Spanking Older Women Novels & Stories

But no, it felt like working here as not just a stripper but their sex slave was the only thing keeping them alive. “And the older women?” I inquired once more, trying to understand how she had sidestepped this question the first time. Princess took a moment to clear her throat, inhaling deeply. She responded honestly, saying, “From what I’ve heard, older women have to work for a certain age before they stop performing out there. If a woman is in her late 40s or in her 50s, she would be taken to certain places. No one knows what becomes of them.”

With trembling lips, she seemed to be muttering something that Arren couldn't hear. "Oh, sweetheart ...." said her grandmother with an annoyed expression and a low voice. Seconds later, suddenly, the grandmother's hand rose into the air. The woman then began to spank Arren's buttocks with weak blows appropriate to her age. “Aww! Grandma! What the hell?!" Arren was shocked, even though she didn't feel any pain at all. “You naughty child!” Her grandmother continued to spank Arren's buttocks, breathing heavily. It was clear that the old woman was angry, however, her strength was no longer as youthful as before.

"With my application." Another spank. Harder this time. Watching her skin turn pink. "You're so damn frustrating, Ms. Summers." She whimpered. The sound going straight to my already aching cock. I spanked her again. Then again. Building a rhythm. Watching her body react. Her hips shifted. Seeking more. Or trying to escape. I couldn't tell. "What's frustrating…” She moaned when I spanked her again. Right on the same spot. "Is finding out about all the obnoxiously attractive women who throw themselves at you."

Her body responded in a way I never expected. The last time I had a girl almost cumming from being spanked was when I was in college, part of a Dom for sluts society. I looked down now and realized I was rock hard, my cock straining painfully against my pants. I hadn’t even noticed it happening during the spanking. This was wrong. She was my stepdaughter, barely eighteen, and I was supposed to be the one in control. “Get it together,” I muttered to myself. I stood up and paced the room, trying to shake the image of her short skirt bunched up, her ass pink from my hand. I couldn’t let this happen again.

“You’re serious.” “Completely.” Smack, smack, smack. “You really think I’m going to let you…hit me?” “Not hit you. Spank you. Big difference. Losing your temper and throwing your boot at me proved you need to learn there are consequences for acting out against me.” Smack, smack, smack. “No. Way. You are fucking delusional.” The continual smack, smack, smack was wearing on her nerves. “I haven’t been spanked since I was about six years old.”

Oscar I wasn't really mad anymore, but she didn't need to know that. I would never touch her in anger. That was a big no-no for a Dom. She'd chosen the wooden paddle and I would need her on her feet, bent over the edge of the bed. The wood was thick and long, kinda like me (hehe), so I wanted to make sure that I got her butt cheeks. The fattiest areas were best for this device. I didn't want to mistakenly hit her back, which I wouldn't, but I wanted to be safe. This was her first punishment and her first real spanking. Twenty licks was a lot too, but I couldn't go easy on her. She put herself in danger by leaving and going to his house, even if he wasn't there.

She let that old man have her for tonight. Frank slammed his dick inside her ass hole. Darla had a dick after a long time. She bounced her butt and took that old dick deeper. "Slut.. A while before you were refusing and crying naively. Now you are taking it in like a whore.." He said, as he fucked her and spanked her butt. Each spank was harder than before. His five fingers were printed on her soft butt. Darla couldn't believe that she became so shameless to let that old man fuck her.

"You, of course. I can't remember the number of times you've been targeted.” I gave a smug smile in response, “It's because your big sister is a famous person in the pack, and my rivals can't endure that.” I replied, and the little brat had the guts to roll her eyes, making me flick her forehead. “What, you don't believe?” “I'm no longer a kid; I am almost eight years old. Stop treating me like a child!” She complained in defiance, pushing out her chest. “Oh,” I drawled, staring down at her with a mischievous smile. “No matter how old you get, I will still continue spanking you whenever I feel like it. Why don't we try it now?”

The woman scoffed, roughly dragging her skirt to the side, so much that the imprint of her panties were now in full view. Janet could tell, Mrs. Kehinde wanted the beating to enter her. Smack!! Janet's eyes widened in horror, the pain ran through her whole body, earning a groan from her lips as she arched her back, is this how painful flogging usually was? The last time she had been beaten was when she entered SS1. But that story was for another day. Her bum was literally throbbing. Smack, smack!! 'Ugh, just shoot me.' Janet cried in her mind, this wasn't how she imagined spanking would feel like after so long. It hurt! Mrs. Kehinde's hands were still gripped tightly on her skirt, making sur

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.