Spanking Older Women Novels & Stories

I said. "Well, in simple terms, older women love young studs with big fat cocks. Single women, married women, MILFs, grandmothers, it doesn't matter... they're the easiest targets, as they're often neglected by their husbands or turned off by the dating pool. And they don't want to date... or to fall in love... they just want to be fucked," Dad explained, sounding like a sex philosopher. "You've fucked grandmothers?" I asked. "Oh yeah, they're often the greatest cock suckers," Dad said.

She whispers through her whimpers. “No ma’am. I don’t know who Marcus is?” “Do you spank?” “What do you mean?” “Marcus gets mad when we don’t obey. Mommy holds while Marcus hits. It hurts us.” “I’ve been spanked before but nothing like what I see on your back. Nothing like that happens here.”

"We went to breakfast while you were hung-over, and you started an argument and walked out leaving us with the kids and the bill." I was angrier than I meant to get, and I pulled out of her and threw her across my lap. I spanked her ass bright red. "Your boys were so mean to my daughter, I had to wonder at how you'd raised them. Then I realized you probably didn't." She moaned as I spanked her and started squirming immediately. "Oww, please stop," she cried, as I smacked her hard, "stop Daddy." The Daddy comment was like a slap in the face. What was I doing spanking a grown woman for her bad behavior. She sobbed when I stopped and pushed her off my lap.

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."

She shrieked and gasped and panted, wiggling around in my lap as I spanked her bottom mercilessly. It wasn't turning me on. Well, not at first. I was just furious with her and felt like I was punishing her and letting out all that frustration and rage that had built up inside me for the past ten years or so. I'd never spanked a woman before, and hadn't even thought about the fact that some people did this for pleasure. I never would have spanked my unspeakable bitch of a sister if I thought it would turn her on.

I continue getting closer to the bed in utter shock that she hasn’t moved yet. “You will move to the chair by the wall.” I growl out from between clenched teeth. To my dismay she’s as stubborn as Cole is terrified. “Do you realize that catching you in the act of assault is punishable by bare bottom spanking?” “You wouldn’t dare do that to an adult, especially a woman.” “Do not underestimate me.”

“I’m not an unruly child you’re going to punish, Milos. I’m a woman—” A hand is around my throat, squeezing in warning. Why the fuck am I so wet? “Act like a woman and I will treat you like one. Swear like a child and have tantrums, and I will spank your ass raw so that every time you sit down for the next few days, you will be reminded of your foolish behavior in order to not repeat it. As badly as the spanking I gave you years ago hurt, I was pulling my strength. Today I will not.” The memory of that long-ago spanking, and what happened after, sends my whole body into aching longing. No, damn it.

"Mmmm...ohhhh...mmmm..." Anna moaned openly as she tried to force more contact. It dawned on me that to her the spanking and nipple torture was akin to loading a gun with bullets and her clit was the trigger. Perhaps, if I offered just a little more connection, she would explode, and it made me wonder whether all women were this way or if it was a condition specific to her. With the thought, I turned to check on Rachel's state and was shocked to see that somehow, in the few minutes I had spent with Anna, the older man had managed to remove his pants and now stood behind my wife with his heavy cock in his hand sliding it along her crack.

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!"

If they were only harassing us for money, I might let them off easily with a black eye,’ Jai thought. He hates men who look down on women and think they are better than women in many ways. Clearly, they had never been beaten up by their grandparents and taught that women had their own grit and wit and could spank them to oblivion. How he missed his grandmother now. He remembered his past with her was not without her spanking his butt. It was one time at night, when he opened up her chicken coop behind the house to play with the chickens. But he ended up releasing them from their coop and his grandparents and he had to spend two hours returning them inside.