روايات وقصص ضمن Spanking Older Women

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."

"Not bad. The longer you're married, the harder it becomes, I think. There's a certain amount of comfort in the known and predictable. I know everything about him - how he reads the newspaper, how he likes his food prepared, the way he leaves his socks stuffed in his shoes at night, how loud he snores. And he's been a good husband except for this one issue the last five years. Plus, I've reached an age where I wonder if anyone would want an old lady..." "You're not that old," I interrupted. "You're still attractive and intelligent. I'm sure someone would be happy to have you." "We'll know how eager someone is to fuck an older woman when you sell me on the slave block, won't we. If I'm fortun

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.

Evidence to say that word. "But I'm already an adult, am not a child that needs to be spanked," she argued, she looked like she couldn't believe him. Not for Once! "What if I told you that adults could be spanked too?" His words made Rose's jaw instantly fall. She couldn't imagine being spanked at her very age. "Really?" She gasped, looking at him in disbelief. Mr. Evidence, sexily nodded at her, waiting in anticipation to see her next reaction after hearing the kind of punishment she would receive.