself for the third. She gasped loudly as his lubed cock thrust into her. He was huge! "Oh God!" she cried out loudly, pain searing through her body.

Her eyes grew to the size of saucers, her cheeks turned red but I continued. “—You seem to like those dirty words too.” She set her chocolate drink down, glaring. “You're so annoying. And this conversation was about you NOT me.” “It's just a kink of mine.” She perked up. “So like BDSM?” “Not exactly. Kinda hard to explain that I like to be dominant and spank my partner but not really into BDSM.” Her brows knitted. “That's confusing.”

“But—” “This is your punishment for touching yourself earlier.” He said, giving me another spank. My toes curled and my eyes rolled to the back of my head as my pussy was basically begging for a release. But I didn’t dare to. I could only grip the covers and moan hard as he continued fucking me hard. “Ahhhh….” “Oh my….” “Good girl…” Damien praised, spanking me one more time. At this point, I was literally at the brink of bursting into tears from the force I was using to hold my release.

"I told you I trust you—" "I know. But trust isn't enough for this. I need informed consent." He takes a breath. "I want to introduce you to BDSM. Real BDSM. Not just spanking or dirty talk—actual dominance and submission. Bondage. Sensory deprivation. Power exchange. Things that require you to be completely vulnerable with me." My mouth goes dry. "Okay."

"I think that calls for some funishment." He must have read the sources I gave him on BDSM. I wanted to turn, give him a high five, but I was otherwise occupied. Kiema, her hands still trying to get my dick free of my pants, nodded again. "Yes. I'm afraid it's the only thing that will help me learn new behavior." We all snickered. "Too fucking right, angel. Come out from under those blankets. It's time to take your spankings like a good girl." Ransom pulled at the blankets that hid the rest of her body away from us.

Her breath hitches, and my cock hardens against her, the sensation making my pulse race. Alyssa's eyes well with tears, and I can't ignore the pang of guilt that stabs me in the chest. How can I sit here, watching her cry, and still feel turned on? But then I remind myself that this is for her own good. She needs this—needs us to punish her to correct her behavior, but I also can't deny the way my body responds to her helplessness. God, I'm as fucked up as King and Niko are. I did some reading on BDSM. I know spankings can trigger an emotional release, and I think that's what King's aiming for—he wants to break her down in order to rebuild her after everything that happened today. Honestly,

She closed the door after they entered, and I handed the spreadsheet to Liam, who took it from me. “Liam, read it carefully... Look at everything I marked, especially the section on spanking and the level of force that can be used!” Scarlett said with a hint of anger. “I didn't mark it just for the hell of it; this isn't like the first time when I marked things based on research alone! My mentor is Oliver Higgins, one of the strictest people I’ve ever met, and he's famous in the BDSM community for his rigidity! Do you think my mentor wouldn’t have taught me about pain, punishment, safe words, the difference between SSC and RACK, and their variations? I may not be a fully trained Mistress or