Spanking Males Novels & Stories

Amelia says snapping me out of my thoughts. Are you going to spank me? I texted him back replying to his earlier text. He replies instantly, Do you want me to? Does my darling like, to be spanked by Daddy? Fuck. I’d thought daddy kink was weird but fuck me, I’d lie if I said it doesn't turn me on. “Bye.” I texted him as the lecture was about to start. I hurriedly kept the phone aside knowing if I keep looking, I won't be able to study properly.

"Didn't warn you to stay away from Adrian, and yet you didn't listen" he tells me as he spanks me a second time. " Today I had to watch you defy my warning and you even went a little further and let him hold your hands" he continues spanking me, one after the other. Is it weird that I am getting turned on by this? My mind is all over the place and all I can do is feel. His last spank comes close to my pussy making me release a moan.

Not until I felt a hot slap at the left side of my butt cheek causing me to shriek “Stop it, fuck you!” I swore at him and he hummed, “You do need to be punished better and in a secluded place,” he slapped my butt again and again. Why was it hot? Why does spanking make me wetter than I already am? Damn this man! I wanted to push him away, yet I didn't want to leave his presence. His touch, his cologne, his deep blue eyes that looked deep into my soul, his lips and tongue that drove me totally crazy wouldn't let me push him away.

"My turn to finish the job." He flipped me over one last time, hiking my ass into the air for a final round of doggy-style. He was relentless. He hammered into my pussy with a primal fury, his hands coming down hard on my ass. CRACK. CRACK. The sound of the spanks was loud in the quiet suite. "You're a bottomless pit, aren't you?" Malik taunted. "Taking two men while your husband sleeps five feet away." "Yes! Fuck me, Malik! Finish me!"

I cried out at the sting of the spank, the pain blooming into even more pleasure as he rubbed the spot soothingly before spanking me again. “Please—Daddy, I’m so close,” I begged, my voice hoarse and desperate. “I need to come… please let me come…” Victor spanked me harder, the loud crack echoing through the bedroom as he and Dante started fucking me faster, their thrusts becoming more urgent, more punishing. “Not yet,” he growled, spanking me again. “Hold it. You’re going to come when both your Daddies fill you up at the same time. Understand?”

"Well then why don't you lie over my lap and lift up your skirt." I rolled over his knees and looked over at the guys as I pulled the skirt up over my firm round ass. "OK, I am going to spank you now, but I need your help. Daddy sometimes has trouble remembering how many times he has paddled you, so I want you to count out each one up to five." "Yes, daddy." He raised up his right hand and swung it down over my exposed flesh. I yelped "One." Again he swung down, this time on my left cheek. "Two."

Ron turns to her, “What about you? Liked it, didn’t you? Why did you take her in half-naked? You wanted to get fucked, huh?” And slaps her on the tits. Stacey starts whimpering like a puppy. She is nervous, tired, and worried. Ron notices her fear and marches on. Paul, on the other hand, seeing me move forward, takes me by the face, lifts me up to him, and gives me a kiss and then a slap. The two males then say, “Well, show yourselves, right?” "You're always so emancipated, Carol, get busy,” says Ron. Stacey and I stand there, motionless, stunned. Ron grabs me, Paul grabs Stacey and they start spanking us hard. Over our screams, they say they want to see us kiss, that we must never complain.

My ex liked to keep it separate, and it was easier, safer, that way. He feels my body tense, and asks me what’s wrong. I sort through a few variations before finding the right words. “That was great. But I don’t want you punishing me. That’s what Daddy’s for—so it’s not real and I can enjoy the spanking.” I didn’t think he could pull me any closer, but he managed to. “Kaitlyn, sweetheart, you know this isn’t punishment. It’s fun. Sometimes I’d rather just be me, spanking the woman I love.”

It comes out a whimper. “You’ve seen what I can do,” he continues, as if encouraged. “Don’t you want to try it for yourself? Don’t you want me to spank your ass, so you can be a good girl for Daddy?” Never in my life would I have thought I’d be into spanking or Daddy-kink. Yet here I am, squeezing my legs together at the mere mention of it.

I'm still lying on my front. Monster! "My knees are hurting, spank me like this." I irked him. "Move your butts up right now, Butterfly." He growled, spanking my butt hard with the ruler. I felt a stinging pain there and instantly complied by coming on my fours. Fuck! It hurts. He gave four more spanks on my butts with the ruler before dropping it down on the floor. Butts spanking is really a punishment for me because I don't like it that much.