Wonder Woman Spanked Novels & Stories

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

, Sir." I heard him moving behind me, then felt his hands securing my ankles to the bench legs. Then my wrists, stretched out in front of me. I was immobilized, ass in the air, utterly helpless. "Perfect," he murmured, his hand smoothing over my ass cheeks. "Tell me, princess, have you ever been spanked?" "No, Sir." "Then we'll start with my hand. Count them." The first smack landed on my right cheek—sharp, stinging, making me gasp. "One, Sir!" He spanked me methodically, alternating cheeks, building heat with each strike. By ten, I was squirming. By fifteen, I was whimpering. By twenty, I was sobbing—but not from pain. From something else. Something that felt like release. "Color?" he deman

Thick leather cuffs bolted to each corner. A mirror propped against the wall so she could watch herself get destroyed. A bottle of lube. A vibrating wand chained to the bench. And a thick leather belt looped in my hand. I forced her onto the bench face-down. Strapped her wrists and ankles wide. Ass presented. Pussy and plugged ass fully exposed. Then I buckled the vibrating wand directly against her clit—taped it tight so it couldn’t escape. I flicked it on. Low setting. She moaned instantly. Hips twitching.

My spine tingled, and my pussy begged for his cock. "I need more," I cried out, earning me a smack on the other ass cheek. I could feel the heat from each slap radiating down my legs and up over my ass. I had never been spanked before, nor had I ever been this turned on. "You need what I give, what I offer." His fingers glided down my spine idly as he gripped my hair in a tight knot. "Please... Please..." I panted into the air, wanting him to just take from me. I would be glad to take anything he would give me at this point.

She paused, trying to let the sensitivity of her nipples reduce. Isolde gasped when she felt Draco spanking her pussy with the wand. Her mouth dropped open in a gasp. “Touch them!” And she did. She held his eyes and plucked perfectly at her two peaks. The nub turgid and enticing. His mouth watered. The more Isolde touched herself, the greater the moan built at the back of her throat. Draco trailed the wand up and down her thick, curvaceous thighs, landing it back on her sex when she relented in playing with her nipples. A luscious wet sound echoed when he spanked her pussy with the wand again.

God how I wanted to be the woman being spanked. I had to stop masturbating several times to avoid climaxing. Fortunately the video ended while I still had some control. Whoever posted that video had a couple others, all in the same style and approximately the same content. I watched them all. After I started the last one, I moved the chair and got down on the cold concrete floor. I was on my hands and knees facing the screen. I had the ping pong paddle in my right hand and began to spank myself at the same speed as the Domme in the video was paddling her sub. That sub had her hands between her legs and was holding a Hitachi Wand against her pussy. I didn't want to stop and go upstairs to gra

I whimpered into his mouth, desperate. The torment escalated. A woman brought a powerful wand vibrator. She pressed the buzzing head directly to my clit while two fingers from another member pumped into my pussy and a thumb stretched my ass. The vibrations were merciless. High setting. No mercy. “Oh god—Marcus—please!” I cried out, head thrashing. My tits bounced with every jerk of my body, wax cracking and flaking off. The room watched hungrily—phones out in some hands, recording my shame. “Deny her,” Marcus ordered, voice rough with lust. He pinched one of my nipples, twisting the clamp. “Edge my bratty little stepsister. She doesn’t come until I say.”

I nodded. She turned it on to a low vibration and ran it over my nipples first, watching them tighten further. Then she trailed it down my stomach and between my legs. The moment the vibrating head pressed against my clit I moaned. She rubbed it there in slow circles until I was wet again and aching, then guided the thicker part inside me. It filled me perfectly. Maya fucked me with it, watching my face the whole time. Every thrust pushed the smaller arm against my clit. The dual stimulation built quickly. I reached for her free hand and guided it between her own legs.

"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.

Wounds may tear fully or World War III may spark right before them, there's no way she'd let him stop what he's doing now. Tobias choked back a chuckle. Not knowing whether to be glad or sigh in relief. She had slept with different women before, but Minah was the only one who threatened him like that despite the pain. But if he were to be truthful, he felt relieved with her reply. Because at that point, he needed to hear Minah's protest for the second time before he really stopped humping her. “Keep going… Dammit…” Minah muttered. She gripped Tobias’ biceps and she began to grind on him, guiding and informing him as well that she was ready for him.