Spanking Older Women Novels & Stories

Cindy quickly jumped, "I think we'll stick with the light stuff such as some Doms can make the sub give them a massage while the sub is naked. Or they can be given simple tasks that they have to perform while naked." Cara nodded, "oh." She said nothing more. Her lack of reaction irked Jason to the bone. His fists tightened annoyed by the fact that nothing seem to impress Cara. "Another example is spanking." Vincent spoke up. Cara leaned forward to look at him. "Spanking? Like a pow pow for a kid?" She questioned. Jason wanted to laugh at her choice of words. "Yes, but with adults." Cindy pointed. "Some Doms often like it when the girl lies across their lap, and counts the spanks. Other Doms

She was just as pissed off as I was. “You’ll see.” I threatened, not sure what I would do yet. I walked away without so much of a glance. If she brought that attitude with her tonight, I’d find a way to punish her. The first thing that came to mind was spanking her, which made me roll my eyes at myself. Spanking a woman is hardly a punishment for either party and always leads to sex. If she had proof of my handprint on her ass, that contract would be broken in no time, and I’d have to pay up without getting anything out of it.

She’d never… but the idea of him deciding it, of the die commanding it… “Yes. Acceptable as a future category.” “Category Five. Discipline.” His gaze sharpened. “Impact play. Spanking, flogging, paddling. For sensation, for correction within the game’s narrative, or simply because the roll demands it. Not for punishment in the emotional sense. For the experience of endurance and release.” Millie’s pulse throbbed in her throat. She’d never been spanked, not even as a child. The idea of his large hand connecting with her bare flesh, of stinging pain melting into warmth… “Limits?”

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 replied in a muffled voice, burying my face in my arms, overwhelmed by the mix of emotions from what he was doing. "Eighteen." He started counting and continued hitting my buttocks. "Ah!" I let out a cry. I didn't want to hear myself making such lewd sounds, so I quickly bit my arm! "Nineteen." Fuck! The hits were getting harder and more painful! I could feel the area turning red. With each strike, a different kind of electricity surged through various parts of my body, sending shivers down my spine. I had experienced being spanked by my mother when I was a child, but to be spanked now as an adult, I didn't know what to feel!

“Stop it! Stop it this instant!” After seeing her struggle and the look on her face that seemed to say ‘Who gave you the right to spank me’, Sean’s suppressed rage started flaring up again. There was coldness between his brows. “Will you dare do something like that again?” Suddenly, Jane found this entire ordeal extremely absurd. Only disobedient children would get spanked on their buttocks, no? After parents spanked their child on the buttocks, they would then seize the wailing child and ask them if they would dare commit the same mistakes again.

"Do you think I wouldn't dare?" "I never once thought you wouldn't dare. I'm just suggesting what to do when the baby cries non-stop. Sometimes a spanking works wonders." Paige glared at Chris again, wondering if she could really bring herself to do it to such a small child. Chris watched Paige as she struggled with the idea of spanking and shook his head. "Indulgent mothers often spoil their children." "How am I indulgent?!" Paige exclaimed. "It’s just that he’s still so young.”

"Well, I don't think I'm sick, and I wouldn't even say you're like me quite yet. You witnessed something you'd never seen before. It aroused you and you wanted to see what it was like and you maybe didn't hate it as much as you think you should. Actually, I consider the fact you stayed in a verbally and emotionally abusive relationship with a man for over three years to be the sicker than a physical spanking and some sex with a person you like and trust. My personal opinion and maybe I'm the odd one here. Let's put it aside for the moment. Had you ever had sex with a woman before?" "Never." "Do you think lesbians or bisexuals are sick?" "No. Otherwise I guess I couldn't have been friends wit

"You're never going to be anything but disobedient. You will always need stern punishment and hard fucking." The vision of her draped over my lap, her reddened bottom on display for all the world to see as I spanked her, discipling the disobedient woman was almost too much. My balls swelled, screaming for relief. I could almost feel the sting in my hand from the intensity of her spanking, one hard smack coming after the other in rapid succession. I could see the way her face twisted in a combination of pleasure and pain as he body wiggled, trying desperately to keep her position.

I'm smiling, but it looks like I've done it again. "Is that what this is about?" she clamors, pulling back from the table, her tits bouncing as she fumes. "You got the taste of an older woman who needed your attention to make her feel young and now you're out to offer your services to other despondent older women? Well, mister, this is one older woman who doesn't need your mercy fuck!" She's starting to stand up again.