Spanking Older Women Novels & Stories

How could he confront me over a woman's baseless accusation, after knowing me for eight years? "But Hannah did fall, didn't she? We both saw it…" His words hit me like a hammer. Smiling, I stepped back to make way for them. "Do you see me as an evil woman now?" Pain was written across his face. "Bella, you'll always be my wife. I shall offer you the most prestigious and revered status."

Master said, "but I'd prefer you didn't. I don't want them used to addressing their betters with familiarity. It might result in their punishment." "What kind of punishments are you talking about? Sit in a corner, time out?" "More like spankings or whippings, Mistress," I replied, "until our asses are red and it's hard to sit down for awhile." "You'd spank or whip your wife?" Sarah asked.

It was hard to think, to breathe. I was twenty-two years old. A grown woman. And yet, I had just been spanked by a thirty-six-year-old man. But really, what right did I have to be surprised? I had crawled to him barely an hour ago, losing what little dignity I had left, all because I’d been so easily seduced. “Do you want to be spanked again?” Alaric asked, his hand still resting on the cheek he’d just smacked, his voice low and dangerously calm.

His wife seemed to be in charge of what was happening and she decided that the teen girl’s pussy should take some punishment. Zoe felt the ball gag being forced back in place and she let out a muffled shriek as she was dragged back to the bed and made to get on her knees. Her head was pushed to the bed and it left her ass sticking up in the air and at the mercy of the couple. The spanking paddle delivered another couple of blows to redden the skin even more and the teen girl moaned as she felt the cock being pushed against her ass cheeks. Mrs. Howard spread them open so that her husband could work his cock between the teen girl’s thighs.

“I know it seems odd for a thirty-five-old woman to wear period panties, but it’s so much easier.” “Baby, don’t give a fuck how old you are. You wear what you want. They’re in the bag?” “Yeah.” “Right. Before we put those on you, we’ve got a punishment to get out of the way.” “A spanking?” she asked. “Not while you’ve got period pain.” That was kind of sweet, but it also made her wonder what she had coming her way. “Oh God, not lines,” she groaned. “Nope.” Hmm. “Corner time?”

“Breeding she-wolves need to feel their mate’s dominance more than anyone else.” The word “spanking” echoes in my mind, almost as if it’s some foreign term from another language. I know exactly what it means, but it seems impossible that I could truly be in this predicament. I’ve known plenty of punishments in my time, but none like this. None from someone who actually cares about me, and none that excite me despite my better judgment.

"NO! Like a rebellious slut! I believe that rebellion isn't OK in our relationship and I will do whatever I can devise in order to prevent it. If we discover that we enjoy some types of punishments we will devise ways for you to let me know that you need to be punished." "You think I might like being spanked?" "I don't know. How long has it been since someone spanked your bare ass?" "I was five or six." "That doesn't count. If you disobey me we may just have to find out how you react to spanking. There are lots of other ways that someone could be punished besides spanking." "Have you punished other women?" "Years ago I was dating a woman who seemed to want to be in a bit of pain to heighten

"But you're not! You're not doing anything wrong," "I know, but it's still hard to convince myself of that. Now, I'm telling you. If a woman wants you to flogger her because she gets off on the pain. Then you are not abusing her. And spankings? Those I've heard are very enjoyable when done correctly." "No! Absolutely not," he said sternly.

“You wouldn’t put me down! You’ve hit me plenty of times—so what if I hit you twice?” His eyes darkened, sharp with a dangerously calm fury. He gripped my jaw, his fingers rough but not painful. “Spanking,” he said slowly, mockery dripping from every syllable, “is a form of sexual suggestion. Is this how you plan to handle our divorce?” My breath caught. Sexual? My cheeks flamed. “That’s ridiculous!” I protested. “You started it! You were spanking me for years—since I was fifteen! How is it discipline when you do it, but something else when I do?”

"Harder. I like a hard spanking. It seems to loosen all the tension built up in my ass after a day of work." I smacked her harder. "Harder still," she said. I whacked her harder. Harder than my own slaves got. "Just a wee bit harder." I did it again. "Perfect," she groaned. It had to be one of the hardest spankings I'd ever administered. I did enjoy laying my hands on her buns. Her cheeks bounced around nicely each time my hand came down. Marcia climaxed after 22 strokes, moaning, her ass arching up like she wanted more.