Women Being Spanked By Men Novels & Stories

Most were shirtless or simply covered their nipples with X’s made of black tape. One woman wearing a purple bustier that brimmed with her large breasts, stroked the belly of another with a soft leather whip. She dragged the black leather ribbons across the woman’s skin then alternately flicked it. The recipient arched her back over a chair, and appeared to enormously enjoy the beating, though her flesh had turned bright red. The pair conjured images of the bondage websites I’d seen, and heat grew between my legs. I fingered the diamond collar around my neck.

, “I can bet it's only a stud or one inch when it's relaxed.” The bound men were badly ridiculed by both the men and women. Some of them tried to resist and shook too hard to get free, causing the frame to shake and Anna's whip lashing against their bare buttocks. Some of them found the whipping pleasurable while others were terrified by it.

I slapped her ass again, but was surprised to see how soft and shapely her cheeks were. "Is this how you treat women?" she gasped. "It's no wonder you never—" I cut her off by spanking her—hard—three more times in rapid succession. Those pale, curvy cheeks reddened nicely after just a couple good swats apiece. She trembled and panted, turning to stare at me in disbelief. Her wide-open eyes made me feel like I had already earned some measure of revenge, but she had to open her mouth and piss me off again.

“Not in the conventional sense, as if any of it is conventional. It is more of a control issue than being dominant; however, I guess it is one in the same. I’ve told you both times I did it I did not want to spank you. Spanking a woman’s ass adds a heightened layer to pleasure as pain is the same thing to the brain as pleasure. Punishment is nothing I have done in the past because I was not with a woman long enough for me to give a shit enough to correct her behavior if she did something I didn’t like. I simply never saw her again.” He frowns. “This marriage is it. Forever. You belong to me. Only death will free you from me, and if you go before me I’ll follow you into heaven or hell.” The w

Ron turns to her, “What about you? Liked it, didn’t you? Why did you take her in half-naked? You wanted to get fucked, huh?” And slaps her on the tits. Stacey starts whimpering like a puppy. She is nervous, tired, and worried. Ron notices her fear and marches on. Paul, on the other hand, seeing me move forward, takes me by the face, lifts me up to him, and gives me a kiss and then a slap. The two males then say, “Well, show yourselves, right?” "You're always so emancipated, Carol, get busy,” says Ron. Stacey and I stand there, motionless, stunned. Ron grabs me, Paul grabs Stacey and they start spanking us hard. Over our screams, they say they want to see us kiss, that we must never complain.

She said pleadingly and shortly after a punch landed on her face from one of the men, she saw black dots shortly. “Hey!” Matt cautioned him. “We’re not barbarians, we don’t hit women like that.” He explained and signaled them. Two of the men walked towards the car and got out ten canes, to be used on Jennifer. She started bawling immediately when she saw the canes. They laid her flat on the floor, her wrists and ankles still bound before they thrashed her properly with the cane all over her body till the canes broke. They took the next round and did the same, ignoring her screams and pleas as they taught her a lesson.

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.

I had desires, but I never dared indulge them anywhere except with Edward. But that night on the bus, I finally let myself go. By the end of it, I had climaxed four separate times, and every one of them left me completely wrung out. I lay limp across the seat, staring at the mess beneath me, and shamefully enough, a strange sense of satisfaction crept in. Afterward, Wilson and the others got dressed, cleaned me up, and untied me. "We're here," Wilson said. "The site's full of men, and some of them haven't touched a woman in years. If they see you alone, who knows what they'll do? Stay close to us, and don't wander off."

"We'll disappear once we get the money. He'll never find us." Then, she kicked me in the stomach. Pain exploded through me. I curled over with a sharp gasp as cold sweat poured down my face. A little later, Dylan returned with a grim expression on his face. When he looked at Vanessa, his eyes showed obvious irritation. He snapped, "Are you done? She's my wife. What kind of coward beats a defenseless woman?" Vanessa stared at him in disbelief. Dylan completely ignored her. He crouched before me and started fumbling with the ropes, his hands trembling.

“You don’t get one break tonight.” They turned it into a severe gangbang-style punishment. Both men used her relentlessly in every hole. Ryan fucked her pussy while Marcus took her ass, the double penetration made more intense by the wand still taped to her clit and the weights swinging with every thrust. They forced orgasm after orgasm out of her squirting, screaming, convulsing while spanking her red ass and choking her with the collar chain. The wand buzzed mercilessly against her swollen clit, pushing her over and over. “Count them,” Ryan ordered, slamming deep into her soaked heat.