Spanking Your Man Novels & Stories

" Do you want to sit on my lap?" " Yeah, but not in front of everyone." His brother chuckled and kissed his forehead I guess he got a spanking ohh so embarrassing! Don't ask me how I know their conversation, I'm good at lip-reading So they really use spanking as a way to discipline " Did Dad give you a spanking before?" I asked Marco and Malik in a low tone Grandpa heard me and laughed, " Your father was a softy." " Our father is the greatest father ever." Malik and Marco said at the same time with the same frustration

I didn't even taste his cum he was so deep. The next man wanted to paddle my bottom. He bent me over his lap and pulled my panties down. He moved my cuffs to a higher fastening on my back so my hands wouldn't be in the way and walloped my bottom hard. I thought Master had spanked me hard last night. This man spanked me twice as hard and I was sobbing and crying before he finished. I was still aroused by the spanking and I wondered if I was a bit of pain slut. I'd always felt like a baby before, whining at the smallest ache or pain, but perhaps it only required the accompanying sex to release the slut in me.

I moan and squirm as he handles me. “Do you want to fuck me?” I ask. He opens his eyes and swats my bare bottom. “I told you how I feel about that language,” he says. “Do you want to fuck me?” I ask again. He turns me around. He pushes me against the wall of the shower. “You need discipline,” he says. His hard cock is pressing against me. He begins spanking my bottom hard. It feels so good. I am going to be a brat from now on. I cannot help but moan as he swats my ass over and over.

He lifts up my dress, rubbing my bare ass softly before spanking it. He rubbed my coochie in slow circles that drove me completely wild, like he was prepping for the main deal, which is exactly what he was doing. “Fuck Nova…you’re so…wet,” he growled. His hands found my waist, pushing it down a bit before sliding his manhood inside of me with one deliberate thrust. “Rowan,” I moaned out loud, and then what came after was a spank on my ass. Not to hurt me, but to remind me of what I had done wrong.

“Ten spanks. Then you’ll ride me until I believe you’re sorry.” He pulls out slow, strings of spit connecting us. Uses the ring to haul me up and bend me over the high foot of the bed. My toes barely touch the floor, ass presented, pussy already glistening. The first spank cracks across my right cheek—sharp, perfect sting. “One. Thank you, Daddy.”

Not until I felt a hot slap at the left side of my butt cheek causing me to shriek “Stop it, fuck you!” I swore at him and he hummed, “You do need to be punished better and in a secluded place,” he slapped my butt again and again. Why was it hot? Why does spanking make me wetter than I already am? Damn this man! I wanted to push him away, yet I didn't want to leave his presence. His touch, his cologne, his deep blue eyes that looked deep into my soul, his lips and tongue that drove me totally crazy wouldn't let me push him away.

I spank her again, then take my free arm and plant my forearm firmly across her lower back, preventing her from squirming away from me. "You. Never. Show. My. Men. What's. Mine," I growl, punctuating each word with a spank. The pale skin of her ass is already turning red, and despite the freezing, soaking wet fabric that's engulfed me from head to toe, my cock is showing interest, rapidly stiffening under the pressure of her hips as she continues to squirm. "I'm not yours!" she bites back, kicking one foot helplessly when I spank her again. She lets out a cry of pain and shakes her head. "This is ridiculous, Massimo! You don't get to be mad at me when I fucking caught you..."

I cried out at the sting of the spank, the pain blooming into even more pleasure as he rubbed the spot soothingly before spanking me again. “Please—Daddy, I’m so close,” I begged, my voice hoarse and desperate. “I need to come… please let me come…” Victor spanked me harder, the loud crack echoing through the bedroom as he and Dante started fucking me faster, their thrusts becoming more urgent, more punishing. “Not yet,” he growled, spanking me again. “Hold it. You’re going to come when both your Daddies fill you up at the same time. Understand?”

"And listen to me closely, you do not cum until I tell you to. If you break, I’ll make you regret it." At this point, I would tell he was a man possessed with pure lust. He reached around, his large hands squeezing my breasts with a bruising intensity, pulling at the nipples until I was whimpering and writhing under him. When I tried to move my hips to find a faster rhythm, he delivered a sharp, stinging spank to my ass that echoed through the study. "Stay still," he barked.

He slammed back inside her from behind, even harder than before. “Arch that back,” he ordered, spanking her ass sharply. “Show me how much you need this cock.” Riley obeyed, pushing her ass higher. Mr. Kane fucked her with brutal intensity, one hand fisting her hair while the other delivered stinging spanks to her reddening cheeks. “You’re going to cum again for me,” he demanded. “Right now.” He reached around and rubbed her clit roughly. The combination of his thick cock stretching her, the spanking, and his fingers on her swollen nub sent Riley spiraling. She came hard, screaming his title as her pussy clenched and fluttered around him.