Women Who Spank Men Novels & Stories

"NO! Like a rebellious slut! I believe that rebellion isn't OK in our relationship and I will do whatever I can devise in order to prevent it. If we discover that we enjoy some types of punishments we will devise ways for you to let me know that you need to be punished." "You think I might like being spanked?" "I don't know. How long has it been since someone spanked your bare ass?" "I was five or six." "That doesn't count. If you disobey me we may just have to find out how you react to spanking. There are lots of other ways that someone could be punished besides spanking." "Have you punished other women?" "Years ago I was dating a woman who seemed to want to be in a bit of pain to heighten

“Open up, slut.” She obeyed instantly, sucking him in while Tobias hammered her from behind. Drool and muffled cries mixed as she rocked between them. Darius leaned close to me, his smirk sharp. “Look at her. This is who your wife really is.” I looked. I couldn’t not. Marina’s body shook as she took both ends, spit dripping down her chin, her ass red and raw from spanking. The men switched again, each one taking his turn inside her ass. Every time one pulled out, another rolled on a condom and slid in, forcing her to stretch wider, her body jerking under them.

She shrieked and gasped and panted, wiggling around in my lap as I spanked her bottom mercilessly. It wasn't turning me on. Well, not at first. I was just furious with her and felt like I was punishing her and letting out all that frustration and rage that had built up inside me for the past ten years or so. I'd never spanked a woman before, and hadn't even thought about the fact that some people did this for pleasure. I never would have spanked my unspeakable bitch of a sister if I thought it would turn her on.

“You’re serious.” “Completely.” Smack, smack, smack. “You really think I’m going to let you…hit me?” “Not hit you. Spank you. Big difference. Losing your temper and throwing your boot at me proved you need to learn there are consequences for acting out against me.” Smack, smack, smack. “No. Way. You are fucking delusional.” The continual smack, smack, smack was wearing on her nerves. “I haven’t been spanked since I was about six years old.”

No, I would definitely blame her if anything happened to Honey. Now, you're going to maybe think I'm a hypocrite here, but I don't hit women. BDSM, consensual spankings are one thing, but for the first time ever, I wanted to curl my fist up and slam it into her jaw and not stop any time soon. But I was in control and I needed to hang on to it. I was coming to realize that this woman had some serious mental instability.

Go home to your wives, I have no use for you here. The pain and disappointment in her quiet voice cut them deeply, they knew they had been wrong, that her private life was no concern of theirs and she was right, they had seen Ricardo openly using other women. He had even taken the guards to the BDSM club before they had married and they had not thought badly of him when they discovered that he kept not one, but two Subs here who gladly did whatever he wanted them to. They had been sat in his private lounge while the two women, both naked and wearing his collars, had pleasured him. They had not given it a second thought because he had provided women who had willingly pleasured them at the sam

"Then I suggest you undress." "What?" Reality had hit home. "I only handle spankings when the mischievous woman is fully naked. And I assure you that you will be receiving punishment on a regular basis." She laughed bitterly. "That means you do this often, your mechanism of keeping obedience within the office?" I was almost shocked by her audacity, but her attitude further fueled the beast dwelling within me. An unforgiving man. Someone who refused to take a back seat. A man searching for the right partner.

“Breeding she-wolves need to feel their mate’s dominance more than anyone else.” The word “spanking” echoes in my mind, almost as if it’s some foreign term from another language. I know exactly what it means, but it seems impossible that I could truly be in this predicament. I’ve known plenty of punishments in my time, but none like this. None from someone who actually cares about me, and none that excite me despite my better judgment.

Her fingers itched to slide under the hem of her sleep shorts to ease the unbearable ache building between her legs. “Ohhh fuck, yes!” the woman cried, her voice breaking as another flurry of slaps rang out. He was spanking her hard. Madeline could hear the crack of his palm on bare flesh. She could clearly hear the ragged sound of the woman’s pleasure as she took it. “You love that?” he growled. His voice was sharp and merciless. “You like how I spank this perfect ass while I wreck your hungry pussy?” The woman responded with a long, shuddering wail that made Madeline’s breath catch in her throat again.

God, I am so desperate for him. “Oh, I’m going to Sara,” he says, voice full of authority, “but I am going to spank that pretty little behind for you first. Stand up and lock the door.” I swallow hard. This isn’t what I had expected. I have heard about women who enjoy being spanked and have always considered the idea to be a little off-the-wall. And yet now, kneeling in front of Blake, the idea seems less than crazy. After all, I do deserve to be punished, don’t I…?