Spanking Ladies Novels & Stories

"Wrestling practice? At ba't naman kayo magpapractice ng wrestling sa lugar na yon, miss? You're a woman kaya nakakapagtaka naman kung yon lang ang dahilan nyo." At the mention of 'woman', I can't help but glare at the piggy man na syang nagtanong nito, suddenly wanted to give him a headbutt nang masampolan ko naman ang baboy na'to. "Eh ano naman ngayon kung babae ako? Women are free to do anything they want even doing wrestling, Sir. I could even give you a sample now kung gusto mo. To let everyone know that any gender could do the wrestling." I uttered in between with gritted teeth.

A red hand shaped impression was engraved on the delightful young lady's fair face. Slap! Slap! Slap! Slap! Kelly slapped the young lady over and over. In excess of ten smacks arrived on the young lady's face. One more young lady with Kelly snickered and said, "Enjoy some time off. Allow me to make it happen!" "I'll pound the life out of you, you bitch!" another young lady said. "Remove her garments and take a couple photographs to ship off the school conversation bunch. Allow everybody to perceive how modest she is. I've proactively thought about the title. 'This whore costs fifty dollars every evening,'" Kelly educated them.

“We need to be spanked, Mistress Bousquet. We need to be spanked on the bare ass.” “Yes, on the bare ass, a special spanking to celebrate the birthday of a special girl. I’m going to give you 25 hard slaps on each side. A double dose, because you are such a naughty sex-pot. That’s what you really need. Don’t you agree, Servant Trish?” “Yes, Mistress Bousquet.”

The men degraded them with dark, filthy words. “You’re dripping like a desperate whore for me,” Damien growled at Elena, spanking her hard. “Look at this greedy cunt begging for cock.” Rafael slapped Lila’s ass again. “Such a fiery little slut. Look at you soaking my face.” They edged the women relentlessly — bringing each to the trembling brink with tongues, fingers, and rhythmic spanks, only to pull back and let the cool breeze torment their throbbing, dripping flesh. Desperate whimpers turned into broken pleas.

"Well, I don't think I'm sick, and I wouldn't even say you're like me quite yet. You witnessed something you'd never seen before. It aroused you and you wanted to see what it was like and you maybe didn't hate it as much as you think you should. Actually, I consider the fact you stayed in a verbally and emotionally abusive relationship with a man for over three years to be the sicker than a physical spanking and some sex with a person you like and trust. My personal opinion and maybe I'm the odd one here. Let's put it aside for the moment. Had you ever had sex with a woman before?" "Never." "Do you think lesbians or bisexuals are sick?" "No. Otherwise I guess I couldn't have been friends wit

The woman had a look of submissive acceptance accentuated by her attire, her stockings were laddered where she had obviously been groped and her knickers were stretched between her ankles. Linda could feel her heart racing and her stomach had suddenly flipped over. She could feel a dampness in her knickers that betrayed the fact that her body was extremely turned on, while at the same time her mind was revolted. The woman looked so happy, so abandoned and accepting of her fate Linda found herself wishing that it was her getting spanked whilst choking down that gorgeous cock.

I yelped, writhing, but one hand pinned me flat. “What the fuck?” “Exactly. What the fuck.” His palm cupped my ass. He tugged my panties back down. “I didn’t give you permission to cover up again.” “Fuck off.” I wiggled, testing him. His thighs shifted, locking me down. “Good girls get rewards. Do you know what bad girls get?” A shiver. “What?” “Birthday spankings.” His hand cracked down before I could expect it. I yelped, flailing. Rationally, I knew it wasn’t that hard. I’d been spanked harder. But the context made it feel devastating. “Stop!”

The sound filled the room, mingling with the ticking clock and the faint crackle of the candle, creating a symphony of anticipation. “Skirt up,” James instructed, his voice firm but laced with encouragement. Laura reached back, her fingers fumbling slightly as she pulled the skirt over her hips, revealing black lace panties that hugged her curves. James’s breath caught, his arousal spiking at the sight. He resumed the spanking, the paddle now connecting with the bare skin above her stockings, each smack eliciting a soft gasp from Laura. Her gasps soon turned to moans, her body rocking slightly with each strike, a sign she was fully immersed in the moment.

Kelly say. I can see Eli giving his sister a stern look. “Well, when my mother spanked me, it couldn’t be labeled as good. To her, it meant I had done a bad thing,” I answer. “Yeaahhh, that’s it. Spanking naughty kids. And that is exactly what Mark was doing. Spanking a very bad, bad Emily.” Kelly’s tone changes as she says that, which makes me raise a brow. Why was she sing-speaking? “Exactly. Mark spanked a horrible girl to get information,” Eli says.

Her heart hammered, pussy clenching emptily at the threat, shame twisting into illicit thrill. Liam's dark side unleashed. He flipped her onto her stomach effortlessly, yanking her hips up ass-high, knees spread wide on the rumpled sheets. The first spank landed hard palm cracking her pale cheek, the sting blooming hot fire that made her yelp, skin jiggling. "Count them, wife. And beg for your fantasies." Smack..two, three..each harder, alternating cheeks until they glowed crimson, the heat radiating inward, pussy dripping anew onto the mattress. "Four please, spank me harder! Five tie me up!" He paused, rummaging the nightstand her silk scarf became wrists bound to headboard, tight enough t