Spanking Males Novels & Stories

It went all over her branded handbags and ruined everything beyond repair. That was one memory he wouldn’t ever forget. His parents never laid hands on him apart from that incident, and Joe wasn’t into spanking when he was with Mike. Now, the idea of getting spanked felt different. Sure, if spanking himself could keep the pleasure at bay and return some of his sanity during the calibration, he would do it.

It was hot in the same spot. "Who are you calling little?" He seemed angry. I should be scared, there was a man twice my size who could easily take advantage of me behind me. Nah, my brain wasn't wired to be scared of him, like I knew he would not do anything to make me scared. It was dumb, but that's how I felt. "Who else is here..." He spanked me before I could finish my statement. Little preek?! Mikhail continued spanking me on the same spot. The pain mixed with the sparks gave me a sick sense of pleasure. My stomach grew warm, and I could feel my juices rush down.

“I imagined… you bending me over the kitchen counter… and fucking me while I made breakfast.” Another smack landed after another. “Three… four… I thought about your cock… how big it felt against me last night. I wondered what it would feel like inside me.” The confession spilled out of me between gasps and whimpers as the spanking continued. Marcus’s breathing grew heavier. By the tenth smack, my legs were shaking, my pussy dripping down my inner thighs in clear, shiny trails. Marcus stopped and slid two thick fingers through my folds from behind, gathering my wetness. “Such a honest little slut for your stepfather,” he growled. “This cunt is weeping for me.”

He spanked me again, again, again, each blow driving me higher, my pussy spasming around that massive cock, sucking him in deeper, refusing to let go. “Daddy… Daddy… Daddy…” I screamed it, over and over, voice shattering as he fucked me raw, breasts bruised in his grip, ass blazing red, pussy stuffed so full I saw stars. I came undone around him, walls clamping down hard, gushing, milking his cock in violent waves while he kept thrusting, kept spanking, kept squeezing, refusing to let me come down. And still I begged. “Daddy.” He flipped me like I weighed nothing, spun me around until my back slammed against the cold, sticky bar top.

My cock throbbed harder with every slap. “I thought my daddy was so strong…” I gasped between blows. “But these spanks are so soft.” Marcus growled low in his throat. “Oh? You want harder? I’ll give you harder.” The next strike cracked across my right cheek—sharp, searing. I gasped, back bowing, cock jerking against his thigh. “Yessssssss.” “I see you need a firm hand to keep you in line,” he said. I yelped, then moaned. My ass was on fire now. “Yesss, Daddy. Punish me.”

I want it so bad that I’m distracted from his words. “Spanks?” I ask with some confusion. I haven’t been spanked since I was a little girl, and certainly never by someone not my parents. That was always a childish punishment thing. So why does the thought of him spanking me turn me on? That hand of his strokes over the round part of my rear, and it’s done so softly, so tenderly, but it feels like such a tingling tease of what he’s saying.

Yeah, yeah. I know you want to get to the part where I have sex with Jackson but it’s important that I go through things how they happen. I’ll be quick, though. See, that spanking is a really significant thing because it changes everything for me. I mean, sure, some of that has to do with the simple fact that I now understand there are consequences but that’s not the sum total. I mean, I also can just stop at any time.

I almost made it, until I felt strong arms pull me up from the waist back. "I didn't want to do this, but you are in need of a good punishment" he says, wait what! A punishment he got no right to punish me, thinking back at his programs, the dominant boyfriend one, that one includes some light spanking and foreplay but that's only meant for pleasure. The nanny program also had the right to punish, but that depends on the age of the child and parents' orders, I never gave him orders to punish me.

But that wouldn’t be much of a punishment. The slacks he wore earlier were back on, along with his collared shirt. Even in the middle of the night, he refused to let his men see him at anything less than his best. He pulled his belt out of the loops of his pants then bent it in half. He pulled on the ends and made it snap together, causing a loud clap. “I’m going to punish you for what you’ve done. I’m going to spank you ten times and turn your ass red in reparations. So climb on the bed, ass in the air.” He was going to spank me like a child? “That’s it?”

My cock sprang free, slapping against my stomach. “Look at you,” he rasped, smearing the pre-cum over my tip with his thumb. “Leaking like a fucking faucet.” I bucked into his hand. SMACK. His palm cracked across my ass and I yelped, the sting blooming into heat. “Quiet,” he hissed, spanking me again. “You want the whole choir hearing how much of a slut you are for Daddy’s cock?” I shook my head, biting my lip. “No—please—just you—”