Women Being Spanked By Men Novels & Stories

“A defiant one, is it?” “Do you want to know what we do to defiant girls, darling?” Her smile was so serene, but I knew there was a demon living inside of her. She looked at one of the girls, and she came forward, four other men coming too, as the girl stretched her hand. “It’s not rape, but these four men would make you feel real good. How does it feel to get double penetration in a hole, spanked so hard, chains pulling you till you burst out on a four-poster bed, darling…” I don’t know how a knife got into her hands. She trailed it slightly along the girl’s neck until a cut became evident on the girl’s neck, who smiled before walking away with the other guys.

I had felt furious in my life but never once had I ever felt this intensity level before. It was a large room that had ten different cells in it, each with two cots. Every cot was accounted for. Most of the women had some sort of chained restraints. A couple of them didn’t look any older than Daph was, which only served to turn up the dial of my fury. Two of the women were being whipped. Blood flowed freely from wounds on their bare backs. There were plenty of scars that could be seen underneath the blood splatter, telling us that this wasn’t the first time that it had happened.

And again. "What do you want, Tart? Tell us." Selby's cock brushed her nose. "Your cock! I want you to fuck me." Again, he spanked her, and she fell forward into Selby's crotch, her face buried in his lap. She could feel tears in her eyes, but she wanted more. She couldn't believe what was happening. Another man spanked her in front of her husband, and she begged for it. "Please, fuck me. Please! Fuck me!"

"It's not that; I do love having babies, it's just… it's been a while since I've had a good spanking." There was a lot of hooting and hollering followed by a chorus of agreement from the other women, and that's when I turned the screen off. "For f*ck sake!" The other men in the room started laughing their idiot heads off like they hadn't heard their women jumping on the bandwagon with my nut. "You turned it off too soon; listen to this." Mancini turned the volume up on the audio in the room I'd just been spying on. "You think they're gone?" I wasn't sure whose woman that was, but from the way Connor grunted, I figure it was his.

My wife was the kind of woman who was up for anything in bed, even things I wouldn’t have dared try, like sex with more than one person. I never thought I’d have to turn into a sexual beast to satisfy a woman enough to keep her from wanting another man’s cock. But that’s exactly what was happening. I spread her ass and gave her a long, deliberate rimjob, savoring her most intimate taste. Olivia’s moan made my cock harden, eager to claim its favorite place inside her. I spanked her ass, and she turned her head toward me with a wicked smile, begging for more. The second spank was harder, and I expected her to complain. Instead, her voice was provocative:

"Once I was punishing her with a paddle when a delivery person arrived. I made her get up and answer the door. She was crying and the delivery man asked her what was wrong and she explained she was being punished and asked him to touch her ass and see how warm it was. Then I invited him in to witness the balance of her punishment, about eight or nine strokes with the paddle. Of course he stood close to witness it and I pointed out to him how wet her cunt was. I gave her all but the last stroke and told him to touch her. As soon as he did, she climaxed. Since I didn't say anything to stop him, he pushed his fingers in her and finger fucked her. She climaxed several times while he did it, even

The chamber was chaos now. One man lifted his woman onto the table, spreading her wide, pounding into her with grunts that matched her screams. Another bent his woman over, gripping her hips, driving into her until her loud screaming voice cracked. Another thrust into his woman in missionary, pinning her wrists above her head as he fucked her mercilessly, each stroke shaking the table. Faces were fucked hard, masks tilted slightly back as women gagged and moaned around thick cocks, drool slicking their chins as their hair was pulled, heads forced down.

“About my colleagues knowing what a whore I am. About my husband finding out I let the office destroy me…” Lena grabbed her hair and forced her back down, riding her face roughly. I slammed into her ass, the pressure building in my balls. It was all insane, Mara’s body jerking between us, her tits bouncing, Lena’s ass smothering her, my cock stretching her tightest hole while Jamal wrecked her pussy. “More,” I snarled, spanking her ass hard. “Tell us what you’re risking.”

Let's see how embarrassed getting a spanking in public makes you. The punishment only lasted a few minutes, but the policewoman struck hard with crisp, loud smacks. The blows landed in quick succession, administered by a woman who had spent her life working out. Maybe it was just an informal hand spanking instead of a whipping, but the force of the blows and the sharp pain from the slaps made Trish feel as though she were being hit with a paddle.

I approached her, tearing her tiny dress apart. “Yes!! Please…” She moaned loudly as I grabbed her breasts, leaving tiny bites on her nipples. “Fuck me!” she shouted. I grabbed her neck, forced her back onto me, and spanked her hard. She moaned again. “Say my name! Who’s fucking you, Sab?!” “Ethan! Fuck me, please Ethan!!” I thrust hard, punishing her for hurting me. I wanted her to feel the pain I endured. Slapping her and grabbing her neck wasn’t enough. The emptiness no one could fill lingered.