Spanking Your Man Novels & Stories

He sits down, yanking me over his knee, my body trembling as the familiar sense of control slips away. “You’ve been bad, little deer,” he growls, his hand slamming down hard on my ass. I whimper, the sting sharp and immediate. “Changing the locks on the door,” he continues, spanking me again. The sting lingers, heat radiating from my skin. I bite back a whimper as he strikes again. “Closing the curtains, hiding from me so I can't see you sleep,” he growls, each word punctuated by the sharp crack of his hand against my flesh.

This man cannot be saying this, he is literally trying to gaslight me into thinking that how good he is, but I am the one who is not appreciating his efforts "And spanking isn't even that big of a deal." He shrugged. Like it isn't a big deal to force your wife to strip down her pants in front of so many men twice her age and turn her bare bottom deep red and purple. Like it's not a big deal to humiliate your wife in front of the whole family and secretly record her humiliation. It infuriates me that he thinks it's not a big deal. Then what is a big deal? Killing your wife? Finally ending her life! Because I sure am ready to die.

He immediately flipped me onto my stomach like I weighed nothing, yanked my hips up high, and slammed his massive cock balls-deep into my already destroyed asshole in one savage thrust. I screamed into the pillow. Jake started pounding my ass with merciless force — no warmup, no mercy, just pure brutal ownership. His hips crashed violently against my reddened cheeks as he railed my shithole like he was trying to break me permanently. “Take it, you filthy fucking anal whore,” he snarled, spanking my ass hard with every thrust. “This is what you get for prancing around the house in tiny shorts. This tight little shithole is going to be permanently gaping and leaking my cum by the time Mom and

At the end of the day, you're the one who really destroyed him. The moment he finished speaking, Anna slapped him hard across the face.

I can feel him massage my cheeks, readying them for his punishment. "Spread your legs, sweetness. I want to see how fast you get aroused." Jory orders, so I open my legs for all to see. "You will receive twenty spankings, Baby Doll. Are you ready?" Merrick asks as he reaches between my legs briefly. "Yes, Sir. I'm ready for my punishment." "Can you tell me why you are receiving these spankings, Baby Doll?" "Because I was disrespectful, Sir." "Yes, but I also think you need this. You are too on edge, and this will help calm you. It will give you a better mind frame for what we must do."

I ordered, the authority in my voice underscoring the demand for clarity. "I hit a few, only adults, never a child. I haven't taken any unwillingly, and I respect any woman in bed," Frank confessed, his face flushing as he continued. Warriors gathered around, witnessing the unfolding spectacle. "I may seem like a hard man, but I'm not. I like to be dominant, a strong woman to tie me up and give me a swift spanking," he admitted, prompting laughter from those around us. I growled disapprovingly at the display.

His voice dropped to a dangerous rumble, making my stomach clamp. Ruslan Orlov, without a doubt, is the reason why my stomach clamps every now and then. Stilling myself for what was coming, my hands quivered on the sink, waiting patiently for my punishment. “Next time,” Spank! “You should never disobey me,” Spank! “No matter what or where we are,” Spank! “If you do, spanking wouldn't be the next punishment, I swear to fuck.” Spank! By the time he stopped spanking my ass, I felt a stinging pain mixed with pleasure.

he hissed in my ear making my eyes wide open in fear. The man started with hitting her with something I guess paddle making her moan out loudly. I wanted to close my eyes from the disgusting scene but I couldn't because I know he wasn't lying when saying that I will be the next there. I know he can do it easily because of being a insensitive devil he is. The man started spanking her. Making the bed shook and the she keep jerking forward. She was moaning and crying still begging in to fuck her. I felt humiliated and wanted to run away from there. He seriously bought me to a sex club just for a mere punishment. This man is surely maniac.

“This married pussy is so much tighter than I imagined. Your husband has no idea how to fuck you properly, does he?” He started pounding me hard — deep, powerful strokes that made my tits bounce and my moans turn into broken cries. Every thrust slammed against my cervix. The wet, filthy sound of his heavy balls slapping my soaked pussy filled the room. “Tell me,” he growled, spanking my ass hard. “Tell me how much better my cock feels than your husband’s.” “So much better,” I sobbed with pleasure. “Your cock is ruining me— I can’t go back to him after this—”

“You can either stay quiet or get a few more spankings if you keep trying to break free.” I swallow nervously at the explicit threat. “Forget what you think is right or wrong. We’re a couple, but don’t make me jealous for nothing, Lyana. I’ll return the favor with interest. ” He uses his free hand to grip my chin a little tightly. “I’m not a prince, we’re not in a dream, and reality is much more painful than you can imagine.” He pauses, wipes my cheek, then moves his hand down to my breasts and uses his fingers to slowly caress the sensitive skin until my nipple is erect. “I’m going to fuck you because I can’t stand holding back the pain of not knowing what it’s like to be inside you. But ne