Romans & histoires Women Being Spanked By Men

The desk shook with every brutal stroke. Lila cried out in pleasure, pushing her ass back to meet him. “Harder!” she moaned. “Fuck me like my husband never could!” Noah railed her mercilessly, one hand fisting her hair while the other spanked her ass red. “Your husband pays me to work here,” he growled, spanking her again. “And now I’m fucking his beautiful young wife on his own desk. How does that feel, Mrs. Whitaker?” “So good!” she sobbed, legs shaking. “I’m such a bad wife… Don’t stop… Fill me with your cum!”

As soon as the door closed, I knew I was in deep shit. This seemed even more exclusive. About three women were tied in different manners, some to a table, some to a pole. But they all seemed to be there at will. Two men wearing ski masks and shirtless whipped them as they moaned while in the corner, Aiden sat, legs spread apart as a woman knelt in between, her head moving up and down. With the way she moved, I could tell she was sucking him. My cheeks immediately reddened in embarrassment as I looked away when his eyes caught mine.

Lying across the lap of the obvious master and being spanked. There were photos of handcuffs, collars, things identified as floggers of all kinds, something called a spanking bench. And on. And on. Until Shannon didn't think her eyes could open any wider. Other pictures weren't sexual at all, but showed men tenderly feeding their subs, caring for them, and inexplicably those stimulated her just as much. The thing she couldn't get out of her mind was the blissful expression on each woman's face, the ultimate satisfaction.

Some conversation took place between them before he started hitting her again, very rapidly. I winced in sympathy on her behalf even if she looked like she was high on the hits. How could anyone find being spanked like a child in front of other people arousing? That sounded like a recipe for utter humiliation to me. The spanks went on for so long, I turned away from them, something about the way his hands were moving disturbed me a great deal.

"Then I suggest you undress." "What?" Reality had hit home. "I only handle spankings when the mischievous woman is fully naked. And I assure you that you will be receiving punishment on a regular basis." She laughed bitterly. "That means you do this often, your mechanism of keeping obedience within the office?" I was almost shocked by her audacity, but her attitude further fueled the beast dwelling within me. An unforgiving man. Someone who refused to take a back seat. A man searching for the right partner.

He turned her with a swift moment so that she was lying on her stomach and her back was facing him. To make sure she would cooperate, he held unto her hand with his big hands and limited it’s movement by pinning them in top of her head. Then he gave her a good spanking on her butt cheeks constantly reminding her that she was married. On the other side, Felicia was a different shade of red and green, she was really embarrassed to be spanked like a she was a small child who did something wrong and is being punished. Although she was used to getting a slap from her parents once in a while, this actually felt different, instead of pain, she felt pressured instead and she couldn’t even hold her m