Spanking Males Novels & Stories

Nova POV. Brattiness is not my thing, my bum stands witness to that, I ended up being punished through the day ending up with a spanking. That was last week, ever since I decided to act like a good puppy, not wanting to have a round two of having all my privilege taken and corner time and a spanking. Spankies should be banned from hell, aren't we in a bad enough place why add another punishment, maybe that's how daddy punishes the souls that end up here.

Adrian stands behind me, his arms wrapping around my waist, his cock pressing against my trembling ass. “Are you ready for us, little mate?” Levi growls, his voice filled with lust. “Yes,” I whisper, my voice shaky with fear and arousal. “I'm ready.” Adrian smacks my ass lightly, sending a bolt of pleasure coursing through me. “We're going to punish you and remind you of your place in our pack, little mate. But don't worry, we'll take care of you.” They each take a turn spanking me, their hands leaving fiery imprints on my skin. I cry out in pain and pleasure, my body pulsing with desire as they continue their punishment.

A man I didn't know anything about, except his first name, was spanking me because my husband wanted him to. But thankfully Xavier seemed to only spank me with the sole purpose of fulfilling a command given by his Pakhan, not to hurt me or deliver pain. And yet, it still hurt because every time his rough palm came down on my arse, it touched the heated and bruised flesh left behind by the paddle my husband used on me. Tears dripped down my cheeks, more from the humiliation than the pain. But pain came too. Quickly. Deeply. And like a sinful caress, settling deep in my core as Kayne took his place to spank me next.

He said, “I am trusting you. If there are any problems, I will spank your bottom so hard that you won’t be able to sit comfortably for a year.” Leslie blushed. She hated it when he brought up her spankings. On the one hand, it hurt when he abused her. On the other hand, though, the spankings fostered sexual energy between them that was undeniable. Thus, her feelings toward this form of punishment were, to say the least, mixed. Finally, she nodded her head and said, “I understand. I will be fine. I promise.”

“Breeding she-wolves need to feel their mate’s dominance more than anyone else.” The word “spanking” echoes in my mind, almost as if it’s some foreign term from another language. I know exactly what it means, but it seems impossible that I could truly be in this predicament. I’ve known plenty of punishments in my time, but none like this. None from someone who actually cares about me, and none that excite me despite my better judgment.

He smirks at me. “That is just how Galdrian males treat our females. We take care of them, we want to hold them close and since we are the leaders in the house we need to discipline our females. Galdrian females can have quite the temper and need help to control that. And besides, I really liked spanking you. You looked so sexy draped over my knee with your ass sticking up.” “That hurt like hell and I never want you to do that again. It was humiliating.” I squirm on his lap because as he said before, I actually got wet from his spanking and aftercare of my butt, and thinking about it arouses me again.

he asks still feeling brave. "A little is someone who goes into a younger headspace, the dominant person would take the daddy or mommy role, taking care of the little giving them rules, making sure they don't get in trouble, punishing them if needed," I say, the last part isn't always fun, well not for the littles while in their little space, but for big boys in bed, spanking could be kind of fun. "You ever...you had a..." he says waving with his hand, he means if I got a little before.

" Do you want to sit on my lap?" " Yeah, but not in front of everyone." His brother chuckled and kissed his forehead I guess he got a spanking ohh so embarrassing! Don't ask me how I know their conversation, I'm good at lip-reading So they really use spanking as a way to discipline " Did Dad give you a spanking before?" I asked Marco and Malik in a low tone Grandpa heard me and laughed, " Your father was a softy." " Our father is the greatest father ever." Malik and Marco said at the same time with the same frustration

“You wouldn’t put me down! You’ve hit me plenty of times—so what if I hit you twice?” His eyes darkened, sharp with a dangerously calm fury. He gripped my jaw, his fingers rough but not painful. “Spanking,” he said slowly, mockery dripping from every syllable, “is a form of sexual suggestion. Is this how you plan to handle our divorce?” My breath caught. Sexual? My cheeks flamed. “That’s ridiculous!” I protested. “You started it! You were spanking me for years—since I was fifteen! How is it discipline when you do it, but something else when I do?”

He murmurs his voice deepening as I swallow eagerly my chest heaving with sinful anticipation. "It does not hurt," I whisper. When he spanks me it burns indeed but it is a kind of burn that has my thirsty pussy instantly moisten and my toes curl. Growing up father had never punished me this way even when I was the naughtiest pup out of all but this male of my mine does so with no hesitation rather he is quite keen to do so, he says it is how the males here correct their females. A pleasureful type of discipline one that I am shamelessly fascinated by.