Women Who Spank Men Novels & Stories

Sparks fly and the sight is magnificent. “I don’t suppose you’re a virgin?” I don’t expect the answer to be yes. She’s twenty-four, hot-blooded and gorgeous. I don’t care about her hymen, only that other men may have touched what’s mine. Her hand twitches toward her water glass like she might hurl it into my face. I kind of hope she does. I promised her there would be no abuse. I’ve never assaulted a woman in my life and never will. But a good spanking can go a long way toward improving manners, and the thought of my hand turning her creamy, soft ass cheeks red is alluring.

"How is that not abuse? Rhonda, how come no one get arrested, they do shit like that?" "Because it's not against our will. We willingly submit to our dominants. A spanking is not unwanted, and can be enjoyable on many levels. You saw how Dawn orgasmed after her spanking. It wasn't so bad she didn't find immediate pleasure from what followed, even as hard as Dan fucked her sore ass. You may not enjoy being struck, and I know how it might be difficult for you, but every submissive finds it pleasant on some level, or we wouldn't choose to be slaves. It's our choice. Somebody isn't smacking us around because they want to; they're doing it because we want them to. It's more controlled than you th

"I've been bad—flirting with the new exec yesterday. Spank me for it." My palm connected with her cheek in a resounding slap, the sound echoing off the glass walls. She yelped, pushing back for more. "Louder," I demanded, alternating blows—left, right, harder each time until her skin glowed red. "Tell me what a disobedient whore you are." "I'm your whore, sir!" she cried, her voice muffled against the desk as I fingered her roughly, finding her dripping wet. "Spank me harder—make it sting! I deserve it for eyeing other men."

he says and I’ve no argument there. “She will stay away from him. She has us to keep her on the straight and narrow.” He lowers his voice. “By spanking her every time she does something we disagree with?” “By spanking her every time she deserves it.” “It’s wrong,” he says. “No,” I argue. “It worked. How can that be wrong? The girl is crying out for discipline. She’s crying out for people who’ll stand up to her shit and stay firm through it.” “And that’s us, is it? We’re going to be the ones to do this?”

“So easy to get you to this state, Merina. You need to build up a resistance so you can feel the full height of your sexual pleasure. Please sit down like a good girl. Conner moved her from his lap and dropped her on the seat beside him. She felt the cool leather against her stinging backside and gasped again. For a moment, she saw his smile before the scowl returned. “You’re a fucking tease, Conner O’Keefe. How dare you spank me like I was a child?” “I didn’t spank you like a child, Merina. I spanked you like the brat you are. You know I wouldn’t finger a child, but I would finger a brat until she’s ready to come to teach her that if she wants satisfaction and happiness, then she pleases me

The absurdity of it all made my face burn red as I shouted with difficulty, “Who are you? I’m calling the police!” The short‑haired woman covered her mouth with her hand and laughed, “Call the police? Everyone who comes in here signs a confidentiality agreement. You’re the sisters’ dinner tonight. There’s no way you’re getting away!” “Confidentiality agreement? What agreement? I didn’t sign anything!” Impatience flashed across Nancy’s face. She walked over and slapped me hard across the face and scolded, “Eileen likes tough men. I like obedient ones. Keep making noise and I’ll make sure the Spencers are finished!”

The men degraded them with dark, filthy words. “You’re dripping like a desperate whore for me,” Damien growled at Elena, spanking her hard. “Look at this greedy cunt begging for cock.” Rafael slapped Lila’s ass again. “Such a fiery little slut. Look at you soaking my face.” They edged the women relentlessly — bringing each to the trembling brink with tongues, fingers, and rhythmic spanks, only to pull back and let the cool breeze torment their throbbing, dripping flesh. Desperate whimpers turned into broken pleas.

"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.

"Am I making myself clear?" To avoid sin, she said. They said. Women should allow their husbands to take a second wife simply because men are hot-blood creatures who are always hungry for more. Men sometimes can be difficult to be handled by just one wife. And their lust and desire, if not taken care carefully, might lead to sexual frustration, which eventually results in violence and adultery.

I'd had women push me away before, pretending they had no interest, but their bodies had always betrayed them. All I'd had to do was spank their sweet little pussies, making them cry with need, begging to have my cock shoved inside. They'd opened up like a flower, hungering for my touch, including the brutal discipline I offered. Sasha would succumb. She would bow down to my dark desires without question.