Women Who Spank Men Novels & Stories

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.

"You're never going to be anything but disobedient. You will always need stern punishment and hard fucking." The vision of her draped over my lap, her reddened bottom on display for all the world to see as I spanked her, discipling the disobedient woman was almost too much. My balls swelled, screaming for relief. I could almost feel the sting in my hand from the intensity of her spanking, one hard smack coming after the other in rapid succession. I could see the way her face twisted in a combination of pleasure and pain as he body wiggled, trying desperately to keep her position.

“You wouldn’t put me down! You’ve hit me plenty of times—so what if I hit you twice?” His eyes darkened, sharp with a dangerously calm fury. He gripped my jaw, his fingers rough but not painful. “Spanking,” he said slowly, mockery dripping from every syllable, “is a form of sexual suggestion. Is this how you plan to handle our divorce?” My breath caught. Sexual? My cheeks flamed. “That’s ridiculous!” I protested. “You started it! You were spanking me for years—since I was fifteen! How is it discipline when you do it, but something else when I do?”

"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

I pause for a brief moment, yet I continue, "I don't want him to come out as crazy as you." "Clayton!" From both sides, I hear the two women that I am going to spend the rest of my damn life echoing to every crack and crevice and corner. Betty is the first, "You are not too old for a good spanking." Well, that thought just puts a horrible taste in my mouth and an image that I wish was never, then from the very close left side of me, Isabella, "I am going to snap your head until it spins. You are not too old for a spanking."

The sound was like a gunshot in this small room and then he struck the other side, spanking me several more times, even harder than the first few. I wanted to struggle, to throw myself forward and escape him, but my fear of falling combined with his hand on my waist kept me firmly in place. I could take this, right? A spanking was a punishment for a child, not a grown woman like me. I’d survive his hand and then his belt just like millions of children before me.

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

"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.

That way, if he does suspect me, it won’t be for long. A good fuck makes you forget your troubles, or so I’ve been told. The problem being a strong woman is that you need a stronger man in the bedroom, one that will take charge, to dominate you to give you exactly what you need. No vanilla sex. I need to be spanked, choked, dominated.

"Everyone else who is going to fuck your ass is longer. I'm not going to wrap tape around dicks five and a half inches down and tell someone to only fuck you as deep as the tape. You can get used to long as well as deep. I don't recall you having sympathy for Shasta when you fucked her ass with your big strap on." "Yes, Domina," Whore moaned. "She didn't complain." "Nor would she. She'd let you fuck her a new asshole before she complained to you. I don't know what problem you have with her, but I agree with Master Bill. It needs to end. Fuck her hard, Master Dan. Bend this bitch to your will," I said. "When you're done fucking her, she requires a fifty swat spanking. You might want to do tha