Spanking Ladies Novels & Stories

She broke the kiss just long enough to spin me around and bend me over the back of the couch. My ass high in the air, barely covered by the thong I was putting on. Lucy’s hand cracked down hard on one cheek, the delicious sting made me yelp. “You want to act like a spoiled little brat?” she hissed, spanking me again, harder. “Then you’ll get treated like one. Spread your legs, Annie.” I was shaking, but not from fear. My pussy was throbbing. “Fuck you,” I gasped, even as I obediently widened my stance.

Feeling surly, she snapped, “Why don’t we get it up to an even ten? But but but but but but.” “Smarty. Lord. I am gonna enjoy the feel of my hand on those soft cheeks. In case you were curious, kitty-cat, that means ten each side, not ten total.” She averted her eyes to the hay-strewn ground. “What’s wrong? Does that scare you?” “Never had a spanking. Not as a kid, definitely not as an adult.” “Never was a bad girl?” “No. I followed the rules and did what I was told.” “Just like me.”

She stuck her tongue out at Sage. In return, Sage thumbed her boob and Raphael grimaced while a wince escaped from Lucas's lips. It was not every day they witnessed girls pinching each other's boobs in a catfight. "How many times I have to tell you in one night that stop pinching my nipples. They are freaking sensitive. Oh God! My nipple hurts, I didn't even get my paycheck yet and now I'm going to land my ass in jail. I shouldn't have agreed to a night out with you. I never thought that I would say this in my life! I would have listened to Maddy's advice." Sage groaned the last part.

“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.

“Do you know where I go on Friday nights, Emily? What I do while you’re here watching my sons like a good girl?” “No, Sir.” “There’s a place, in the City, in San Francisco. It’s called the Hive. It’s a dirty, sleazy place where women who need to be owned for a night go to find men like me. On these Friday nights, Emily, I am spanking other women, beautiful women. I’m tying them up with ropes and chains. I’m forcing them to climax over and over until they can’t speak or walk. And they thank me for it. If they’re truly special and submissive I will let them suck my cock. Now tell me, Emily, what can you offer me that these women can’t?”

Lying across the lap of the obvious master and being spanked. There were photos of handcuffs, collars, things identified as floggers of all kinds, something called a spanking bench. And on. And on. Until Shannon didn't think her eyes could open any wider. Other pictures weren't sexual at all, but showed men tenderly feeding their subs, caring for them, and inexplicably those stimulated her just as much. The thing she couldn't get out of her mind was the blissful expression on each woman's face, the ultimate satisfaction.

" Sir please, it stings ," He slaps my hands and I move them away " Good girl, now continue to thank me as I spank that little ass of yours Spank " t thanks master ," Spank " t t," He spanks harder " I'm starting over " " oh, no " " oh yes " He lands another spank " Thanks, master ," He continued to spank me hard, and I continued to thank him, embarrassed beyond belief, knowing Jada is there watching me get punished. " you've been a good girl, so I'll give you 5 more ,"

Every brutal slap sent pain through me, but it soon melted into pleasure My cunt clenched greedily around her fingers, making squelching sounds that filled the room. I was grinding back like a bitch in heat “Please… Lila… please!” I begged as drool slipped from my lips. She shoved a third finger inside me stretching my tight pussy wide, fucking me while her palm moved against my sore ass again and again. “Please what, you pathetic slut?” She laughed twisting her fingers “Please stop spanking your greedy cunt? Or please ruin you like the needy little pain-whore you really are?”

“They let their little girls play and have fun, and they protect them and keep them safe. And sometimes they have to punish their little girls if they’re naughty.” Punishment. My cock swells, pushing against the fabric of the bedspread. Cynthia’s teasing voice and the three martinis I had earlier are combining into a new kind of intoxication. I close my eyes and spread my feet apart, enjoying the low throb developing between my legs. “Do they spank their bad little girls?” “Yes. They might spank them over their panties, or even spank their bare bottoms if they’re really bad. Is that what you want to do, Xavier? Do you want to spank a bad little girl who needs to be punished?”

"Oh yeah, could we? That was the best sex ever, for sure. I never would have thought I'd be some kind of butt slut anal whore, but Mr. Canon's been teaching me so much about sex and sexuality. What's your favorite thing to do with him?" I looked to Tabitha curiously. She blushed -- an impressive deception, if it was that -- and took a moment before mumbling, "Um, he sort of gave me a... spanking fetish?" "Oh my gosh, hashtag spanking, hashtag schoolgirl, hashtag petite -- you guys are like a walking fetish video. That's so cool!" "How is spanking any different from the anal sex thing? Aren't we both walking fetishes?"