Spanking Ladies Novels & Stories

the Evander guy had said out of concern. ‘…fragile and defenseless, huh? Yet again, he insulted womanhood. What makes this man thinks he can have the right to label entirety of women as such? We might be physically weaker than men, we got greater skills and talents in other fields as well as much as men do.’ The young lady could feel her blood boiling on thought of how this man was belittling her species. And she could stand it, no more. “Enough with the talking! If you were to continuously look down on women, you better not look at my way for I am a firm example that will prove your much- dear twisted thinking erroneous,” she bravely fired back and mounted on her horse.

I could feel Arthur's body tense up beside me even before I saw his facial expression turn angry. "Certain members can choose Lady from the outside," said Jack, showing off his silver-framed name tag. "Ah, because you failed to find a big opportunity, so you took advantage of such a small gap, that's right, Lady?" I replied, "And, Mr. Jack… indirectly you are enslaved by women, right?" "You-" As soon as Jack pointed, Arthur twisted his hand and winced. "BRO-STOP--!" "Wow, you're an interesting bitch," Theresa murmured as she finally stood close enough to speak directly to me. Her eyes swept over me from head to toe, then settled on my face with undisguised appraisal. "I guess you're not a we

If these were the same people who'd been at the lawn chat, they'd let their hair down. Most of the women wore bikinis or micro dresses that didn't leave a lot to the imagination. Larry's two friends from earlier were there, each with an arm draped around a nubile companion. One girl who couldn't be much over eighteen was currently displaying her ability to do the splits on the dining table. "They did say that Creedites tend to do things in excess," she said. "I'll say," Max muttered. He opened the door and her thoughts were drowned out by the throbbing music. She grit her teeth and let Max lead her into the fray.

“I know it seems odd for a thirty-five-old woman to wear period panties, but it’s so much easier.” “Baby, don’t give a fuck how old you are. You wear what you want. They’re in the bag?” “Yeah.” “Right. Before we put those on you, we’ve got a punishment to get out of the way.” “A spanking?” she asked. “Not while you’ve got period pain.” That was kind of sweet, but it also made her wonder what she had coming her way. “Oh God, not lines,” she groaned. “Nope.” Hmm. “Corner time?”

Dylan ignored everyone else as he approached, stopping in front of me and looking down at me as if I were beneath him. "What right do you have to stay here?" His tone was icy. "Every dollar this company makes is from people working themselves to the brink, except you. You rely on your looks and body to secure deals. It's pathetic." He laughed bitterly. "We've been married all these years, and somehow I never realized what kind of woman you really are." Then, he pulled out a stack of photos from his pocket and slapped them in front of my face. The pictures spilled across the floor, showing me with various men—walking beside them or drinking together.

I was floating in a sea of overwhelming sensation. Every thrust sent sparks through my entire nervous system. My tits were slapped and pinched. My ass was spanked red. Filthy words rained down on me constantly. “Such a dirty little gangbang princess.” “Look at her taking four cocks while her boyfriend watches.” “She’s going to be ruined for days after this.” Liam’s breathing grew heavier as he stroked himself faster. “Cum for them again, baby. Show Daddy how much you love being our shared whore.” I came again, harder than before,

she gasped, pushing back against me. I spanked her right ass cheek hard, the sharp crack ringing out over the water. Her flesh jiggled deliciously, turning a pretty pink almost instantly. I alternated between cheeks, spanking her in a steady rhythm. Elena pushed back onto my cock eagerly, meeting every powerful thrust with equal fervor. “Spank me more! I’ve been such a bad mommy letting my son’s best friend breed me like this,” she whimpered, her voice breaking with pleasure.

Sabrina moaned, but at the same time she waved her bum back and forth making it clear that she wanted more. You went back to spanking her again, this time swapping back and forth between the cheeks which made her stumble a few times on the count. By the end, her entire ass was a bright, warm pink and she'd gotten another thirteen or so spanks on each cheek, and she'd abandoned trying to correct her 'sirs' from Daddy.

"With my application." Another spank. Harder this time. Watching her skin turn pink. "You're so damn frustrating, Ms. Summers." She whimpered. The sound going straight to my already aching cock. I spanked her again. Then again. Building a rhythm. Watching her body react. Her hips shifted. Seeking more. Or trying to escape. I couldn't tell. "What's frustrating…” She moaned when I spanked her again. Right on the same spot. "Is finding out about all the obnoxiously attractive women who throw themselves at you."

“All right! I get it! I’ll never go to a club again!” I stopped spanking, resting my hand on her ass. “Bailey, this isn’t about you going to a club. It’s not even about going to a club that caters to kink.” “It’s not? Then why in the hell are you spanking me?”