Women Being Spanked By Men Novels & Stories

Through gritted teeth, she spat, "You want a divorce? Over my dead body!" I caught her wrist mid-swing and flung her hand away, letting out a scornful laugh. "How dare you raise your hand at me, Winona? You're quite something now, aren't you? Why don't you find out what your precious, innocent Hendrick gets up to when you're not around?" I pulled out my phone and played a recording. Hendrick's smug, lecherous voice filled the room. "She'd rather enjoy my fake junk that's been enhanced nine times over than ever touch your real thing even once…"

Everyone in the village now knew that these three men were wicked at heart. After the three of them fell from grace, the entire village turned against them. Several young women in the village who had suffered at their hands in the past now came forward one after another to report them. Fear had kept them quiet in the past, but now, they finally found the courage to face the devil head-on. When the fathers of these young women learned that their daughters had been sexually assaulted by the trio, they were so enraged that they beat them up to a pulp. During what should have been a festive season, the village was filled not with the sounds of livestock being slaughtered for the feast, but with

I closed my eyes in ecstasy, not realizing that I had grabbed their hair, urging them to deepen their mouths on my throbbing member. "Fuck!" I exclaimed. The lower part of my body feels weak because of the sensation I am experiencing. I grab the woman with long hair, who has a perfect arch in her spine. I make her bend over and spank her on both sides. I don't care if water is dripping from her. "Spank me more!" the woman shouts. "Take this!" I repeatedly spank her, pressing my body against her back. The two women in front of me are kissing. They are making out. I widen my smile and command them.

You couldn't see the faces at all, but it was the attitude of the male, the way he was holding his shoulders, definitely his hands. This one excited her most! A woman lying across the man's lap, her bare bottom raised to receive her punishment. Did she want to be spanked? She didn't know, but the picture gave her feelings she'd never had before. They made her insides clench and gave her warm gooey feelings in the pit of her stomach.

"She was my next door neighbor and best friend and at one of Master's poker games, she witnessed me punished by Master and orally serving the men playing and her. Much as you were intrigued by what you witnessed on Tuesday, she was fascinated by what she observed me doing. In addition to seeing my subservience, I'd told her how happy I was, and how great the sex was. She'd been divorced and unhappy with her lot in life. When she saw how rapturous I was, she asked if she could join us as another submissive. Given how happy I was and how unhappy she was and that she was my friend, I invited her to join us. It's worked out well for us. I couldn't be happier. Now let me ask a few questions. Firs

The three of them went into another world for a couple of minutes as both guys fucked my wife as if their lives depended on it, with Sandra seemingly enjoying every second. “Is that good baby?” Desi grunted, then he spanked her ass– ‘crack’, “do you like it rough?” ‘Crack’ another smack on the other cheek, “I bet you’ve dreamed of getting fucked like this for years?” ‘Crack.’ “Haven’t you?” ‘Crack’, the spanking was getting louder and her cheeks were turning red. Sandra’s breathing was getting shorter and her eyes were nearly popping out of her head as she energetically sucked Kez’s dick while Desi fucked and spanked her.

A man I didn't know anything about, except his first name, was spanking me because my husband wanted him to. But thankfully Xavier seemed to only spank me with the sole purpose of fulfilling a command given by his Pakhan, not to hurt me or deliver pain. And yet, it still hurt because every time his rough palm came down on my arse, it touched the heated and bruised flesh left behind by the paddle my husband used on me. Tears dripped down my cheeks, more from the humiliation than the pain. But pain came too. Quickly. Deeply. And like a sinful caress, settling deep in my core as Kayne took his place to spank me next.

"With my application." Another spank. Harder this time. Watching her skin turn pink. "You're so damn frustrating, Ms. Summers." She whimpered. The sound going straight to my already aching cock. I spanked her again. Then again. Building a rhythm. Watching her body react. Her hips shifted. Seeking more. Or trying to escape. I couldn't tell. "What's frustrating…” She moaned when I spanked her again. Right on the same spot. "Is finding out about all the obnoxiously attractive women who throw themselves at you."

She looked ridiculous and arousing at the same time in a way that made me want to disappear. "Yes, Miss Catherine," he replied in a falsely high voice. "I've been very, very bad." "Then you know what happens to bad boys." What followed was a scene that would haunt my nightmares forever. The woman bent her husband over a chair and began spanking him with the ruler while he made exaggerated moaning sounds that suggested this was not punishment but rather enthusiastic foreplay. "Oh god, no, no, NO!" I screamed mentally, desperately trying to escape the horrifying scene. "AXEL! TAKE ME TO AXEL!"

And her mouth dropped open. Women tied up, women with collars on, men fucking them against walls. People bent into awkward positions, having sex with multiple people. Men getting whipped by women in leather, women getting fucked by four men at the same time. Blow jobs in every position, sex in even more. She felt her face and neck get hot, blushing darkly at the photos.