Women Being Spanked By Men Novels & Stories

She wears a thong and when she turns, I can see her entire ass he spanks her leaving a red handprint on her butt cheek and he tells her where to go. He goes to each girl and puts them where he wants them. One of the girls were hog tied, another with her hands handcuffed to the bedframe, another in the swing in the middle of the room, and the last one over by a pole and as the music turns on, she begins to dance. Mr. Black looks over the room with a smile on his face as he opens the door and allows some men to fill the room. My eyes widen as I watch the men start to undress and go to different women. I’m shocked when sometimes three men will go to one woman. What are they supposed to do with

I sigh as a bit of relief comes to me and I lay on the bank with my face close by the water, should I need to dip again. Movement catches my attention, and I snap up onto my fours and watch the reflection of a group in the water. I roll my eyes up to meet them. Several males, and double the number of females watch me. These wolves are much bigger in stature, and have much more weight than I. Even the females are sleek and healthy with strong bodies and round curves. Something I've lost much of in my journey. I would do well to handle one female alone, there's no chance of me surviving this group.

Cindy quickly jumped, "I think we'll stick with the light stuff such as some Doms can make the sub give them a massage while the sub is naked. Or they can be given simple tasks that they have to perform while naked." Cara nodded, "oh." She said nothing more. Her lack of reaction irked Jason to the bone. His fists tightened annoyed by the fact that nothing seem to impress Cara. "Another example is spanking." Vincent spoke up. Cara leaned forward to look at him. "Spanking? Like a pow pow for a kid?" She questioned. Jason wanted to laugh at her choice of words. "Yes, but with adults." Cindy pointed. "Some Doms often like it when the girl lies across their lap, and counts the spanks. Other Doms

To make a point, she poked her tongue out at me, revealing the round, full stud adorning the soft flesh. My heart jolted. In all my 50 years, I'd never experienced what it felt like to be licked by a woman with a tongue piercing. I reckoned Francine could coax my soul out of my body if she ran that pierced tongue along my shaft. The other three women closed in with feline grace, surrounding me. I watched as they stripped. "Come on, Mr. Warden, help us out. We've been pent up for too long." Their perfect, young bodies were on full display before me, reminding me that these women were fresh out of adolescence.

“He slapped me at my own wedding! Twice! What’s wrong with you? Didn’t you see that?” “We can’t escalate things more when we haven’t gotten the situation straight.” Mom came over as well. She stood between Cole and me. Her back was to him as she faced me. Her expression was stern, and there was some panic in her gaze. “Mr. Martin must have had a reason to do that.” A reason? The absurdity of it made me even angrier. What kind of reason could justify a bodyguard slapping her employer’s husband in front of so many people?

If any woman ever needed a spanking, it's this one. When she performed her little move on me, I wasn't expecting it and hit the ground before I could come up with a countermove. Yeah, I'm angry and that's never good. This is a lifestyle of choice. I've never before laid a hand on a woman who didn't want it. They might be afraid because a punishment spanking is no cake walk, but they voluntarily suffer the consequences for their actions. Punishing this woman, a dominant, goes against everything I believe in. She's driven me completely, certifiably insane, because I'm contemplating a fitting punishment.

There wasn’t a biker chick who didn’t. Domestic punishment was how we handled our women whenever they stepped out of line. There was nothing abusive about it; all it entailed was a little spanking, followed by rampant makeup sex. We had nothing but love and respect for our mates, but the Roughnecks were all spanking men. We took care of our women and kept them satisfied. Bikers lived by a code of honor, and our women all had to toe the line. Gia let out a startled gasp as my palm came crashing down hard, landing on her left ass cheek with a slap. Her body relaxed as I rubbed away the sting.

"Spank her raw. If she cries, no orgasm and you all get to fuck us silly. If she doesn't, she gets to cum and I'll walk around unburdened for the rest of the season. Deal?" The men laughed, murmuring their agreements to the terms laid out. "Then you have five minutes." It finally dawned on Clara what was to happen, and suddenly her fingers were no longer enough to satisfy her. The thought of being spanked by all these men should have been terrifying, yet her pussy only seemed to moisten even more. Her hands were soon pulled out of her cunt and tied to the sail. Seconds later, the first set of strikes landed on her ass. The blows were light at first but soon picked up. It didn't take long for

they left the woman stuttering and stammering in the middle of the coffee shop and Rin whispered in her ear, “you are in trouble topolina for egging her on.” She giggled, “I couldn’t help myself or at least until she kept touching you. Consent works both ways. You don’t put hands upon someone who doesn’t like it.” “I agree, which is why when I spank you soon for being such an instigator, I will consider the way you pushed her off me as partial payment.” “You’re really going to give me spankings? “It might even be multiple ones with multiple devices. My hand, a paddle, the riding crop. I may even tie you down for them.” He was full on teasing her now as they left the coffee shop and headed to

I was still, almost comatose in their hold, because anytime a man held me against my will like this… I was taken back to the night where I was a helpless woman who was almost killed on an unknown street and for nothing. I was reminded of their rough hands, their spanks, the cuts they inflicted on my body to make blood drain out of me faster. A single tear rolled down my cheek, into one of the men's hands and immediately, he smacked my ass and said something which caused both of them to laugh out loud. The spank caused me to start thrashing in their arms but they did not let go until their 'leader' was out and they had to follow suit. I stood there, staring into space, even after they let go