Spanking Ladies Novels & Stories

She asked, anger clearly visible in her voice. "No. Spanking is not a punishment for you, I know you enjoyed it then. You are as kinky as I am, Little one." She took it as an insult. "I am not kinky!" She defended herself as if being that was a bad thing. Liam pushed her closer, she fell on his chest, her long golden locks splattered on the pillow around him. "There is nothing bad about being kinky, little one. And I am not saying you are into BDSM. Everyone has some kind of kink, you liked spanking. Some like it the extreme way, some are into soft vanilla things. You like some aspects of it and it keeps things spicy in relationships.

“I’m going to devour you, princess. But you’re not allowed to come.” I waited for the pout before smirking. “I thought things would be different now, but it seems I’m still your sex slave.” “Would you rather I hired another?” “Don’t you dare! It’s not a paid position anyway,” she fumed. “Ever the accountant,” I said, flipping her over and squeezing the globes of her ass. “Count for me, backwards from ten. If you mess up, I start over.” The spanking ended up being thirty. Her butt cheeks were bright red and I knew the friction from the couch cushion wouldn’t have allowed her arousal to diminish. In fact, I could still smell the pheromones.

Jacob blurted and cringed inwardly at his lack of finesse. "Thank you," she murmured, her cheeks turning a delightful shade of pink again. God, he was blubbering the way he had when he'd had his first tumble. Besides, it was not like he was going to ravish her. It was clear that she was innocent and Jacob liked to keep the untouched maids at bay. Still, he was having a damned hard time resisting her, she was far too alluring for her own good. From her clothes, it was clear that she was a Lady.

Inside, I can see a bunch of other ladies in the navy in that chamber all in white bonnets; the mamas of our town. "C'mon dear, come in, don't be afraid," summoned one of the mamas in the room, the oldest one, Madam Anne. "Come closer, take off your clothes, dear, don't be afraid, we are here to help you..." she was waving her hand, signaling me to come closer, as you would to a frightened animal, hiding under the bed. And 'Afraid' was the word that she used instead of 'shy.' I thought to myself maybe she uses that word because she knew after that night, there was nothing left to be shy of, but then I thought again: I must have been overthinking it, maybe I simply look frightened.

I pause for a brief moment, yet I continue, "I don't want him to come out as crazy as you." "Clayton!" From both sides, I hear the two women that I am going to spend the rest of my damn life echoing to every crack and crevice and corner. Betty is the first, "You are not too old for a good spanking." Well, that thought just puts a horrible taste in my mouth and an image that I wish was never, then from the very close left side of me, Isabella, "I am going to snap your head until it spins. You are not too old for a spanking."

I clarified liking this already looking from Lauren to Cora who was wishing I'd do her a favor with her pleading eyes. “I’ll put a wager to spice it up, that you’d cum from being spanked. The loser will be the three hole slut for the whole of tomorrow for anyone in this house.” Lauren said with such a confidence that got me even scared myself, I knew spanking was a thing but I’d never heard that people cum from being spanked.

"But you're not! You're not doing anything wrong," "I know, but it's still hard to convince myself of that. Now, I'm telling you. If a woman wants you to flogger her because she gets off on the pain. Then you are not abusing her. And spankings? Those I've heard are very enjoyable when done correctly." "No! Absolutely not," he said sternly.

I ordered, spanking her cheeks hard—left, right, alternating until they glowed crimson, the handprints blooming like brands. She complied with a whimper, pushing her ass higher, her face buried in the couch cushions. "Spank me more, Alexander—punish me for being late today, for making you wait!" she pleaded, her voice muffled but desperate. I smirked, the memory of her tardiness fueling my strikes. Each slap echoed like a gunshot, her skin jiggling, her cries growing louder. "Yes! Harder—make it sting! I'm sorry, sir—I'll never be late again!"

spank Come on baby say you're mine. I increased the thrust of my fingers. “fuck.. Vel… say you're mine.” Spank… I slapped her ass ten times, her buttocks turned red as my palm print appeared on it. “Fine, I'm yours. I'm yours only when we are indoors but when we are outside I'm just your best friend's daughter.” Spank…. I splanked her ten more times, angered by her words. I resumed fingering her.

The lady in front of him was fucking her pussy with a dildo and more than three fingers; slapping her folds mercilessly. With his dick in his hands, his eyes watching her, he must be thinking what a sinful slut she was. And how much she loved it. He enjoyed the view of her soaking wet and rounded ass on the dildo. He walked over to her and spanked her just the way she deserved it. Even as he finished coming, he continued to spank her till she was coming and moaning. Even begging and crying. What an eyeful everything was. The males made guttural moans as their but clenched and unclenched as they slutted out their partners. And the females have mouthfuls of cocks. Even with their mouth full, t