Spanking Older Women Novels & Stories

the beautiful lady asked while smirking at her. "I will give you a punishment so you will not do it again," the older woman answered her. She steps closer to her and slaps her. This time she escapes so she didn't hit her face again. She will not let this woman hit her face again. Even her mom in the real world never hits her and Yesha. "How dare you escape from me!" The older woman range in anger. Her white face suddenly turns red because of the anger she felt for Yassi. "Why should I let myself be slapped by you over and over again? Even my mom wouldn't hit me but you did! And what did I do to make you mad at me like that?"She can't control herself from talking back to a person who's older

“All right! I get it! I’ll never go to a club again!” I stopped spanking, resting my hand on her ass. “Bailey, this isn’t about you going to a club. It’s not even about going to a club that caters to kink.” “It’s not? Then why in the hell are you spanking me?”

Jason lifted her once more and carried her to the other padded table. She realized what the cutouts were for when he arranged her breasts so they hung free though the openings. Alex separated her legs and she felt her ankles being cuffed to wooden extensions. "I have found that spanking is an intense stimulation to prepare the body for other delights. Have you tried it before, Miranda?" She nodded. "Yes, I have." "And did you enjoy it?" She nodded again but she was thinking how much more stimulating it would be with the right man. Someone who saw sex as more than just an exercise. Of course, wasn't that what she'd been doing? So what right did she have to complain?

The three of them went into another world for a couple of minutes as both guys fucked my wife as if their lives depended on it, with Sandra seemingly enjoying every second. “Is that good baby?” Desi grunted, then he spanked her ass– ‘crack’, “do you like it rough?” ‘Crack’ another smack on the other cheek, “I bet you’ve dreamed of getting fucked like this for years?” ‘Crack.’ “Haven’t you?” ‘Crack’, the spanking was getting louder and her cheeks were turning red. Sandra’s breathing was getting shorter and her eyes were nearly popping out of her head as she energetically sucked Kez’s dick while Desi fucked and spanked her.

he says and I’ve no argument there. “She will stay away from him. She has us to keep her on the straight and narrow.” He lowers his voice. “By spanking her every time she does something we disagree with?” “By spanking her every time she deserves it.” “It’s wrong,” he says. “No,” I argue. “It worked. How can that be wrong? The girl is crying out for discipline. She’s crying out for people who’ll stand up to her shit and stay firm through it.” “And that’s us, is it? We’re going to be the ones to do this?”

I couldn't help but marvel at how a woman in her late thirties could be so gullible? “I didn't say it like that,” Teresa shrieked, trying to defend herself. “Will you shut up? You said it like that,” Lydia snarled. The security personnels began to randomly slap and punish the women for a couple of minutes before they stopped. “Why did you both fucking do it?” I barked, tired of the blame game they were playing. If they were men, the would have had most of the body parts dismembered by now.

she cried, refusing to budge. “Are you trying to defy me?” The older woman asked, raising her hand. Before I could stop her, the woman had rained several slaps on her. Forget about her being her mother! She is mine now! “How dare you!” I growled as I took the woman and flung her across the room. She must have broken several bones, but I did not kill her. The younger woman shrinks into hiding as her teeth clatter in fear. “Please, don’t kill me,” the younger girl muttered, shaking all over.

Sabrina moaned, but at the same time she waved her bum back and forth making it clear that she wanted more. You went back to spanking her again, this time swapping back and forth between the cheeks which made her stumble a few times on the count. By the end, her entire ass was a bright, warm pink and she'd gotten another thirteen or so spanks on each cheek, and she'd abandoned trying to correct her 'sirs' from Daddy.

“There’s nothing wrong with kink. You shouldn’t feel shame for having those desires.” “Yes, but…what kind of normal, decent person likes being beaten up?” “Do I beat you up?” I asked, only slightly amused. “You know what I mean.” I smiled and slid off the desk. I crouched in front of her, lifted her hands off the folder, and opened it. “A spanking is not the same as a beating. I don’t use my fists. I will never use my fists on you.” I turned the first page over and showed her. “See?” I traced the finger down my list of hard no’s. “No punching.”

None of my pack ever believed in BDSM, or have any interest in sex clubs, I heard what they said when this club opened. Running fingers through my hair, i watched a woman who was bent over a spanking bench get her ass tanned, her tender white flesh blushed a nice rouge as the man, her Dom, went at her for some misdemeanor. The scene left my cunt creaming, her skin was dark, and it took a lot for her ass to show any hint of red. I knew as I had been told before, finding a man to become my Master or Dom had put me in some bad situations, the men within my pack didn’t believe in taking a hand or cane to woman, let alone punishing her.