Women Who Spank Men Novels & Stories

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.

"Well, I don't think I'm sick, and I wouldn't even say you're like me quite yet. You witnessed something you'd never seen before. It aroused you and you wanted to see what it was like and you maybe didn't hate it as much as you think you should. Actually, I consider the fact you stayed in a verbally and emotionally abusive relationship with a man for over three years to be the sicker than a physical spanking and some sex with a person you like and trust. My personal opinion and maybe I'm the odd one here. Let's put it aside for the moment. Had you ever had sex with a woman before?" "Never." "Do you think lesbians or bisexuals are sick?" "No. Otherwise I guess I couldn't have been friends wit

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.

"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."

“It’s fixable, a few spanking and that look in your eyes would drain right away. I’m not even angry at you anymore.” A chuckle left his lips, his hand sliding down her arm. “A woman i—” Verya grabbed his hand, twisting it and when he yelled out in pain, she only twisted it farer. “You’re the one who needs a spanking, don’t look at me like I’m inferior to you. Woman or not, I’m stronger than you...that’s f*cking clear.” He clenched his jaw, whimpering pitifully. “Let go!” “No...”

How much disruption can one pint-sized woman cause? "You have two choices, spank her ass or give her the silent treatment." I fail to see how Lyon has remained married for as long as he claims. "You hit your wife?" "No, you ass, there's a difference between spanking and hitting. You hit her; I'd be the first to break your fucking face." He looked like he was giving it serious thought. I'm not sure about taking advice from someone who seems as off his nut as this guy. "I'm not spanking her."

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:

A man had slung his woman on his shoulder and spanked her, and she was screaming for help. All he could see at this point was red, he was dead furious. His jaw locked tight, he was going to go crazy in just a moment. How dare he touch her and how dare he try to take her away against her will. The next few minutes weren't a shock to him, that was no way to treat a lady,

"You might end up more shocked than you think." "Try it and find out." For the next hour, Jasmine flicked through all manner of videos. Most of them involved some form of submissive behaviour on the womans part, and featured things like bondage, spanking, rough sex, choking, spitting, forced orgasms, throat fucking, double penetration, butt plugs, public humiliation, all performed on the woman by a Dominant figure, sometimes males, sometimes females and on a few occasions, both. All of them featured anal.

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.